Archive for September 2013
I must preface this post by admitting that I am currently sitting at my desk, a cloudy Toronto skyline is ostensibly the most beautiful thing in my periphery, and no, I’m not in Paris. However, thanks to Anna dello Russo, who is in Paris, I get to peruse the actually beautiful Delfina Delettrez jewellery presentation that took place today at the Almine Rech Gallery. Read the rest of this entry »Tweet
Sass & Bide’s Heidi Middleton at home.
A Eurotrash moment from a summertime somewhere. Maybe from my past, maybe in my future. Love runners as primary mode of transportation whilst ensconced in a long black parachute skirt and a biker vest. My interest is piqued by the statue just right of our leading lady; two ladies, both swathed, side-by-side yet centuries apart.
One of my all-time favourite images by Mert & Marcus published in Pop FW 2001 as “Death Valley”. I want to share a quote that, for me, is synecdochical of my entire approach to life and is captured by this photograph as it evokes much more than its parts:
“The passion of an aesthete is absolutely inaccessible to the man of ordinary concept who calls a dog a dog and a spoon a spoon.”
- R. Huelsenbeck, En Avant Dada.Tweet
Photograph by Alexander Liang
I’m the featured blogger on The Luxe Life Blogger Roll this week talking all about my 90s inspired Toronto Fashion Week look. Check out the article I wrote and the outfit I styled here: The Luxe Life.Tweet
You know me, always hating on Drake. And although I’ll spare you diehard ovo’s my reasonings, I have to say this song embodies my entire summer. Lazy days tanning on the rooftop, to hot nights sweating on the dance floor. Summer breezes, yachts, docks, ice cream patios, islands, ferris wheels, prosecco evenings, and holding hands. Obviously, I am beyond excited to share the music video – especially because ASAP ROCKY has a cameo appearance – holler!Tweet
A quick post from a city stroll at Osgoode Hall in Toronto. Despite what you all think, I actually don’t go around dressed like Anna dello Russo – in fact, I prefer a sporty/preppy look for everyday life. There is something discretely European-appropriation-of-American-style to chucks, Wayfarers, a knit sweater, ripped jeans and a Louis Vuitton Neverfull. Incidentally, the jeans and sweaters are part of my latest Fall loot from Zara. Thanks, Alexander Liang, for snapping this pic!Tweet
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then clearly I have free rein to equate Giannini’s Spring ’14 collection to a fluffy, pink flamingo. Sure, the birds are missing some sequins and swag, but all in all the association is uncanny. It’s one of those moments when an ink blot of the pink flamingo would prompt the fashion victim to blurt out, “Why doc, that’s easy. Gucci Spring 2014. What do I win, what do I win??!!”
No victims here, though, as Giannini continues to explore the boudoir where she left off in Spring 2012 (perhaps a pregnancy suffices to explain the temporary departure from sexiness in between yesterday and tomorrow; I said flamingo, not stork). These roaring 20s inspired silhouettes have me picturing Kay Francis swathed in flouncy sleeves and pearls, trying to light a cigarette with one of those oversized lighters that dubbed as a paperweight held in both hands. So, flamingos, Kay Francis and Gucci. Someone diagnose me, please. I have a severe case of FABULOUS.
Ever since this man put Anna dello Russo in his shorter than short regal lilac dress and did the same to Chiara Ferragni, multiple times, once in a long white number that had me suspecting a nuptial with ex-Riccardo, in the most fashionable expression of a wedding day on the streets of Florence – Fausto Puglisi had me at mid-thigh.
He went through a rebellious punk rock phase for Fall 2013, but back for Spring he took the best parts of his leather bondage and mixed it with pure sprezzatura. Pink, red and sky blue palm trees in the sun is all I want to wear after perusing this collection last night, over and over and over again. I swear I know it by heart. Perhaps the Alexander Wang of Italy, Puglisi has been chosen to revamp the French fashion house, Emanuel Ungaro (pace, Lindsay Lohan). His ideas are fresh, not regurgitations of runways past and yet they don’t veer too far away from identification, and thus Puglisi has the sweet ability to set the trend. For now, let us just pray that some retailer in Toronto with enough foresight decides to carry Fausto Puglisi so that we can carry Fausto Puglisi. Or maybe just me, which I’m totally OK with. Leather belt bra, anyone?