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My Husband is Everything

Miami, Florida

In case you don’t know this about me yet, I’ll preface the post by saying that I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with my husband . Like the Bella Swan, Twilight, Robert Pattinson sort of creepy obsession. Not only is he the man behind every photo on this site, but he’s the world’s greatest partner in business and most importantly in life. Cue the cheese. So today with our third wedding anniversary approaching and while wearing a very appropriate Prabal Gurung shirt, I thought I would sing his praises to you.

The man I married has a very specific set of skills, just like Liam Neeson, only he has an endless supply of them. Just last night the dude decided he was going to make me sushi for the first time. Don’t fret, no food poisoning will ever occur on his watch even when consuming raw fish, as he is quite literally the best home cook I’ve ever witnessed. The man has technique.  After concocting some Nobu sticky rice, he followed by serving me one piece of nigiri after the other at our kitchen bar as if it were omakase. The hand rolls were pretty bomb too.

In case your jaw isn’t on the floor yet, let me continue listing all the things he is good at. He’s an incredible photographer, master editor, savvy business man, expert do gooder, knowledgable car dude, and is good at every sport, or skill he decides to pick up really. He is a caring daddy to Mickey and Eve, and an even more thoughtful and giving partner. For the past few days he has decided to write me a little hidden love note every time he leaves the house, detailing the reasons why he digs me. Also, he’s given me things I never dared to wish for, like the very bag in this post and the baby blue vintage car of my dreams. I wasn’t kidding when I said he was giving…mama didn’t just mean the adorable priceless things in life.

He accompanies and drives me to things no man should have to do, from manicures to meetings just to spend a bit more time with me. He also always make sure I’m well fed, which is a point of contention in our relationship, but he loves me just the way I am, so sure, fatten me up I don’t care. He indulges me in video games, trips to Disney and Universal and accompanies me to nerd cons just to see me at my happiest. He holds my hand through all the tough moments we face, and loves me in a way every woman should be loved. For that I don’t think he’ll ever be able to understand how truly grateful I am. Did I mention he’s also a total babe?

Peter Reid, you are a hero. I love you.

Saint-Laurent sunnies, Prabal Gurung tee, vintage Levis jeans, Hermes Kelly bag, and Christian Dior shoes.

The F Word

New York, New York

Women’s rights, is the issue that lives closest to my heart. That pulls its strings every time an uneducated sentence on the topic is mustered, every time an ignorant statement is made. There is so much I want to say on the subject, so much that I don’t know where to start. My fingers are paralyzed by the weight and importance of what needs to be expressed so it can be understood. The strong women who raised me, the powerful figures that molded me, and the voiceless women living injustice deserve more than I could ever convey in a blog post. So instead I thought I would share a piece with you guys. A piece I wrote it when I was 17, when I first found the courage to voice that I deserved just as much as the boys.

“I want talk about words. The power of words. The word feminist to be exact. First of all let me ask you. Do you identify yourself as a feminist?  No? Then are you someone who genuinely believe that women don’t deserve or aren’t as much as men?…There’s a discrepancy there. “I’m not a sexist but I’m not a feminist,” people think that there is a difference between the words, like middle ground between two extremes. Let me tell you the truth you either believe that women should be politically, socially, and economically equal to men or you don’t, there is no middle ground between the two. By definition you are either a misogynist who dislikes, despises, or is strongly prejudiced against women or a feminist, it’s that simple.

You see there is a problem within the root of the word feminist itself. Not so much the “femin” part but the “ist,” that fateful “ist” is in bad company.  Racist, ageist, sexist, these words have absolutely no positive connotation, and serve very different purposes then the word feminist. That’s a line that we’ve crossed with the word. Anything on the other side is shameful, and many believe feminists belong in the same ranks. All this talk trying to help the reputation of a word, and I have yet to define it. I believe a quote by Gloria Steinem will do the trick “A feminist is anyone who recognizes the equality and full humanity of women and men.” Or better yet one by author Cheris Kramarae “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.”  I am a feminist, I do not hate men, or consider myself better than those who belong to the other sex. I do not refuse to shave my legs, or to wear a bra as a political statement. I also don’t think believing in this cause makes me radical or scary. Desmond Tutu said “If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor” so listen to Desmond and next time someone asks you if you are a feminist, please raise your fucking hand.”

DIO(R)EVOLUTION

Saint-Laurent sunglasses, Iro leather jacket, Zara fringe skirt, and Christian Dior tee, bag, and slingbacks.

Denim à la Justin & Britney

Montreal, Canada

Happy humpday everyone. Where do I even begin. Work has taken over my life, my relationship, and my eating time, and I’m not so thrilled about it. Aside from the quality minutes I save to watch Black Mirror on Netflix, I fear I have given up all my free time. I went on the master cleanse yesterday and actually enjoyed it because it meant I didn’t have to schedule time to eat. Who am I? I don’t even know how it happened. Sure with YouTube, planning for fashion week and rearranging my life in general, I guess it makes sense I’ve lost the lunch/recess period of the school day, but it kind of made me realize how valuable that time was.

I miss spending time with my husband in a non professional setting, and having time to chit chat about stuff other than the video being released next Wednesday on the channel, or the new WERKS website (that’s his company btw). I guess that’s the not so fun part about working with your best friend. I spend so much time scheduling, you’d think I’d put a little bit of quality time aside for the most important gentleman in my life. So I’ve decided to take a break from the shop talk, and  go back to the baby talk that used to make our friends feel nauseous whenever they were around us. We’re going back to the Justin and Britney days of our relationship, so don’t be alarmed if you see us in matching denim looks on Instagram. Just kidding, he’d never go for it…or would he?…. Until then, here I am, solo in denim, with my curly haired boy bander behind the camera. Did I just take this metaphor/comparison thing too far? Anywhoo, I wish you all a wonderful rest of the week, that includes loads of free time to spend with the ones you love…Even if they won’t wear matching denim ensembles with you.


A true Canadian Tuxedo

Saint-Laurent sunglasses, Zara coat, Twenty turtleneck, Topshop Mom jeans and belt, Louis-Vuitton “Palm Springs” backpack, and Adidas “Superstar” sneakers.

Bigger Fish to Fry

Montreal, Canada

Sometimes it feels inappropriate or out of place to go on living my usual routine and publishing work, when it feels so futile in comparison to the chaos of the world around us. I love what I do and find it brings me joy and serves a purpose bigger then the way the job title shallowly depicts it,  but it’s feeling extra trivial today. So instead of going on a spiel about how cozy I was in my fluffy pink jacket, I ask you to take this time to educate yourself about how you can contribute. Sharing scary headlines on our Facebook feeds, and posting outraged statuses to our friends and followers, is actually a good start. Raising awareness and humanizing these issues is a big part of it, but what else can WE, as individuals, do to help. That’s what I’m doing today and I implore you to do the same. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like feeling powerless to changes that are affecting the people closest to me, so I’m going find a way to get my power back. Until then, remember to always love, and be kind to one another. Anger and hatred is what brought us here in the first place.

Saint-Laurent sunglasses, Stella McCartney jacket, Joyrich turtleneck, Topshop jeans, Gucci bag, and Christian Dior boots.