Archive for November 2012
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Toronto jewellery designer, Shah Emily Noaman, is one of the most giving people I’ve ever met. She’s always up to something that helps support a good cause, local artists and businesses. No surprise that she pulled off a heartfelt afternoon at Nyood to support The Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation and tons of local artists, auctioning off amazing gifts and certificates. It was all really sweet. I brought my mom with me. We bonded over David’s Tea and cookies upon cookies.Tweet
Rachel Sin Augustina Dress $325 CAD. Available at www.RachelSin.com. Use code EUROTRASH25 to receive 25% until Dec 10, 2012.
There’s something about the 3/4 length pencil skirt that can make any woman feel like she’s a young Liz Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958), trying to seduce her husband into going to bed with her. He likes whiskey better. But she possesses a latent sexuality that’s plain for every spectator to see and we sit there screaming at the screen, “Are you blind, Paul?!?!”
Dressing up the Rachel Sin Augustina dress got me thinking about film noir. The femme fatale, a lady who will steer you wrong even though it feels so right. She’s lonely. A criminal. And perhaps, just needs saving – or perhaps, she’s evil to the core.
The dress has an ultra-feminine silhouette and hugs you in all the right places. I went with this hourglass look, it’s so classic and lovely – hard to believe I could be so evil in it!
Paired it with sky-high Yves Saint Laurent Tribtoo heels available at LUISAVIAROMA.COM. Taking notes from Victoria Beckham, these shoes are essentials because they pull up your calf muscles giving your legs an extra-long appearance.
Next came accessories. My grandmother’s vintage purse is right out of a Tuesday night on TCM. And the Tiger of Sweden “Butch” hat was a tip of the hat to George Sanders as The Saint. It adds a bit of business to the whole outfit. I could be a mob wife, you know? Pow Pow Pow.
Not much jewellery but vintage Chanel earrings and an Anna Sui black rose cocktail ring that stealthily flips open, lipgloss inside.
This Eurotrash figure has been on my mind ever since I saw a photo of her wearing a military blazer and light wash blue jeans, neutral oversized tee tucked in – only a handful – at the tummy (which I’ve always done since). If there is any person who is realistically, my style ideal it would be her. Sure, I can fantasize about Anna dello Russo’s headpieces and Miroslava Duma’s pattern proclivity, but in reality, Emmanuelle Alt is the girl I am when I get up out of bed in the morning.
She’s a poster child for Balmain and Isabel Marant (her husband’s the artistic director of the latter). For each occasion she cops a fancy new blazer – unlike most women who would purchase a new dress or accessories – Alt has worn the same Cartier watch and black Balmain belt for years it seems while switching up her blazers like nobody’s business. There isn’t any blazer she won’t do. I, too, have a serious thing for blazers. Vintage, tweed, linen, oversized, velvet, leather – you name it, I got it. I won’t, however, do those DUMB made-to-order boyfriend blazers in black or navy with an exposed striped lining, rolled up at the cuffs. And you know exactly the ones I mean. I just shudder when I see a girl wearing one of those over a fancy dress – a token of style in absentia.
Take notes from this Vogue Paris editor-in-chief, ladies. Be more adventurous with your outerwear!Tweet
Cleaning my room a few days ago went something like this: pick up eco-friendly, sustainable tote bag with company ‘X’ logo silk screen; empty it of its contents; start organizing. Business cards in the ‘business card box’. Coupons in the ‘coupon box’. Merchandise in my ‘try on and if good blog about it or at least say thank you, industrial-size bin’. And lastly, the empty swag bag – now what to do with you.
Who am I kidding, before that happens there is a 2-3 week grace period in which these swag bags lay around my room with all the reject items in them after I’ve scavenged for treats. When I finally get around to cleaning, I find myself wishing them into nonexistence. But, considering all the work that goes into their assembly and the good intentions put forth in a business we, receivers of the swag, have a stake in, the bags should be appreciated not scorned.
And they should also, all go to heaven.
If only there was a swag bag heaven where all the empty or semi-empty totes could go to rest peacefully once they’ve done their job of delivering the goods. We’d remember the good times we shared – that time we rode the subway home, hand-in-handle – and after a brief grieving period, know that letting go is the best for both of us. By all means, save a few good ones for trips to the grocery store. I saved my baby pink, gargantuan tote bag from Cashmere and now use it as my official
toilet paper bathroom tissue tote when I go shopping for the 2-4 pack at Walmart. Trust me when I say I look like a stunna wearing a bathroom tissue bag with bathroom tissue in it.
Currently, I have about three, partially full, swag bags lying around. I’ve tried to eat all the cookies in one of them and not get diabetes, still undecided as to which baking company I like best. (How do the judges of Who Takes the Cake do it?). The other one has about 25 business cards and pamphlets in it and I may have stuffed another swag bag with scraps of clothing from a failed DIY attempt. (I tried to make gingerbread man pyjamas out of an old pair of long jones and a toothbrush).
R.I.P. all swag bags everywhere and failed DIY projects.Tweet
If you joined me yesterday, I showed you how to style the Rachel Sin sequin pant for daytime fun. Where yesterday was sporty, today is glamourous. Although people on facebook dared to call me homeless when I posted an outtake from this particular look as my profile picture (albeit I was making a face that alluded to vagabonding), I really hope you all agree with the sequin tuxedo (as in sequin-on-sequin).
I’m wearing the same sequin pants from Rachel Sin paired with a sequin racerback tanktop from, wait for it, bebe. Hey man, you never know what you’ll find there. My shoes are Betsey Johnson (RIP) but I bought them at Winners for $50 a few summers ago. I love the blue jewel that sits atop my toes. A vintage mink stole; bejewelled daisy bib necklace available here at Forever21, and a pavé coral frog ring from Italy.
Remember, use the code EUROTRASH25 at RachelSin.com to get 25% off anything and everything you buy until December 10, 2012!
The sequin pants are a favourite holiday staple for me. They are perfect for those endless holiday dinners (elastic waistband, hello) and you won’t ever have to worry about making the naughty list when a mean game of Twister ensues after overdosing on fruitcake. Because if you were wearing a skirt, well, there it is.Tweet
As Billie Holiday said it, “You go to my head. With a smile that makes my temperature rise like a summer with a thousand Julys.” This is precisely how I feel about the sequin pants by Canadian designer, Rachel Sin. They fit as comfortably as lululemons minus the venti-sized ego. And they will take you from day to night, if styled just as I did. Stay tuned for the evening wear portion of this pageant….
I paired the pants with Converse sneakers because chucks have become my best friends, they go with everything – don’t let anyone convince you of otherwise, ever. A heather blue LnA racerback tank top, tucked in to give it a bit more structure and to show off the oblong pockets on the sequin pants. I then proceeded to throw on an army green anorak from The Gap, which my sister recently returned to me after borrowing it for 3 years. A chunky, purple Toy Watch for good measure. Lastly, pigtails and a carrot-orange, wool felt cloche (that’s the correct name for this type of cap – cloche – not a twinkie hat as I’ve been referring to it) with lizard embossed leather visor by Max & Co.
The best part, use the code EUROTRASH25 on Rachel Sin’s website www.RachelSin.com and receive 25% everything you purchase until Dec 10, 2012. Perfect if you’re looking for something to wear to all those holiday parties coming up, what to wear when standing under a mistletoe sort of predicament.Tweet
Visiting the GEOX PR headquarters, The PR Department, this week was like Christmas coming early. The SS 2013 line of shoes and apparel were on display for media and shoe-lovers, like myself, to review and obviously, covet.
Geox is most famous for ushering in a technological approach to footwear; their patented waterproof membrane lets sweat and air out, but doesn’t allow water in. It’s like osmosis for shoes. Seriously, check out the tests they ran in the rainiest place on earth, Cherrapunjee, India. Click here to see the interactive rain test.Tweet
In the second instalment of Eurotrash Shops Luisa Via Roma I ask about lusting for leather leggings and the improbability of splurging on them.
Leather leggings are perhaps the most glamourous bottom you can dig up. Throw them under a hoodie and you’re a model off-duty. Wear them with a blouse or peplum bustier and you’re ready for a night out on the town. My favourite look with leather leggings are black leather ankle boots that flow seamlessly from the pant so, even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to pick out where the pant ends and the boot begins.Tweet
Musing. This is what I came up with today for outfit inspirations. The movie, Justine (1968) by George Cukor. The actress, Anouk Aimee. French. Masculine, most of the time. The fashion label, Preen.
The Regan stretch-crepe dress from Preen’s Resort 2013 collection has preppy glam all over it. Movie stars in kitten heels and cat-eyes. The Preen line always hinges on the masculine, however flouncy some pieces get. And, the patterns are always bold, never shy. Patterns are either there in the most conspicuous form or not there at all. Like, Anouk. When she was on screen, the background existed not. She was the total film, could play the role of both leading lady and man.
Admittedly, I’ve never seen Justine. (Although, I really should). Her most vivid performances, for me, are in 8 1/2 and La Dolce Vita. She was rock hard femininity that simply outshone Mastroianni every time she appeared alongside him on screen. She never, never once needed him. In Cukor’s film she could very well be more romantic, but in a chalk white suit and tan, I hardly think we’ve lost much of her rampant stoicism.
Incidentally, the Regan stretch-crepe dress is available right now in both black and white. In black, as part of the Moda Operandi Preen trunk show, which ends this Friday. And in white, on Net-a-Porter.