Back In The USSR

The lovely Paris Tarts tagged me in her "Project Self", which you can read more about here but, in short, requires the tagged blogger to state 8 things they like about themselves, 3 things that they dislike and 5 things that they previously disliked but have learned to love. The tagged blogger must also state something they love about both the person tagging them as well as the individual they decide to tag, and furthermore post a picture that displays at least one of the things they love or dislike about themselves. This is in response to some of the hate and general negativity that's been rearing its ugly head in the fashion blogger community recently, and I think that it's an absolutely beautiful project that the wonderful Mademoiselle Tart has come up with!

I LOVE that Paris Tarts has wicked hot red hair, inspiring style and a really engaging way of writing.

Without further adieu, my list is as follows:
8 Things I Love About Myself
I have great taste in music (and yes, I know this is arbitrary.)
I have some extraordinary people in my life who I love and they love me too.
I have a quick wit and am quite sharp.
No matter how much I mess with it, my hair doesn't damage easily (thanks to my father's genes!)
I naturally have bright blue eyes (thanks to my mums' genes!)
I'm able to laugh at myself and have a good time no matter where I am (note today's photos)
If I care about something I care about it a lot...I am entirely devoted to my interests and don't love anything halfway.
I don't break easily.
3 Things I Dislike
That I have a propensity to self destruct for no reason other than to entertain myself.
That on certain days I absolutely cannot deal with criticism.
That I spend too much money on things which I really don't need.
5 Things I Disliked But Have Learned To Embrace
I have a boyish voice.
I'm ambitious. I've noticed that many people will try to make you feel guilty for this and sometimes even succeed in doing so, but it's nothing to be ashamed of and in fact contributes to constantly learning and improving as a human being.
I will never be one of those people who has a big group of a million and one friends, but I've come to understand that this is because the friends I do have are for real.
I'm super opinionated and don't change easily. Like being ambitious, I really don't feel like there is anything wrong with this!
I have hips and...well, so what.
Deciding who to pass the "Project Self" torch to was more difficult than I can express because I truly do love you ALL...but I have come to the conclusion that I would really like to hear what the amazing Ashleigh of Rantings of a Fashion Addict has to say, because she's a fellow Canadian and one of the nicest and most sincere individuals I've had the pleasure of encountering through this whole fashion blogging endeavour - not to mention the fact that she's rockingly clever and gorgeous!

On a seperate note entirely, the weekend is of course almost here, which means I won't be plugged into any kind of electronic device (except maybe an iPod) until Monday morning. As previously stated, I really do love each and every one of you, and I really sincerely hope you have the most amazing last-weekend-of-August of your lives!

Wearing

Hat: vintage (faux fur!)

Tank: Club Monaco

Pants: Vince

Shoes: vintage

Love is Noise

'Tis the season of my allergy to ragweed getting out of control and forcing me into bed with Claritin and a glass of water in hand at 8:30 p.m. last night. I generally dislike sleeping - the whole concept of it just annoys me, as I see no reason why it is necessary for myself and everyone else on the planet to be wholly unproductive for hours on end every single day of being alive, but such is the physiology of being human I suppose, so I'm just going to have to learn how to deal with it.
The one good aspect of getting a billion hours of sleep last night is that I didn't feel half-dead when I woke up this morning, and I was for once able to wake up bright and early without complaint. My head still feels swollen and puffy and gross mind you, but a Grande Bold and hashbrown managed to fix that right up. As much as people (myself included) might complain about Western civilization and the corporate powers that be, sometimes Starbucks and McDonald's really just get the job done better than anything else, and for that reason I cannot entirely fault them.
Same goes for Old Navy actually - this sweater-thing I'm wearing today was a recent kid's section purchase there for 10 bucks! It fits wonderfully, is warm but not too warm, is comfortable beyond belief and, in my opinion, totally freaking adorable. Along with this I got a rugby cardigan for an equally affordable price which I swear is the EXACT same as the one I was planning on purchasing from Urban Outfitters for $100. Can you even believe that? My recent consumer experiences honestly feel too good to be true.

I am off to enjoy a day of rest, relaxation and a pedicure (because if there's one beauty-related thing I really cannot stand it would be having gnarly feet). I am still uncertain as to what colour polish I want to go with - you may be able to tell, but I'm not really a neon kind of girl regardless of how "in" it is - but I'm sure I'll come to some satisfactory conclusion...any suggestions anyone?

Wearing
Sweater: Old Navy kid's
Shorts: vintage
Socks: American Apparel
Shoes: Converse
Bag: Chanel, vintage

Keep it on the ground, keep it on the ground

When the distinct chill and crispness of a faraway but nonetheless upcoming winter hits the air it's not long before I begin to slowly but surely revert back to all of the dark hued, slim-fit items in my wardrobe one at a time and, on some days such as yesterday, all at once.
I'm aware that it's considered poor taste by a good percentage of the fashion-y crowd to be into wearing shaded monochrome all the time (with the exception of Kate Lamphear, who I'm pretty certain may just be my much cooler doppelganger), but I really can't help it: Bob Dylan was an early and extraordinarily significant influence on me, and everything from music to fashion to literature kind of stems from that place in me which still loves the man. Basically, since a very young age I've wanted to achieve both an aesthetic and an intelligence that would impress Monsieur Dylan were I ever to come in to being in his presence and, while that happening is unlikely for sure, I like taking the safe side on most matters - 'tis better to be early than late, safe than sorry, and so on and so forth....
Okay, enough philosophizing about my outfit. Well, maybe a bit more philosophizing....at the core of the matter I just like wearing all-black a lot in the fall and winter seasons and think it to be the opposite of depressing (particularly in consideration of the fact that my hair stands out like a beacon). Wearing what I wore yesterday made me feel comfortable and, more importantly, like myself, which to me is the whole point of style and furthermore how I differentiate it at the end of the day from fashion, which is trend, market and consumer driven. Which there is nothing wrong with, as I love supply and demand as much as the next Parisian Vogue reader! But in all honesty there are also some days of the week that I couldn't give a damn about what's in style and what's not, and yesterday was one of those days...
Another recent self-discovery: hanging out on deserted rooftops in the city can be REALLY fun.

Wearing

Cardigan: H&M (referred to in this post, and suprisingly not shown for the first time until now!)

Tank: Capezio

Jeans: Urban Planet

Boots: Pedro Garcia

The Dangerous Type

To celebrate a recent promotion at my work-work - I refer to it as that because blog-work is work too - G took me out for a really gorgeous dinner last night at a local restaurant that we both love. Because of my half-Italian heritage I have a really difficult time complimenting the cooking of Italian food by anyone other than my nana, but I will nonetheless concede to the fact that both the food and the wine list at this particular restaurant are awesomely out of this world.

G looked really dapper in dark wash denim, loafers sans socks, a charcoal blazer and a white t-shirt (G's take on men's fashion is that it's all about hair and shoes...of which his are admittedly respectively awesome), so I decided to slightly 'match' myself to his look in that I went pretty basic with one of my best-fitting little black dresses, patent pumps and minimal accessories. I suppose it's not entirely matchy or anything, but at least I attempted to not go crazy bohemian-fringe-grunge-whatever.While digesting and continuing to be winos we watched a film which is one of my favourite guilty pleasures ever: The Craft. Hell to the yes, I really couldn't care less what anyone says about it because that movie rocks, and looking back on it now has some pretty decent fashion in it as well. I remember my 14 year old self wanting so badly to be a part of an awesome little witch clique, and after watching it last night realize I still wouldn't mind that. Well, without the killing people and sharks and causing general mayhem part, obviously. One could even speculate that last night's photos were inspired by the film, as I really do look kind of witchy and evil...though I must say I fancy myself to be more of a Robin Tunney than a Faruza Balk.

Wearing

Dress: Zara

Shoes: Aldo, from ages ago

Watch Them Fly Sundays

There isn't much about this past weekend to expand upon. I shopped, dined, drank, walked, dealt with the arduous Canadian passport renewal procedures, visited family and old friends and watched some deliciously terrible B movies from the 90's and revelled in the fact that for once it did not rain! A weekend such as the one just had is by all means considered a win in my books.
Yesterday's outfit as pictured is the result of a thoroughly satisfying fast-fashion moment at Urban Planet. I'm pretty certain that this shop of shockingly inexpensive, disposable, trendy goods is a strictly Canadian thing, but I could be wrong. Regardless, I used to be a little bit ashamed of my Urban Planet addiction, and mostly because it can be really easily misconstrued: as much as I adore all of the things I have personally purchased there, I have no trouble whatsoever admitting that it is impossibly easy to walk out of that store having spent $10 total and looking like a Trampy McTramp from head to toe. As such, I've generally felt as though stating my love for this store groups me in with a class of girls and women with whom I would never, ever like to be even remotely akin to.The trip made to the Queen Street West Urban Planet mecca on Saturday afternoon admittedly changed it all though. Two pairs of the most eerily perfect fitting straight-leg jeans in the most fantastic medium-blue and greyish-black for $30? Check! Summery featherweight maxi dresses for $5 apiece? Check!! More accessories, shoes, sunglasses, belts, hair ribbons, blah blah blah than I can shake a stick at? Check, check, check!!!

I LOVE URBAN PLANET AND AM NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT.

...Well maybe I am kind of afraid to say it. But do you know what, Carine Roitfeld? Maybe if you adopted me then I wouldn't need to make the dreaded fast fashion lifestyle choice. I'm well aware that you would rather have me live in a cardboard box with real Dries Van Noten platforms than god forbid have me lead a pretty comfortable existence with the 'inspired' Forever 21 versions, but, well...whatever, I'm so over it.

Wearing

Dress: Urban Planet (hollaaaaaaa! Yes, I know I am entirely lame-o)

Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell (I dread the day it becomes too cold to continue wearing these for yet another season, though G will probably just be happy to see me with different footwear for once)

Purse: vintage

Jewlery: various

No words, only melody comes...

Last night consisted of activities that are quickly becoming typical events in my life: G and I visited some friends, had some beers with such friends, listened to music and took some pictures. It was one of those days, however, where I had worn something so unimpressively boring and 'conservative' to work that I felt the need to pile on the awesomest anti-desk job clothing within reach and give my Anita Pallenberg hat a warm welcome into my daily wardrobe, which happily resulted in an immediate sense of self-love on my part....moments like this one remind me why I love clothing as much as I do!
On to the stunningly exciting news I've vaguely alluded to for a little while and finally promised yesterday to divulge: G and I will be going to New York Fashion Week! Or rather, will be in NYC throughout New York Fashion Week...god knows if we'll actually be able to get into any of the shows, but I definitely plan on trying. However, even if we don't, can you imagine how amazing just sitting outside the tents and watching the street style is going to be? Ahhh it's all too much excitement, I have so many plans and very little direction...luckily for me that's usually where the wonderful reasonable, rational and logical G comes in and saves the day though! So yes, it's being planned and booked and we're actually going. As you can probably imagine I nearly squeal every time I go type that.
One thing I DO know we will be doing in NYC for sure is attending Spirit Animal House, a party being thrown at Pianos by the wicked hot ladies of NoGoodForMe.com which promises to be entirely off the hook. So if any of you, my gorgeous and dear readers, are in the 'hood (or do they call them bourghs [sp?] in NYC? There is so much to learn!) and want to swing by on the evening of September 9, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be there, wearing what I hope turns out to be the most fabulous thing on the face of the planet. I'm going to a very specifically out-of-this-world-super-fabulous vintage shop here in Toronto either this weekend or early next week to begin looking for such ensemble - wish me luck!
I have a ridiculously busy couple of days ahead of me (such 'busyness' being wholly inclusive of enjoying what is technically one of the last weeks of summer), and consequently won't be updating here until bright and early on Monday morning. Lastly, this has been one of our best weeks EVER; mucho, mucho thanks to each and every single one of you and have a fantastic weekend everyone!
Wearing

Skirt: Levi's

Everything else: vintage

These could be the best days of our lives

I've made no secret of the fact that I'm more than a little bit infatuated with both the music and fashion of the 90's; with this in mind, it should come as no surprise to anyone that I have been completely drawn to plaid kilts as of late. Moreover, Toronto thrift shops have been absolutely chock-full of such garments and I have thus been able to indulge in my fantasy of looking like a not-as-strung-out version of Courtney Love circa 1993. The only unfortunate aspect of this tiny obsession of mine is that the things which I most love to wear are absolutely, 100% impossibly inappropriate to wear to my desk job, which just tends to reinforce my belief that my life begins as of 4:30 p.m. Monday through Friday!
Last night was spent "breaking into" (is it technically breaking in if the entrance is wide open?) a really neat looking construction site, drinking this amazingly frothy champagne-ish stuff called Pink straight out of the bottle and discussing hopes, dreams, fears, fantasies and everything else with some of the coolest people I know. It may all sound a tad scummy to be hanging out in a dirty construction area when written so bluntly, but to be honest I find that kind of lack of pretention in social situations to be really refreshing. Who needs to go 'see and be seen' when the only people you're interested in seeing and being seen by are happy to just be sitting under a halogen work lamp on a piece of plywood with you?
More importantly than my existentialist social interaction rant: I have some really, really, maddeningly exciting news to share with you all which I alluded to a couple of weeks ago but am finally very close to being ready to share...as in, like, tomorrow! There are a couple of details left to iron out (to those of you who are reading this and know what I'm referring to - I'm taking care of it today, I promise!), but I'm really thrilled in general for all of the wonderful things that are happening in my life lately. I am, however, of the mind that the universe must require a certain degree of balance between positivity/negativity, because it seems as though the more blogger love that comes my way, the more real-life weirdness I encounter what with random strangers being total rude morons and the like. Not that I'm complaining...just saying.

Wearing

Tank: Chinatown (that 9 for $7 deal really, really cannot be beat)

Kilt: vintage

Cardigan: vintage

Shoes: F21

Bag: Chanel, vintage

13 O'Clock

Yesterday evening was not quite as eventful as the one prior to it, but it was nonetheless enjoyable in a really subdued, laid-back way. G and I made some dinner, did some laundry, organized finances and did all of that other stuff which unfortunately has a tendency towards reminding you that you are not even close to being a child anymore and that you are, for all intensive purposes, a proper adult.
I certainly don't feel like an adult most of the time, but I suppose that it is reasonably comforting to know that I am and that it's really not as bad as I thought it might be. I feel as though I'm really coming to understand the whole 'you're only as old as you feel' adage on some intrinsic level...at the same time, I'm considering purchasing this Lancome nonsense because I'm pretty sure I'll have a change of heart about the whole matter at the onset of my first fine line.
At a certain point last night I grew a bit tired of the grown-up activities and responsibilities and as such cajoled G into coming to the park with me to sit on the expansive grass lawn, drink iced teas and basically do nothing but enjoy sitting and drinking iced teas. It's not as though we have year-round summer here, so why stay in the apartment and let any moment of the nice weather pass us by, right? Mind you I didn't even notice that the pattern of the dress I donned nearly blended in with the actual scenery until we sat down and G started to click away. Silliness on my part ensued, as per the photograph above. Here's to hoping that all of you are having as nice of a week as we are!

Wearing

Dress: H&M

Belt: vintage

Shoes: Nine West

Bag: vintage

Another day, the rain...

I take back what I wrote yesterday: I now in fact don't wish it was still the weekend, because the work week (other than the actual working part) is going more fabulously than I can say. Last evening G and I met up with a couple of our friends, went uptown, indulged in some lemon and amaretto gelato and walked and talked and generally caught up...we had planned on going to see a film, but sometimes it really just feels unnecessary to sit around staring at a projected version of people you don't even know while in the company of people who you do know and, more importantly, actually care about on a level beyond the superficial.
After the fantastic conversation over coffee with friend we took quite a leisurely stroll home, as it was for once what one could describe as typical August weather; everything around had that glowing dusty hue cast upon it which, in my opinion, makes even the most mundane corners of the world stunningly beautiful. So there we were atop a downtown parking garage, revelling in the outrageously wonderful evening...until we found ourselves in the middle of one of the most insanely torrential flash storms I have ever witnessed.
However, for once in my life I can't even complain about the horrible weather, because it was kind of amazing to sit under the concrete structure at literally arm's length from the storm and just watch the whole city become quieter, emptier and, in a certain sense, more human. Well there's that, and the fact that it made for what is in my opinion one of the coolest shots G has ever taken! My only concern last evening was how to get the Chanel home without it incurring any more wear and tear (do any GTA-ers know of any amazingly fantastic leathermakers that I could take this to to get cleaned up?) - but if you ask me, when a purse is my biggest concern on any given day it's probably a pretty good indicator that my life is going soaringly well.

Wearing

Blazer: vintage Perry Ellis

T-shirt: F21

Shorts: Moto

Shoes: Jeffery Campbell

Bag: Chanel, vintage

Drunk Without Drinking

Ah, what I would give right now for an extended weekend! It's not that today has started off on the wrong foot by any means - in fact, the very opposite is the case - it's more that I now have to come off of the high of having one of those best weekends ever and...well, I really don't want to.

The past couple of days have consisted of cottaging, watching Project Catwalk (SO much better than Project Runway), eating the best veggie burger in the history of the world and finding some of the most insanely awesome vintage items of my entire life. I don't think any thrifting excursions will ever beat the one I had this weekend, and for once I don't think I'm being even slightly melodramatic. My amazing finds include, but are not limited to:

- a large white quilted authentic Chanel gold chain-strap purse
- a navy, Marc Jacobs-era Perry Ellis boy's blazer that FITS LIKE A DREAM
- the most amazing feathered felt Anita Pallenberg fedora that smells like patchouli
- 90's rompers and kilts
- belts, sunglasses, bags, scarves and way more wicked hot stuff that you will undoubtedly see on here in the near future

...I know, right?! Basically I would be jealous of me if I wasn't me.G and I have been wholly preoccupied with our fantastic stuff and generally just loving being alive, so I'm not at all regretful in having to say that our grand photo plans fell by the wayside. In my opinion the veritable plethora of sartorial joy we've accumulated over the weekend means better pictures though, so it all kind of evens out in the end.

Wearing
Romper: vintage
Shoes: Spring
Sunglasses: vintage
Purse: vintage

If Love Is The Drug Then I Want to O.D.

I've decided that I can't wait any longer to delve into my autumn wardrobe and, since the recent weather here has been more than permitting for non-summer gear, the tweeds, plaids and polos are officially making their entrance. I suppose one could say that this outfit is Gossip Girl-inspired but, truth be told, it's not. I've always had a penchant for the hyper-collegiate with a quirky twist look, and I remember actually being a tad jealous of those of my high school friends who were in enrolled in schools which had strict uniform policy...mandated adorable blazers, plaid skirts, knee-high socks and mary janes...yes, please!
I find today's set of photos amusingly ironic in that the shoot took place in an alley next to a gigantic local strip club. As the ladies sauntered near the back entrance smoking in their questionable attire, I sat nearby in what can be described as the preppiest, most clean-cut outfit on the face of the planet whilst reading a book (in case you were wondering, Deluxe: How Luxury Lost Its Luster is a great read if you're even remotely interested in high fashion) - it doesn't really get more hilariously dichotomous than that for me!
Since there won't be any updates this weekend I just wanted to take the end bit of this post to thank every single one of you who continues to read, visit and comment on Modern Guilt. Just last night G and I were discussing how wonderfully astonishing and overwhelmingly awesome all of the positivity we've been receiving is, and how it's so inspiring to not only have all of these amazing people reading and looking at what we do, but to also be privy to all of the brilliant things you guys have on your own blogs! I personally feel extremely honoured by all of the support and love you guys give to us - thank you a million times over. Have the fantastic, stylish and fun weekend you all deserve, and see y'all on Monday!

Wearing

Polo: Ralph Lauren

Skirt: thrifted Gap (it's actually a dress)

Blazer: vintage

Loafers: vintage Gucci

Hairclips: various, from my childhood

Dead Flowers

As I became increasingly conscious of my recent monochromatic 'rut', last night I decided to shake things up drastically by dressing in direct opposition to the way I have been for the past few days...fur, florals, a bejewelled fascinator, and shiny shoes just felt right for a change, though it's pretty rare even on my zaniest of days to find me wearing all of these pieces at once. So I arrived home from work, did a mental "to hell with it!" in front of my closet and piled my favourite things onto my body. This is my first time wearing the faux fur vest, which I have deemed July 2008's Most Awesome Goodwill Find - not only is it in spectacular condition and the kind of piece I have dreamed of having for years, it was also $5...does it really get better than that?
This decision of mine seemed to warrant staring and slack-jawed gawking everywhere G and I went, which I don't get at all...really, it's just clothing. Don't get me wrong, I obviously love fashion and think that clothing and style are much more indicative of a person's psychological make-up than most give them credit for being; at the same time, it's mostly all fun and games, isn't it? The very fact that $40,000 handbags and their $40 knockoff counterparts co-exist on the same planet must prove that on some level. It's not that I actually care what the Sketchers-wearing masses (yes, I have an inexplicable hate on for Sketchers which I can't even think about attempting to make sense of) think of me or the way I look, though - bottom line, I just don't understand why they care to begin with.
Anyways. I'm kind of in love with the way last night's photos turned out. Particularly the ones with the blue-ish light in the background, which I maintain looks almost like a spaceship landing if one doesn't focus on the actual object too much...

Wearing

Vest: vintage

Dress: H&M

Shoes: Juicy Couture

Bag: Kathy Van Zeeland

Hairpiece: yet another piece of memorabilia from my figure skating days...my love for sequins, all things shiny and hence figure skating was borne after seeing Kristi Yamaguchi in a yellow sequined dress on TV - I find it highly unsurprising that my glitterbug ways have continued long past my activity in the sport.

If I found my way to Minnesoter...

Last night was in a sense no different than the past three days have been as yet again I wore black and white. Mind you I didn't notice this until G pointed it out to me immediately, at which point I pretty much shrugged and decided to give up...my subconscious is obviously trying to tell me something in that I am indifferently gravitating to non-colours. Perhaps this is my form of anti-rebellion against seemingly not having a summer this year in Toronto? It either rains or it's cold, but mostly it just rains....
Anyways, LJ was over and the rainy, super casual evening was spent in the apartment, drinking Seabreeze slush thingamabobs out of wineglasses and talking and dancing (as per the above action shot) being and photographing and eating Thai food. All in all, a pretty great way to spend any given weeknight in my books.

On another note, more wicked awesome photo locations will be coming up soon, as G and I found a veritable goldmine of grimy, magnificent urban scenery literally a stone's throw from where we reside. Small discoveries like this one are the reason why I could never not live in a city - while I don't have attention deficit or anything along those lines, I do grow bored quite easily and much prefer being surrounded by stimulus and possibilities to being surrounded by nothingness and stagnation. Not that any place which is not a city is stagnant and lifeless necessarily, it's just that I haven't been to such a place yet in my life (with the exception of rural South Carolina, which may be my favourite place on the face of the earth)...

Wearing

Top: Gap

Jeans: Lux

Flats: F21

Earrings: antique market

On LJ

Tank: Jacob

Jeans: TopShop

Flats: Keep Company

Killing the Light

I haven't noticed until just right now, but this is the third consecutive post of me in an entirely monochromatic, black and white colour scheme. Truth be told, black is without a shade of a doubt my favourite colour (and yes, all of you literalists out there, I know that it is not technically a colour, hence my attempted witticism with 'shade')...

I find it funny and more than a little tiny bit ironic that yesterday's outfit has a kind of 'damsel in distress' vibe to it, seeing as I came home from work wearing this and consequently managed to get stuck in an elevator, alone, for a good thirty minutes until I called 911 with my meager cell phone reception and finally some really nice firefighters came and rescued me. Alright, alright, I know that this is by no means the scariest thing to ever happen to a person, but I sincerely felt as though my life was hanging in the balance. All day I had been looking forward to getting home, making myself a white wine spritzer and listening to the new Darker My Love record on the balcony - so really, it was no different than most days if I'm to be perfectly honest - but not only did I not get to come home to this pleasant contentedness, I had to get trapped in an elevator ALONE...the only rational explanation for this occurrence is that the universe tries to spite me when my life is going too awesomely well for its liking. Or that the elevator was simply faulty due to our irresponsible and sloth-like landlords.
On a separate note, the blouse I wore yesterday reminded me of how desperately I require a good, productive thrifting trip as soon as possible. I'm not yet at the point of feeling bored with my wardrobe, but I have an inkling to spruce things up a little bit, perhaps with some new accessories and outerwear and such. Furthermore, now that I own the article of clothing which I have wanted for 10+ years (the Burberry trench, obvi), it is time for the quest for the not quite as long-standing but almost equally significant obtainment of a [faux or vintage fur] Margot Tenenbaum coat. Oh, the tangled web of perpetual consumerism I weave.

Wearing
Blouse: vintage

Skirt: American Apparel

Shoes: Winners

Bag: Kathy van Zeeland

The Shock of the Lightning

Not only did it miserably rain all weekend, there was also a ridiculous propane-fueled explosion in the north end early yesterday morning, making it one of the most thoroughly strange stay at home weekends I've ever had. Our photo shoot plans for outdoors were obviously nixed by the gross weather, and the only 'apparel' I purchased was a pair of utilitarian putrid light blue wellies for $10 because my gladiators were getting entirely ruined outside. Ugh.
Cabin fever led to G and I drawing some inspiration from old photographic magazines laying about the apartment. Flipping through lots and lots of articles about overpriced light reflectors and other techniques to brighten up spaces led to an agreement upon the creation of a tinfoil wall in our apartment - one Dollarama trip later and this set of photos is what happened...It was a team effort - I taped, G crumpled, flattened and placed, and in my opinion the results turned out awesomely creepy in an art house film/Factory Girl sort of way. Moreover, I've always found that it makes me feel better to dress up when I'm not feeling the best, hence the evening dress pictured, which I wore around the apartment all night while watching Canada suck at the Olympics, eating Grand Camembert and the best cherries I've ever tasted in my life (thank you, Pusateri's!) and daydreaming about one day owning a Fromagerie and having a pet pig named Petit Oursant.

Oh, and as a brief aside: it just me or do I look somewhat like a vampire in this photo set? Not that that's a bad thing - in fact, it might just be the best thing EVER, but yeah...

Wearing

Jacket: Danier (you can't really see the crazy 'Queen of Darkness' collar on it, but trust me when I say that it may be the coolest/most intimidating/wicked hot thing I own)

Dress: F21 (which is cool, because I never wear it and as such am pleased that I spent very little on it)

Shoes: vintage (or at the very least I bought them at a secondhand shop. I'm unsure as to whether or not they classify as actual vintage however)

Don't Fight It, Feel It

Someone I am acquainted with went on an NYC trip last week, and arrived back yesterday with a little and completely unexpected Uniqlo shopping bag which shocked the pants off of me...figuratively of course, as I wasn't actually wearing pants yesterday.

Within the adorable paper bag featuring a green-haired, underwear-clad anime chick was the t-shirt you see in today's pictures - yes, it's just a t-shirt and nothing to entirely fawn over, but it is a limited edition Basquiat print and, more importantly, my first Uniqlo piece. Uniqlo, which I have heard and read so much good about, but never experienced firsthand - until now. The strangest and most wonderful part about this likely underwhelming story is that I've realized that people who you don't think are listening to you or care about your interests whatsoever are actually listening sometimes, and can surprise you in the nicest of ways.
Anyways. I jaunted over to Forever 21 after work yesterday (because once I get one new article of clothing I find it difficult to leave it at that, plus I felt like walking downtown during pedestrian rush hour while listening to Primal Scream because that always makes me happy on some weird, me-centric level) and was sorely disappointed in pretty much everything they currently have in stock. Early August generally seems to be an awful time in retail...which, lucky as it may be for the well-being of my savings account, is horrendously frustrating for me. However, I did scour H&M's Men's section shortly thereafter and found a black men's cardigan which just may be my new favourite article of clothing ever. I'm certain it will make its way onto here at some point...and by 'some point' I mean 'probably Monday'.
Most importantly of all news in the realm of my life for all intensive blogging-related purposes, the amazing-albeit-currently-gigantic thrifted Burberry trench is in my closet staring at me disdainfully, reminding me that its potential glory days of September are merely 23 days away, and that any tailor worth his/her salt will take at least that long to mold it perfectly to every inch of my body...I'm going to get on that like now before it jumps out of the closet and smothers me to death or something, as it's getting increasingly aggressive.Oh, as a quick FYI: I won't be blogging this weekend - a multitude of exciting people, places, things and whatever other nouns exist will be going on, and sometimes you just have to roll with it, y'know? But (and you will learn with me that there is virtually always a consequential 'but' to any statement I make) G and I are getting some really super exciting and fabulous photographs in the vault for next week, so be sure to come back on Monday and check them out, read whatever outrageousness I've come up with by then, etc.

If there's not a post, however, know that I did not in fact call the tailor today and the Burberry attacked me in my sleep...and um, call the cops I guess?

Wearing

T-shirt: Uniqlo

Jeans: Rock & Republic

Shoes: Nine West