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

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

I'm floating through a room of halls.

Wearing the colour pink is quite the rarity for me, but I could not pass up the opportunity to wear this dress last night. It was purchased at one of the bizarre dress shops on Yonge Street where literally every item is made of jersey, comes in all of the colours imaginable to mankind and is never, ever over $10. The likelihood of finding anything remotely wearable for anyone other than a streetwalker is often slim in these shops, but every once and a while my consumer impulsivity gets the better of me and I justify a purchase there by reminding myself that I am getting a new article of clothing for the same amount as I generally spend on two Grande Bolds a day.
The most messed up part of this story is that this experience actually makes me feel victorious and triumphant; whatever buyer's remorse is (I don't know because I'm pretty sure I've never felt it), it's the opposite of that...like a buyer's high.

Even though this fuschia minidress has been hanging in my closet for approximately a year, last night was the first time I've ever worn it out of the house. G and I had a meeting at a chic but grossly pretentious bar with a friend of a friend who owns a small gallery about potentially showing G's photography in the near future. And, as per usual when I have somewhere to go, I suddenly decide that I detest everything in my closet and would rather create a bonfire on the bedroom floor with all of my clothing than put on the same black smock again.

In this moment of rage/indecision/frustration/self-loathing, fuschia seemed like the best idea in the world, and I will admit that I again felt a small but consequential inner victory when complimented on it later in the evening by the $400 shoe wearing set.

^Note how extremely pleased with myself I look.

Wearing:
Dress: unknown, but it cost $4!!!
Coat: vintage
Shoes: David's
Hair clip: Target
Earrings: my own

Standing on the Shoulder of Giants...giant shoes, that is.

I saw this post on Come Thrifting With Me literally ten minutes ago and immediately fell in ridiculous, infatuation/love with the boots. They remind me of the Marc by Marc Jacobs suede ankle boots of last year and figure skates; the MJs I wanted but could not afford at the time, and the figure skates I do possess, but they are: a) highly impractical as streetwear and b) long since abandoned, as I got older and stopped considering figure skating to be a viable profession somewhere along the line.

Five minutes after seeing Come Thrifting With Me's post, these beauties are on their way to me:

Of course the black pair is sold out in every size except for 10. Speaking of which, what is it with size 10 getting all of the good shoes that are discounted? Yesterday on my pretend-I-have-money-to-spend-and-tell-the-salespeople-I-just-don't-particularly-like-anything-when-really-I-am-broke-as-shit excursion to Holt Renfrew, the one pair of Chloe strappy shoe boots left on the sale rack was in a size 10, and they were actually reasonably affordable! For a few moments I seriously considered trying them on, but luckily saved myself from that embarassment by resigning myself to the fact that having the most common shoe size (7) frequently sucks.

That being said, I am highly satisfied with the white. And, if at any point I change my mind, there's an amazing shoe repair guy I know who would maybe, possibly be capable of dying/painting them.

Yay for internet impulsivity.