New York, New York
So…we are going to Tokyo tomorrow and I COULD NOT be more excited. The trip was a last minute spur of the moment decision to celebrate our anniversary, which means I didn’t have time to be the OCD level of overly prepared I usually like to be. Today is our last day to get our shit together before a 15 hour flight, and I can’t quite grasp my mind around the fact that we are going back to a place I always dreamed of returning. Tokyo is one of my very favourite cities in the world. The fashion, the food, the people, the Disney World…everything in Tokyo is just a little bit better than any of the other big cities we’ve had the chance to visit.
On the agenda over there thus far: a 4 days stay at Tokyo Disney Resort (YAY!), a visit to the iconic Robot Restaurant (YAY!!), go and did I mention the cosplay Mario Kart experience that’s in the books (YAY!!!). There is almost a heightened sense of reality while you’re over there, from the people to the experiences everything is just more epic, kinder, cuter, more interesting…weirder even! So safe to say, I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight, because someone is a wittle excited. Also seriously considering dying my hair pink for the occasion. Thoughts? Anywhoo, this hasn’t been my most riveting piece, but I really should start packing! So, on a completely unrelated note, here is an #OOTD from our last trip to another very big and incredible city….
Calvin Klein beanie, Juniper & Blanc sunnies, Zara mesh bodysuit, Second Skin Overalls, Louis-Vuitton “Palm Springs” backpack and “Archlights” sneakers.
New York, New York
You know when you start writing something without really knowing what you’re writing about?…Well that’s me right now. We’ve literally been working everyday from 5AM-8PM since we returned from our lovely weekend getaway in New York, and safe to say I’m pretty brain dead. This may not the piece that wins me the Pulitzer, but at least the outfit’s kinda cute.
I fell in love with it when I saw my best friend, Millie Bobby Brown wearing it in the most recent Calvin Klein campaign. I think the fact thats she’s just warming up to puberty probably helped her fit in those cardboard stretchless pants better than I did, but what can I say, I’m never one to step away from a challenge. Besides, this gave me the chance to do that “Tight Pants” Jimmy Fallon dance all day which Peter thoroughly enjoyed. Look at that…I’ve managed to ramble on about nothing, just as predicted.
I guess if there’s one moral to today’s story it’s the forever recurring theme of “you do you” girl. You wear what you want to wear, even if that means recreating a look work by someone born in 2004 (that’s right folks, two thousand and fucking four), and it not being particularly flattering. Who cares! I got to look like a candy cane cowboy all day, walking around New York city, and I think that’s pretty badass. People are always telling me “I wish I could pull off some of the stuff you wear”, or “I love it but I could never wear that…” and the truth is that’s baloney!…the proof is in the photos that follow. Never let the prospect of judgement, the “rules”of fashion, or the fear of stepping away from the clothes allocated for your body type, detract from your potential artistic expression. I mean look at me, I dress like a clown practically everyday and have somehow convinced people it’s working for me. So don’t let any of of those little mean voices in your head, scare you away from putting on something that may make you feel magical…Cue in True Colours by Cyndi Lauper…
Adam Selman for Le Specs sunnies, Clavin Klein white and red denim set, Givenchy “Pandora Box” bag, and Zara boots.
Little Havana, Miami
Isn’t just me that can’t get that song out of my head is it…? We have been back in our home town for almost a month now and have really enjoyed the little bit of winter we got left. That being said, seeing the snow melt while looking back at photos of our time in Miami is odly satisfying, as I can’t wait to be singing that Camila Cabello ear worm again soon in a more appropriate and less ironic climate.
There’s nothing quite like a Montreal summer. It’s like the city comes alive again, and it’s inhabitants never take a moment for granted, much like in G.O.T, they know winter is always coming, and for us it lasts 8 months out of the year. We might not get visits from White Walkers, but some of us just full out turn into the Night King by the time January comes around. It’s crazy how climate can take a toll on not only your physical state but your emotional wellbeing as well. As Canadians, we all know the cabin fever and pale skin blues that overwhelm us during the colder months, and I’ve always attributed it to the weather. Funnily enough, having skipped Winter this year to migrate to Miami actually had a similar effect. There’s nothing quite as depressing as spending so many hours indoors working on a screen while looking out at a beautiful sunny day you’re not taking advantage of.
That being said, why is the FOMO always so real no matter where you are. Here I am sitting in our Montreal home that I had been longing to return to for so long, and yet am dreaming of being back in the warm streets of Miami again…This introspective study on what it is a girl wants weather-wise is giving me all kind of Carrie Bradshaw feelings. “And I couldn’t help but ask myself, is the grass truly always greener on the other side…”or should I say the weather always sounds better wherever you’re not. What can I say…Half of my heart is in “little” Havana, ooh-na-na .
Urban Outfitters sunnies and dress, Zara hoop earrings, Louis-Vuitton rings and bag, and Vans “Authentic” sneakers.
If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.
The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.
After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room. We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.
Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers