Most people don’t know this about me: I have one split earlobe. As a young’un starting out in university, I harboured an unhealthy obsession with big, colourful ear baubles. So fervent was my devotion, I didn’t even notice when my left earlobe eventually gave out from years of daily wear. After that I vowed to only wear teeny tiny studs….that is, until now.
But of course the oversized earrings that have caught my attention lately aren’t anything like the tacky pieces I wore nearly a decade ago. Being older and wiser and with better taste, nowadays I prefer bold, minimal pieces in solid gold or silver. Céline is perhaps the most well-known dealer of these notice-me accessories. Lucky for us more modestly-salaried individuals, you can buy really beautiful knock-offs from, where else, Zara. They’re the tear-dropped beauties 5th from the top, and although these are much too heavy and ostentatious for daily wear, they’re ideal for the occasional holiday party. You see? I did learn an important lesson from this after all.
Images via Zara, Vogue.com, Céline, and Pinterest
I’m not going to fib. I have a massive addiction to outerwear. Being from Canada. it only makes sense. The number of coats and jackets I’ve managed to squeeze into my moderately-sized closet would shock you. So I won’t divulge the number. Suffice it to say, variety is the spice of life. And I love a good mix of long and short, baggy and form-fitting, thin and cozy-as-hell coats. The weather never remains constant, why should your style?
This is why I no longer try to chase that one perfectly stylish yet practical coat. For one, I’m not sure if it exists. For another, I know getting sick of my clothes is an inevitable part of my life, so I prefer to prolong the lifespan of each of my various jackets by having more to choose from. For those with less closet space, having a few options picked from the above images is a good start. You can’t go wrong with a roster of bomber jacket, cocoon coat, menswear jacket, and fur coat, no matter how north you plan on spending your winter this year.
Images via Zara.com
Here I am, sweating profusely because I dare to wear a leather midi skirt in 40° weather. Anything for fashion, I suppose. I found this vintage leather skirt in the spring for mere pennies at my local thrift shop. Not only is it the right fit, it also has the perfect lace-up details on the side. Worn here with a simple American Apparel crop top, I felt classy but could still get down and bust a move. Win win!
Vintage leather skirt from Public Butter, top by American Apparel, and sandals by Zara
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Wearing vintage suede dress and Zara sandals
One of the best things about adjusting to a new (ish) hairdo—especially one as drastic as this one—is figuring out what colours and shades work best with my fresh locks. Having read a few beauty & hair articles here and there, I had heard that blondes look quite good in shades of nude and beige. The excitement of being able to integrate yet another boring neutral into my wardrobe was palpable. So you can imagine my glee when I found this vintage suede dress for mere pennies at my neighbourhood shop. When I found it, it was Amish-length and adorned with a matching fringe belt. Hideous, on more than one level, but nothing a good tailor couldn’t fix.
Et voilà. Worn here with chunky sandals and wind blown hair, I feel as fresh as a brunette in an all black look.
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I’m wearing asymmetrical gown by Zara, vintage brocade jacket and bamboo bag
Last Thursday I attended, for the second time, Toronto’s largest and glitziest annual art gala, the Power Ball. As a massive fundraising event for the Power Plant‘s art programming, the party has become a hugely influential and innovative party, attended by artists and supporters of artists (from the worlds of fashion, film, media, finance, advertising, and music) alike. The food and cocktails are usually a highlight for me, as I’m the type of woman who feels more at home at a pizza bar or a techno dungeon than a fancy fashion party, and this year was no different. Still I, along with my companion Karolyne Ellacott, made the best of our surroundings, reclining in vintage chaise lounges, posing for the paps, and splashing around in kiddie pools of rainbow balls.
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In the perfect world, I would be dressed like Tilda Swinton 365 days of the year. But in reality, there comes a time when you are stressed out, you have a full workday plus errands, and all you want to do is dress comfortably and succumb to looking like a dirtbag.
A dirtbag, to me, is a person who abandons societal norms in order to pursue their chosen lifestyle. I chose to wear basketball shorts to work and not touch up my roots. Same difference. It’s not a bad thing, per se. Some might argue it demonstrates a singular vision in the person to pursue the life they want. I guess, in this case, I wish for a life where I don’t have to put on a skirt suit to go to the office and I don’t have to get up before noon on a Saturday to get my hair did. Both noble pursuits if you ask me.
I’m wearing a very special sweatshirt produced by the people at The Editorial Magazine. The editors from Montréal recently came down to Toronto and held a launch party at D N S, which coincidentally is also my hair salon. With it, I’m wearing leather shorts by Northbound, vintage backpack, and shoes from Durumi.
Images by The Pack