Archive for May 2012

How do you get the token Isabel Marant look? It’s easy… Just combine faded pink shorts, fringe boots and a denim shirt and you got that Francais New York vibe.

Hand-dyed tulle skirt, hand-cut sequin detail on sleeves and hem. Photography by Steve Alkok 

The convenience of fast fashion subverts couture under the guise of a harmless, more affordable, alternative. And if you’re poor but fashionable, fast fashion is talking to you. Tuesday evening at Breeyn McCarney‘s VESSEL show, fashion polemics were kindly left at the door.

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I’m probably going to upset a lot of people for writing this post but, as the heading suggests a candid take on a certain topic, I feel it sorrily justified. I have but one question: what happened to the girls?

Prefacing this with an ‘I love you’ to all my friends and that this in no way is directed at any one of you in particular, however personally invested I am in my friendships and vice versa. But seriously, what the fuck happened to the girls?

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Nicole Richie in June 2012 GLAMOUR magazine. Image source Just Jared.com

Famous for being famous, Nicole Richie is what I like to call  ’American eurotrash’. She’s lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, adopted at age 3 by Lionel Richie and spoiled since. Former besties with Paris Hilton and had a token anorexia phase. Magazines urge us to dress like her, and now she incidentally has her own clothing line just like everybody else. But don’t let the celeb cliche trajectory fool you. Nicole stands out. She’s surprisingly very beautiful and with the right amount of effort, could pretend to be iconic at the very least. Any girl who owns a red Chanel 2.55 flap bag and a Givenchy Nightingale is OK in my books.

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Best coffee in the city – Club Sociale in MTL

Working straight from nine-to-five like one of those normal people didn’t stop me from keeping a promise. A promise to fuck off with friends on May 2-4. Like that beat up pair of Havaianas, I’m glad I kept it. We drank in parks, and then drank in more parks. Went for poutine both sober and drunk. Never even saw the old port or riot-ridden downtown. It was like May 1968 as we drove into the city on the eve of laws being passed to make it OK for riot police to beat the shit out of students. Red squares everywhere. Karaoke nights and so many goddamn inside jokes about peg legs, tv shows, and the Rhythm of the Night. Amazing.

I wore a pair of cut-off jeans I made and a silk dress I bought at Shoppalu.com – perfection.

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Been working at the pharmacy all week and haven’t even had time to respond to emails on my down time, let alone blog. This is also quite possibly because I spent the past 2 nights reading 50 Shades of Grey. It’s lame, so lame… but also very sexy – if I may say that here. I’m hoping to finish the book on my ride to work, which should be starting in 5 minutes.

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In light of Coachella’s 2013 tickets on sale Thursday for about 20 minutes, and my Coachellian outfit Saturday night – DIY cut-off shorts and an Ashley Rowe oversized sweater – today on Eurotrash, it’s all about how fashion made Coachella famous. And maybe Dr. Dre.

Every April, the Empire Polo Club in Indio, California hosts Coachella, a seemingly spontaneous indie music and arts festival that is anything but. The festival’s website contains links to purchase festival passes, download the conspicuous line-up poster and FAQs on surviving Coachella “alive,” but little about the festival’s history or objectives. Without an “official” objective, an ad-hoc definition of the festival has been engendered by magazines and the cooler blogs, painting a picture of Coachella as a neo-Woodstock, an image that is as equivocally authentic as Tupac Shakur’s Coachella 2012 hologram performance.

Read more of the article posted officially on The Genteel.

An unlikely post this morning, I saw this amazing photo by Helmut Newton of two girls just swimming in the sky. We think it’s Rio? We know it’s Eurotrash. Toronto’s own Thompson hotel rooftop pool proffers one of the best views of our city, despite the pool’s modest dimensions, I wouldn’t mind having to get cozy in there. Drinks by the pool (almost always not allowed), infinity pools off Antibes or the Amalfi Coast are where I could spend the rest of my summer. There’s a decadence in swimming pools, always on the threshold of decay, they can be a symbol of luxury when kept pristine, and a harbinger of everything filthy when left unattended, the algae come out to play. What are some of your favourite pool pictures?

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I love sharing amazing fashion with my readers. I’m so happy to announce that until May 14th, you can get 20% off  Adrienne Butikofer’s super comfortable, Skinny Sweats. They are made in Canada!  I’m wearing the navy blue yoga pant in the photos. Buy them here and type in SKINNYEURO to get the discount and show your support for Eurotrash! I only rep products that I’m already in love with and I gotta say, I’ve been wearing them since Sunday. The only thing I’d warn is that the waistband rides a bit high, so you may want to go one size BIGGER if you’re hippy like me. If you’ve got narrow hips, then the sweats run true to size. Keep eating cupcakes no matter what anyone tells you. xo Eurotrash

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Desperate times call for DIY. My old denim shorts don’t fit me anymore and guess what, summer is upon us. Time for ‘minding the gap’ as I was recently introduced to on The Chive. Yay, a site that objectifies women by allowing us to voluntarily objectify ourselves! Need more of these opportunities in our post-Mulveyian landscape, that’s for sure. But back to my shorts, and how short I cut them so that if you wanted to, you could actually mind my gap, which is not what I want at all. #laserhairremovalisexpensive

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