Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander Wang, Ally McBeal, Fashion, Fur Haiku, Haircut
I’ve had the photos to come for a while. I just don’t really have anything to say… Okay, that’s not entirely true for all of you out there rejoicing over my silence. I just mean that all I can think to talk about is Ally McBeal, and the dancing baby episodes have begun so I’m going to have a hard time discussing anything but. Dancing baby! Uga-chucka, girl you just don’t realize… I remember the dancing baby from way back when our (Your? My? Whatever.) parents watched this show and it was so cool to see a cartoon on an adult show. Or at least that’s what I remember thinking about Ally McBeal, the show has a lot of sexy scenes, your memory may be less innocent.
Anyway, the photos. I have a bit of a stronger grasp on how to contain my hair than I did when my trusty photog took these pictures, but the haircut and I are still on thin ice. (Very thin, haircut.) Now, a haiku for the weather (it was going to be an ode, but I am lazy):
Oh, right. The post’s title. Ally McBeal. Or the song “Short People” by Randy Newman. But if I know anything about Randy, and I don’t, McBeal‘s better. The song erupts at the end of a eulogy for a man who ‘disliked’ short people, Tila will have them singing “People-wearing-Ed-Hardy got no reason…” at my final goodbye. Enough of me being a hater, now could be your turn:
Alexander Wang boots, Wilfred top, I got the fur from my mama, jewelry: David Yurman, Giuseppe Zanotti, Tiffany & Co., Chanel, and vintage.
Filed under: Fashion, Misc. | Tags: Coco Chanel, Etsy, Fashion, Hair, Idol, Liz Lemon
But that certainly does not mean I should. Where am I going with this? My hair has been cut. For the first time in over a year (it was getting a bit too hippie-esque). Anyway, I went way too far. My hairdresser also went way too far when she made the lone decision to chop my bangs off. I asked for a long bang, and would’ve loved a heads up before I looked up and saw my short little baby bangs, but alas… You know those hairdresser bangs? You definitely do. They’re short, and jagged, and edgy (although I obviously disagree, hello italics), anyway whatever they are they only work in haircut magazines, or haircut photo shoots; somewhere where ‘piecey’ cropped bangs look almost cool and not completely ridiculous. (You guessed it, mine look completely ridiculous.)
Tila was dying of laughter as I explained all the facets of my worst haircut to date (WORST), and even a Dove commercial caught me (again, while I was on the elliptical…stop laughing). Dove told me more than 50% of girls/women avoid social situations because of their appearance. I suppose right now I’m going against everything that started this blog, but never once did I discuss hair. Is hair different? Should I say screw it and rock my Liz-Lemon-Dealbreakers-era haircut? Probably. But suck it, I’m going to be self-conscious about this one thing, OKAY. Look to decapitated pictures or, as I pitched to my handy sidekick, “I can use Photoshop now, let’s just put your head on my body for the next month.” She’s not keen.
On to better and brighter haircuts:
These t-shirts are printed by my friend, Nathalie, from Queen’s. She’s just opened up a store on Etsy where she’s selling them. She’s really cool, like, super cool. Just one of those people who came out of the womb cool and never had to work at being cool like the rest of us suckers. Cool.
I love the look of the huge print on the t-shirts, it looks almost abstract, but you can still support your idol without it being too “graphic tee-y”. Another cool thing? She takes requests. I obviously jumped in with a flurry of old school designer names, and I’m very excited to see the upcoming Roger Vivier and Yves Saint Laurent ones. Who am I thinking of next? My short-haired idols of course: Liz Lemon and Ally McBeal.
P.S. Note the Coco Chanel tee has metallic foil for the ember of her cigarette, how slick would that look with some too-high heels, and blazer! (No pants obviously.)
Check it out: Print My Idol.
All for now, back to the domestic dispute with my fringe.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Britney Spears, Fashion, Jewelry, Perez Hilton, Tom Binns
Well I “LOL-ed” when I came up with that title, even if you didn’t. (I’m still “LOL-ing”…”LOLzing”…”LOL-ZING”?)
Picture this: I’m on an elliptical (stop laughing), I’m rocking out to Britney Spears (really, stop), and what do I see gracing the chest of the once bald and babysat popstar? One of Tom Binns most gorgeous creations that I have only ever indulged in during my spontaneous collage making. I know a lot of people like Brit, and I don’t really have anything against her, but since when is Britney Spears a fashion icon? Because if that’s what they’re trying to push, it ain’t working. Perhaps that’s a bit harsh. And I realize neon is kind of her thing, but this is the only form of neon I find acceptable, why must she ruin it for me?
To think Tila, an avid reader of Mr. Perez’s work, and a less avid listener of me, did not inform me of this Binns-phemy (LOL-ZING). I will say this though, it got me browsing online for the oh so pricey goodies, where I found my new (and yes, oh so pricey) favourite:
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: American Apparel, Aritzia, Fashion, Jeffrey Campbell, Lita, The Sartorialist
Those damn Jeffrey Campbell boots are everywhere…I know. I was firmly against them until this:
I’ll be nice, I’ll give you the link to the actual happenings. The happenings: he shoots blogger, comments blogger is curvy, obviously the word “curvy” creates insta-controversy, but what I gathered is that The Sartorialist liked that the weight of the shoes are balanced against her (slightly) thicker (curvier) legs. My legs are thick, or curvy, or what have you, so with that I found my ideal pair of the Lita boots (ALL BLACK) and here we are today.
Notes: My photographer/#1-fan/Tila has been badgering me to list my outfits. I just don’t think the items’ brands are particularly important, but fine.
Jeffrey Campbell Lita Fur boots, shirt from Mendocino, American Apparel skirt, Talula hat and vintage jewelry.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander Wang, CTV, Fashion, Fashion Magazine, I wear black, LGFW, Toronto
I do. And lots of it. In my last packing installment I had all my clothes laid out on my bed and besides the two tan items and one gray item, the entire spectrum was black. For Miami. Black skirt, black bikini, black oversized/drapey thing numbers 1, 2, 3 (and 4); it was all black down to my first ‘cool person’ sun hat. But aside from packing, and if you know me even a bit, you know that the colour black is as essential to me as my puffer. That’s right, I have a puffer. Besides I was tired of speaking my pretentious french every time someone asked me what my blog is called. I have to defend myself most days for my faux-goth ways, so why not save myself some breath and name the blog after what is most obvious about my fashion choices: I wear black.
Back to business: did you see my last post? I don’t care either way, just look at this! Yup, those are my hands. And my ring. And my bedazzled phone. To think it all started with much picture-taking of the AWANG shoes (Cat can vouch for me, we were just sitting and talking as the photographer, Lewis Mirrett, snapped away) and now my digits are making their name in the world.
It’s actually not the first time my supreme phone-holding-fake-texting skills have helped me make a name for myself. Who watches CTV at 6am over the summer?
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander Wang, Blue Jays, Fashion, JBrand, Julia Sheasgreen, LGFW, Topshop, Toronto
In my last day of freedom (both from doctor’s offices and before the new term starts on Monday) I decided to dress up and hit up Toronto in it’s last day of LGFW. Factor in far too much walking in heels, cluelessly (it’s a word now) searching for the photos snapped of me for this blog post and throwing our well-dressed slash over-dressed selves into a vat of drunken baseball fans, I would say the day was a complete success all bumps aside. Or lumps.
We needed a break from hoofing it all day…so we accidentally dressed up alike, and I added the furs (coordinated to our skirts if you notice). One would think the Greek food delivery girl would’ve had more to say as we bounced down the hall to where she was waiting. We’re cray-cray old ladies.
Alexander Wang shoes, Topshop shirt, Wilfred blazer, JBrand jeans, Oliver Peoples sunglasses, vintage jewelry.