Posts Tagged ‘fashion blog’
After a few exhausting days of airplanes, cabs, fashion shows, wardrobe changes and a few bottles of Prosecco on a few rooftops, my skin was saying “Oh, so you like these crow’s feet, then?” Dehydration and fatigue began to show. Luckily, I was fortunate to have a day at the Susan Ciminelli Beauty Clinic on the Upper East Side planned for me right before I flew home. Seriously, everyone should end a trip to New York City with a trip to Susan Ciminelli. After my oxygen facial, complete with deep pore cleansing and seawater splashes, I was glowing – literally – my skin glistened in the sunshine. And I went home with the Susan Ciminelli Restorative Red Marine Algae Cream (a luxe-luxe treat) with Co Q 10, Vitamin A and Antioxidants – I use it at night as a sort of magic potion. A huge thanks to Susan for giving me the royal treatment, it’s certainly going to become a requisite pit-stop every time I visit the Big Apple.
This photograph plus a flashback during yoga this morning whilst trying to find my drishti, transported me to a moment in time that I hold dearly. I’m 18 years old, it’s 2003 and my two best friends and I have rented a villetta in Ravello – arguably the most enchanting place on earth. It’s July. We didn’t go to the beach that day because we had to do our laundry, something we had been avoiding for the past two weeks, accumulating a mountain of soiled Abercrombie t-shirts and short shorts on our kitchen table.
Our villa has an oversized terrace that looks out onto a valley; we’re really high up. It seems as if in paradise. Stretching the entire length of the terracotta tiles, a blue water swimming pool nestled on one end, a clothesline on the other, we hang our entire summer wardrobe to dry with the Mediterranean sun. As we wait, we take to three lounge chairs by the pool. I look up at the sky. Earbuds in place and press play. So begins the Real Ibiza V compilation I purchased earlier on a drunken night in Lipari after sucking back a B52 through a straw – while it was on fire. Apparently, that’s how they do it in Italy; turned out to be heaven-sent. The music, the sunshine and my precocious youth. I think I became a better version of myself that afternoon, in the hour and a half it took for our laundry to dry.
The possibilities are endless. Nighttime reveals latent dreams of couture and high heels. In my mind, it’s the spark of excitement – dressing up to go out like a transformation from monotony to fantastic. I asked myself who I wanted to be that night. A lady with lots of secrets. A leather dress that stuck like a second skin. A disguise. A reprise, even. For I’ve been here before, acting out a venomous slither of long legs and black lashes through the night.
Fall is around the corner and I’ve begun to source images that remind me what I want to look like in the upcoming months. It’s not very easy to look effortlessly stylish, often a lot of pre-planning and recon is vital to fashion supremacy. Disorder is the underbelly of dressing well, even if the very look we are trying to achieve is disorderly. Does that make sense or am I getting too semantic this morning? Nonetheless, I like this look because there is really no “order” to it. A studded belt from at least five season’s ago, the gaudy statement necklaces stacked right, a braid, masculine timepiece with a leather band – such disparate pieces. Her jeans look faded and her blouse is diaphanously feminine. I can’t figure out what the underlying organizational element is and that’s just what makes this look so aesthetically pleasing. You can’t put your finger on it, and you probably couldn’t duplicate it without looking all wrong. It’s a fleeting moment in style, which thankfully, someone captured in a photograph. This is enigmatic inspiration.
Thursday night in Toronto just got better. I’ll be DJ’ing the official launch party for this pop up shop hosted by Shoppalu in collabo with all these great people: Walk-in Closet, Singhnature.com and Kenton Magazine. Something old and something new, vintage meets all kinds of cool finds. So come shop, get a photo op with all of us bloggers-cum-DJs and enjoy what’s left of summer!