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 | 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.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander Wang, Boutiques.com, Cara Cheung, Fashion, Proenza Schouler, ShopStyle, Toronto, Vintage
Let’s not beat around the bush here: the blog has been at the back of my mind and I wish I felt more pressure, but alas… I’ve never really been too busy before, fairly busy, but never mandatory class attendance + actually wanting to do well on assignments busy. Who knew how tiring it was to try (even a little bit) at school? Not I. Shows, and dance, and rehearsal are tiring, but school tiring – why did no one ever warn me about it? I probably wouldn’t have listened anyway. Or skipped it. But that was the old me. The new me attends class (on time – mostly), puts a fair amount of effort into homework, takes notes, and even participates. It’s pretty weird.
But I refuse to lose a month on those archives to your left, so here we go.
The Sultan’s Tent. Belly dancing, drapey decor, little hut things which apparently we needed a reservation to sit under, but that was a silly fib. It was pretty cool, but definitely a one-time and done deal. That’s all I really have to say about it, plus some pictures.
My shorts are from Reflections Vintage & Antiques which has a “drag” room in the back covered with sequins. It’s like walking into Galinda’s (or Glinda’s) brain. I know, pretty cool. They came in a set with a matching crop top which I only wear together when I’m a certain alter ego, but we are not going to discuss that right now. You know what, I’ll save you the anticipation, that’s the first and last mention of said alter ego. They’re a weird length and definitely get stares, but what the hey, I usually reach almost 6′ in most of my too-high heels which turns quite a few heads so I might as well give them a Bermuda-short-length of patterned sparkle to stare at.
P.S. Have y’all checked out Google’s amazing new site yet? I’ve only posted it on my wall TWICE. Let’s talk Boutiques.com. If you liked ShopStyle, you’ll love Boutiques. Why? Because they actually found everything! They have scoured the net to find anything your little heart could desire (basically). Sure, sizes are hit and miss and sometimes it’s a tease, but when you find Proenza Schouler booties from Fall ’09 in a size 7.5, you fall in love with the site.
P.P.S. Yo, AWang, still waiting on these. Anytime now.
P.P.P.S. Check her out. But actually. Do you love Toronto? Do you love sparkles? Do you love dresses? You love Cara Cheung.
Filed under: Fashion, Misc. | Tags: Alexander Wang, Fashion, Jeremy Laing, Prada, Preen, Rodarte, TIFF, Toronto, Toronto Internationl Film Festival, YSL
Get it? It was originally just “Falling to Pieces”, but I saw the chance to joke it up and goodness knows I can never pass up a good (or bad…mostly bad) joke. This is somewhat TIFF Part 3, but eff it, let’s get collage-y with it, and by that I mean random. So from a bust wrist, to the flu, to messing up my hip and knee: life is great. Have you ever tried sleeping through the night while fever dreams attack you and your entire right side is out of commission? It’s actually kind of hilarious…I had to keep changing positions due to my injuries and in my half-awake, half-asleep, nightmare-ish state my fever convinced me I was a model trying to sell my bed. Oh yeah, it was about 6:30pm. And I don’t think I sold it very well.
Moving on! TIFF Part 3 happened Tuesday, September 14 and that was the end for us; no more movies I really wanted to see. We saw a family friend’s film, “Meek’s Cutoff” which isn’t well-known, but Michelle Williams is in it along with Will Patton (“Armageddon”!) and Shirley Henderson (“Bridget Jones’ Diary”!) so that’s how I was able to get my little sister excited about it – even though I don’t think she’s ever seen either “Armageddon” or “Bridget Jones’ Diary”…I guess she humoured me. (Paul Dano was also in it, the brother from “Little Miss Sunshine”…he’s cute.) We got to be “with the film” – thank you, Anish Savjani – and when Shirley (or Bridget’s BFF) sat beside my sister and then Will sat right behind us…okay, I know someone other than myself must be a fan of both these films. And I mean “I’ve seen this movie so many times and it still makes me emotional” kind of fan. Okay, now imagine both those soundtracks together, meeting above my head – mind-blowing. And that, friends, is what was going through my mind. Odd? Perhaps, but imagine it happening with two movies you actually love, exactly, don’t be hating. The movie was quite good, a bit much for my sister who was inching for her blackberry the whole time and probably would’ve reached it had I not anticipated her every bb-aimed move, but she’s 15 and doesn’t count. It was slow to start and took some effort to get involved in, but once you made it past that it was a very tight and small ensemble, relationships were well done and it’s refreshing to see a film that really relied on its’ actors. It definitely attracts a niche audience, and if you are in that niche (you know who you are) it’s worth seeing. I’m afraid I didn’t take any pictures of the event or with any of the actors (as much as I was dying to), but we were “with” them and I wanted to seem cool and not like myself who is far from. But I got to wear a pair of YSLs that have such a scary heel I had been too scared to wear them until there came an event where I knew I wouldn’t be walking or standing much, so just perfect.
Alright, fashion lately – loved going through all the photos that keep popping up on Twitter. In the collections I liked the most there were a lot of longer hemlines, lots o’ waists, and draping! A fitted waist and a longer hemline looks great on most body types (including mine) and I’m always a fan of draping due to its chic hiding abilities for when I need it. But whenever I look at pictures of runway shows I always look at one thing first: shoes. Who won? Pretty obvious. Alexander Wang. In my eyes, he can do no wrong. There’s a bit of controversy over him not really being a true “designer”, but arguments like that are ridiculous. I saw the pictures, I liked, I zoomed in on shoes, I choked on my Diet Coke – I think that means success. I also really liked the shoes at Rodarte and Prada although I disagree with the hubbub over Prada’s show overall – the clothes…not so much.
I did really like the clothes at Alexander Wang (of course), Jeremy Laing and Preen. And the gold lips and gold accents at Rodarte looked great, but I’m keeping the list short for now. Maybe when I’m a millionaire I’ll have a longer list, but for now I’ll ohh and ahh at a condensed list of the “essentials”.
What I do find a bit odd is that up until the various fashion weeks started all the fashion magazines were tweeting about plus size models from Crystal Renn’s obvious weight loss to plus size models outshining “regular” (lack of a better word) models, but I didn’t see any of that come the shows. There are separate shows for plus size (woo?), but I was watching a repeat of Project Runway last night in which the designers had real women as their models and most were freaking out and claiming it wouldn’t be possible to make the dresses in the time allotted due to their sizes. Aha. The issue. I’m not sure how to offer a solution to this, and maybe I’m a bit slow, but for some reason I never saw the face of blame as that of the designer, I always just assumed it was whomever took charge as the designer is just the creativity that goes into the collection. Something to mull over.
Filed under: Fashion, Misc. | Tags: Alexander McQueen, Alexander Wang, Antonio Banderas, Casey Affleck, Fashion, Film, Hayden Christensen, Jimmy Choo, Joaquin Phoenix, TIFF, Toronto, Toronto Internationl Film Festival, Ugg, Woody Allen
Thanks to some more same-day tickets, Tila and I were lucky enough to get tickets to the premieres of “You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger” and “Vanishing on 7th Street”. And thanks to a nice break between the two were able to have real dinner and take real photos! The break was actually a bit too long so ‘real photos’ turned into extended-photo-shoot-please-no-more, but with my posing skills it’s always better to take a million because then we don’t end up with a lone photo in which I look like a sparkly hobo.
“You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger” was directed by Woody Allen and starred a bunch o’ people; click the poster. It was a very typical Woody Allen film so it was good, but started to drag closer to the end and then didn’t really have an ending (little did I know this was to be theme of our films for tonight). No Antonio, which was very sad and no Naomi Watts which wasn’t as sad – sorry, Naomi. It was pretty cool to hear Woody Allen speak and joke about his celebrity and seeing Anthony Hopkins blush at his standing ovation entrance so moments like that alone are reason enough to want to see films at the TIFF. Freida Pinto was wearing a beautiful McQueen dress and Dev Patel sat in the audience with her which were exciting moments for Tila and me – yes, a nice dress is an exciting moment. Lots of fun moments to report, not much more to say about the film. The actors were great as expected, the narration and music was fun, and Antonio Banderas is a sexy, sexy beast. Then in a move to beat the crowds trying to exit the theatre that were either at a complete stand still or taking tiny little baby steps towards the exits we slipped out the front doors, walked the opposite way down the red carpet now lined with cameras expecting the next film. We only got caught at the end because Tila wanted to wait at the entrance for the next cast and director of the following movie to arrive when we found ourselves outside in the circle of volunteers with linked arms for the security of the actors to come. Way to be smooth.
“Vanishing on 7th Street” starred Hayden Christensen and Thandie Newton. It was weird and scary especially sitting as close as we were. But it also didn’t have an ending. I know it leaves it open to blah, blah, blah, but I’m old-fashioned and I like legit endings…please and thank you. It was pretty weird, but with horror movies/thrillers being what they are lately, weird is appreciated. It was a lot like a zombie or apocalyptic movie, but with a villain we’d never seen before. I think it’s because I was looking for the villain that I was upset about the lack of a concrete ending. In zombie movies we know it’s some disease or what have you and the zombies are the issue and in apocalypse movies I think it’s pretty clear, but this movie was just full of constant questions. I did like it despite my grumbles about the ending and Hayden Christensen and the man we suspect is his brother are dreamy. Celebrity or not I always like staring at dreamy men, so I’ll take it!
Otherwise I treated myself to a large beer in a stupid glass, Tila and I discovered her outdoor patio and its usefulness in watching the people in the pool area, and my top becomes see through. It is not see through in real life, it’s the flash, I swear. I went a bit more “casual” (Alexander Wang loafer wedges + pants) , it was a Sunday after all, but from our seat in the front balcony at the first film I couldn’t help but think that my overly sparkly top half must have been distracting someone…or multiple someones.
One more TIFF post. By TIFF night #3 I had mastered getting pictures of the outfit and lost all skill in actually documenting the event, words will have to do.
P.S. Ugg + Jimmy Choo? Yes, please.
P.P.S. Alexander Wang shoes S/S 2011? Yes, yes, please.
P.P.P.S. Casey Affleck didn’t hold out long, he revealed this past Friday that “I’m Still Here” wasn’t a real documentary. Having seen it, going back and forth with myself over whether it was real or not and now knowing this…it’s brilliant. Well done, Casey Affleck and Joaquin Phoenix, but especially Joaquin. Now I most definitely have to see it again.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander Wang, Chanel, Delettrez, Fairground, Fashion, Ineke Otte, Jeffrey Campbell, Mandy Coon, Tom Binns
Today I heard on TV that consuming is fine, it’s when it becomes over-consumption that we get stuck in endless circles of wanting which leaves us feeling unhappy. Well, no object has ever made me feel unhappy (except that one time a pair of them twisted my ankle, the devils) so I’m just going to continue with this post then skip in a field of daisies surrounded by my stuff. Singing. Moving on… I’ve been watching too much of the History Channel, I needed a break, I love Picnik, I did this:
Not my greatest creation, but my collage program is hard to use if you don’t get lucky and have pictures that magically work together. Nothing will ever beat Paint on Windows…the only part of my old Sony laptop (so humorously named “PinkTaco” cause she was pink and it’s a laptop – figure it out) that I miss. You can figure out that this is a wish list, I intend to wear the sandals with tights, ya know, should I acquire them. They’d just make me so tall! Scary tall! Awesome. The rest is pretty weather appropriate for the coming months so no explanation needed. Of course good ol’ Tom Binns makes another appearance now that the pieces of his I actually like are available online; thank you, Luisaviaroma and Net-a-Porter. Alright, back to neck straining chair drawing and the History Channel.
I’m not usually big on acronyms or abbreviations (minus “obvi” and “def”…I’m still human), but Alexander Wang brings it out of me, mostly because I wish my name could be transformed into something that looks as cool as: AWANG. Mine would be…HKHOS. Mine kind of looks like a disease, or a global organization that’s secretly (or not so secretly) corrupt and therefore evil. Yup, sounds about right.
Moving on, AWANG was at HR (Holt Renfrew, not Human Resources) and ‘obvi’ myself and a bunch of wannabe bloggers grabbed our greatest and darkest and dashed on over. Just so you know, when I say “darkest” I am referring to clothing and it is not in any way linking back to the evil mentioned earlier. I actually wrote a blog post all about Wang, his Holt’s visit and his designs elsewhere which you can read here so I don’t have to work any harder than I have to; God knows blog writing is tough. I was joined by my fabulous friend, Cat. We went to school together then she went off to become a make-up artist supreme, which she most definitely is. Even before she became pro her make-up was always amazing, she has some serious skillz. Yes, skillz.
The meeting. Time started moving slower as we approached Alexander (or Alex as we, his BFFs, now call him), it’s as if the world knew that this was a moment to be savoured. My body froze up, I had to concentrate on moving one heavy wedge wearing foot before the other. My breathing quickened, I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and then I heard the words I had been aching to hear “Hi.” …Okay, it was nothing like that. But maybe it was and I was too delirious to remember…okay, that’s not true either. Cat went up and stood on the left which was a big change as everyone stood on the right, but she wanted to show her good side, and who doesn’t? I stood on the right when I went up, because I’m a sheep. We each took each others’ picture, I slipped in a “P.S. The new boots are fabulous!” cause I’m suave like that and then it was over. Things we did get to see: he took off his sweater to an eyeful of tummy and Calvin Klein tighty whities, and he practically ran into Cat in the shoe section when he was going to the washroom. Hello!
As you can see we had a bit of a photo shoot after Alexander Wang had left, but who can expect any less when a tent is set up with a TV inside? Our story? Models at fashion week. I think it comes across crystal clear. And when I say “My boots” I do mean it; coming to a blog near you this October!
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Alexander McQueen, Alexander Wang, Chanel, DSquared, Gabrielle Marina Gonzalez, Louboutin, Shoes, YSL
It’s raining. I’m supposed to be reading. …I’m not. My ankle is mostly healed, so this means many pictures to come because I’m no longer in a no-heel-wearing-induced-depression. But for now…I spent far too long making this (and it maybe got a bit out of hand):