I used to go out a lot. Like most rebellious teenyboppers of the Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan era, my idea of a good time used to be standing on chair or table (settling for wtv was available at the time) while sweating profusely with my arms in the air, and my butt low to the ground dancing to David Guetta vs. The Egg’s “Love Don’t Let Me Go”. Am I showing my age? Since then the concept of going out has me tired just thinking about it. The getting dressed, putting my face on, ordering an uber, driving in the stinky uber, getting in the place, arguing to get a better table, sitting for a large portion of the evening on my phone waiting for a song I don’t hate to come on, also going to bed at four has lost it’s appeal…it just sounds exhausting. K, now I’m really showing my age. All that being said, you’re probably thinking then why the hell would you go to the EDM capital of the world Claude? The answer is…a mix of the nostalgia of the good old days, and it’s sunny there. If you know anything about me you’d know that when I put my mind up to something, I always give it 110% and Ibiza was no different. I was going to commit to Ibiza, and have the best time ever, even if it meant my old lady body would have to take the rest of our vacation to recover….and boy did it.
I don’t want to bore you with all the mind blowing details so here’s our vlog from my 26th birthday week on the island that never sleeps…CLICK ME
One thing is certain…
We had fun. The kind of fun you have at a music festival when you’re feeling free in a field, dancing to your favourite band, during that golden hour. I mean sure, did I order 2AM espressos at Pacha waiting for David Guetta to go on, yes, but I danced and stayed up until 6AM, so grandma felt pretty cool. Since we’ve been back everytime I hear a Kygo song I start planning my birthday for next year. Hoping I can take my friends to the island and dance to Stargazing together at Ushuaia. Not sure how feasible that’s going to be but, hey a girl can always dream. All I know is Ibiza hasn’t seen the last of this old broad.
Saint-Laurent sunnies, For Love and Lemons dress, Loewe panda bag, and Vans Old Skools.
I often say it would be impossible for me to define my style. I like what I like, and never want to overanalyse the deep rooted reasons and references why, find a common denominator, and finally be able to pinpoint what it is in a garment that makes my heart tick. All this to give myself a fun label like boho, street, or minimalist. Nah not my steez. I prefer to belong within all the labels and therefore, none of the labels…you know what I mean? Woooo this got deep and complicated real fast. Eclectic has always been a word I’m comfortable with, when asked about my personal style, because it’s the ultimate non-answer. You’re asking me what kind of clothes I like to wear and I respond with a word that basically means all the clothes, but somehow still answer the question, in an educated, well spoken sort of manner. Tadaaa the loop holes of the english language everyone.
How did I get on this tangent? Right…what I was trying to get to is that if I had to describe my personal style in this very moment eclectic wouldn’t be the word I would use, I would simply say pink. I gots the pink fever, can’t stop won’t stop. Every time a dusty rose, to baby pink anything finds its way in my line of sight it becomes instant attraction. Must make it mine. I’ve become so dependant on my bebe pink that I’m scared my styling game has been a little lazy. Caveman mentality has set in and in my mind pink = good. Not sure what to wear? Just sprinkle a little pink on there and you’re ready to go! All this to say this #OOTD is a perfect example of how sick my little obsession has become…just put down the pastels Claude…just put them downnnnn.
Saint-Laurent sunnies, Silence + Noise dress, vintage Chanel blazer, Dior Saddle Bag, and Vans Old Skools.
So we just got back from our very adventurous trip to Ireland, the jet lag is still in full effect, the husband surprised me with a birthday party with all our buddies when we got back, currently on day 2 of that hangover, and now I must face the world, start packing for LA and play the travel game all over again. I’m also a whole year older and therefore weaker, easier to exhaust, and plain old closer to death. Due to this, you will have to forgive me, but that lil’ run-on sentence probably won’t be the worse part of this post. It’s gonna be directionless, nonsensical, and full of unrelated tangents. This little #OOTD took place on the last day of Osheaga and marked the end of festival season. That’s right kids…Winter is coming. Well technically Fall is is coming, but I’m never gonna miss a chance to stick that reference in there. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die, ya’ know. Sorry, I’m still on a Game of Thrones high after visiting Winterfell in Belfast (check out our INSTAGRAM, to see all the fun). The Lannisters send their regards btw…Just kidding! If you guys don’t know the fuck I’m talking about well, you are just a bunch of Jon Snows and know nothing. Nonetheless I lav you all and thank you for putting up with my Game of Thrones geek out rant. I bid you adieu!
My sexy little Night’s Watch ensemble
Vans Minnie Mouse cap, Ray Ban Clubmasters, Nasty Gal necklace, For Love and Lemons dress, David Yurman, Links of London and Tous bracelets, Apple watch, Chanel bag, and Aldo boots.
So we didn’t go to Disney World. We spent a lovely week in Miami eating and relaxing, and I showed tons of restraint, ignoring Mickey’s incessant calls begging me to come visit. So needy that one…Back in Montreal now anticipating an eventful week. I’m dragging my husband to a Nicki Minaj concert which he’s kinda dreading. He’s totally team Swift. This will be followed by an even more eventful weekend as festival season has finally made its way to our part of the world for OSHEAGA! Dressing for this shit really makes my year. It’s the little things in life you know? Little things like crowns, crochet, and exposed high waisted panties…fuck I’m excited!
Don’t I look like, totally brainy in my lab coat?
Vans Mickey Mouse hat, Kendall & Kylie for Topshop coat, Zara onesie, Apple Watch, vintage Hermes Kelly bag, Fendi Karlito, and Chanel shoes.