Posts Tagged ‘Summer’

1. Vince Camuto Contrast Trim Cheetah Spots Blouse $89, available at Girl Friday (740 Queen St W) www.GirlFridayClothing.com 2. Vince Camuto Corsage Floral Skirt $140, available at Girl Friday www.GirlFridayClothing.com 3. Vince Camuto Petal Sandals $130, available at Brocks www.brocks.ca in Port Perry (168-178 Queen Street).

Victoria Day Weekend. The official start of patio season and white pants. This year, whether we celebrate it with or without a beer in hand pending the LCBO strike, we had better look – and smell – fabulous. That’s why I’m giving one lucky reader a full size bottle of Vince Camuto fragrance! All you have to do follow the rules at the bottom of this post to win. Read the rest of this entry »

I am totally digging the latest collection by Rodebjer. Even if insects give me the heebee jeebees. These are my bubblegum picks for a pleasant summer splash! Shop this print here:

http://www.rodebjer.com/en/artiklar/new-arrivals/index.html 


 

(photo credit Dolce & Gabbana)

Luchino Visconti’s La terra trema…. Sure, it’s a stated source of inspiration for Dolce & Gabbana‘s Spring Summer 2013 ad campaign.

But it’s more like Chef Lidia’s “Tutti a tavola a mangiare!”

My friend, JR Bernstein, noted photographer and admirer of all things nice, suggested to me that the Dolce & Gabbana ads were like a Eurotrash family portrait. In fact, Eurotrash are known to travel in bands of brothers, sisters, first cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends and children we’ve amassed on the streets. It’s a come one, come all way of life. And these ads simply epitomize the definition of the Italian family. It’s more than just the nuclear family - la famiglia can be the church, a sisterhood, or just the townspeople you run into at the local grocers. It can be a mob, too.

Sometimes I think back to the different families I’ve belonged to. My favourite memory is the ad hoc family we’d create in the middle of the piazza in Atrani (on the Amalfi coast) at the end of every evening. We’d take tables from each of the three bars surrounding the main – tiny – square and form one huge table in the middle, spilling into the streets. Friends would become lovers, acquaintances would become more, and Eurotrash girls became family every summer’s eve until the ocean washed away the ties we made, and last night’s familiarities, no longer.

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Eurotrash recaps Custo Barcelona's Spring 2011 collection, just in time for summer's last hurrah. Read the rest of this entry »

People watch Jersey Shore for different reasons; most of us watch it to revel in the fact that good fortune destined our birthplace to be somewhere other than  Jersey and thus precluded the unsettling possibility that we could’ve grown  up to be a Guido or Guidette.  However, if you’re an italo-canadian from Woodbridge there is the slight chance that fortune has imparted upon you the Gino or Gina title, permutations of the Guido/Guidette gene, and in which case, you most likely watch Jersey Shore to revel in the fact that all those wannabe juice heads got nuthin on you, bro!!!

Then there’s people like me, who flirted with the idea of reppin’ the Gina lifestyle once upon a time in high school when it was cool to wear Invicta bags, low-grade Diesel apparel and, shudder, HEX BOOTS. Not to mention we used to vacation to places like Wasaga Beach; wait a minute, that was in, er, second year university. What can I say… it’s been a long battle.

Luckily, I settled for Eurotrash instead. But other than the private realization that I am capable of  identifiying with the Guidette lifestyle a little more than I’d like to admit, the main reason I like to watch Jersey Shore is because of their steadfast commitment to refining, toning, tanning and tweaking their bodies and simultaneously, their nightly commitment to its destruction. Eurotrash can identify wholeheartedly with this vicious cycle. After a summer of complete debauchery by carbohydrates and booze, eurotrash came home and quit all the vices that were plaguing her life, switched to eating organic, drank green tea instead of coffee, kept her booze intake to low-cal vodka tonics and only on the weekends, and lastly, became a self-proclaimed runner. I was sure to look just like this by summertime:

What I slowly discovered was that this lifestyle change somehow came with its own antidote in the form of heinekens, late-night fast food binges, daily tim horton’s iced coffee runs after stumbling upon an article that listed the healthy benefits of caffeine, and skipping a few 3 -milers because I somehow managed to get shin splints from all the running, of course. As I sit here eating Vector out of the box to boost my carb intake before pumping some iron later this afternoon I know two things: I’ve already passed the 1 serving count and second, I have yet to make up my mind as to what looming season I am actually preparing myself for: Bikini season or Patio?! The latter comes with a large order of fries, a crisp pint of Creemore and couple of ciggies; the former requires not a six pack of beer but an emaciated grin and 1 large bottle of evian.

And with all the media saying no to muffin tops and all the various things I see everytime I stand infront of a full length mirror, I start to concede that the patio season will probably reign triumphant. But this is where Jersey Shore proffers a shred of hope for people like me who have the tendency to play the role of both BFF and arch nemesis when it comes to taking care of our bodies. If the Situation can still have his Situation by summer’s end, inspite of all the cigarettes he smokes, vodka he drinks and calzoni he eats, then so too can eurotrash. God bless reality TV.