Hello all! I have just returned from London for fashion week and am all kinds of inspired, but unfortunetely incredibly behind on these posts. All this travel has been a dream, but takes a bit of a toll on blogging time. This brings me to around a month ago, when we attended Osheaga music festival, one of my favourite weekends all year! It seems like a distant memory already, but I do recall having a fucking blast. We listened to Sam Roberts do his thing while hanging out with his only non-Canadian fan, my buddy Darren Criss, and got the chills watching London Grammar perform at sunset. Here is what I profusely sweat in, on that fateful first day.
I was warm…
Hat purchased at the Standard hotel in NY during fashion week, Kate Moss for Topshop dress, Brandy Melville shorts (similar), Nasty Gal rings, House of Harlow (similar) and Tai multi-strand bracelet, Gucci bag (SO HEAVY), and Acne Pistol boots.
So we went to the Miley Cyrus show when the Bangerz circus drove into town. Turns out I know about the songstress’ notorious antics more then I do her music, making for many instances of awkward sing-a-long. You know those moments when you sing one thing but the lyric is no where near what you thought it was. “Kitty Kitty” in Britney Spears’ I’m A Slave For You anyone!? Do not feel bad for our girl Miley though! A room full of peroxide blonde pixie heads were reciting her poetic raps for the rest of us old, unaware, and obviously undersexed beings, according to the “Cyrus labia groping richter scale” of course. Favourite moment of the show? When Ms. Cyrus sang her single “Adore You”, and told her audience to experiment with their sexuality by kissing their same sex buddy!…on kiss cam… Never in my life have I seen so much desperation to be on a jumbo screen. I’m talking HUNDREDS of cute late teens just going at it, as if backstage passes were lodged in their comrades esophaguses. What has happens to the female sex, the fairer sex! Have some goddamn self respect!…That being said my fiancé Peter and I did make out the entire time through the song…so totally different though jeez. I ain’t no camera whore! Anyway, I wore my favourite pixie haired blonde on my jacket to the concert that night in order to show them kids where the haircut originated. That’s right!..It’s about time you learn your hairstory youth of America!
My Iconic Blonde
Adeen Trblmkr snapback, Joyrich LA Bart face jacket, Tiffany & Co. key chain, Vintage Chanel chain (similar), Topshop cropped tee and black high waisted jeans, Celine luggage tote, and Chanel motorcycle boots.