Filed under: Fashion, Misc. | Tags: Bloor, Candy, Chaos, Clutch, Coat, Collaboration, Contest, Designer, Down, Duvet, Exclusive, Fashion, Fur, H&M, Jodie Foster, Maison Martin Margiela, Margiela, MMM, November 15th, Pre-Shop, Purse, She Does The City, Shopping, Toronto, War, Wrapper
Thanks to the ladies at She Does The City I won entrance into the pre-shop for the highly coveted Margiela collection at H&M the night before it opened to the public this morning at 8 am. Had I not been awarded the best award of all awards allowing my passage through the doors of the Bloor Street H&M into ‘MMMHeaven’ last night, you know I would’ve awoken at the crack of dawn and stood in line with my fellow ‘MMMHeads’ — and I’m sure these very specific fangirl terms I just made up will soon catch on, you’ll see. I thought maybe because it was a pre-shop that the atmosphere would be more relaxed than the chaos I was sure would ensue the next morning, but now I see the naivety in such thinking.
We arrived early expecting to wait in line, and found one that went around the block, but it started moving quickly so we devised our scheme to divide and conquer. Another line that looped around the store’s main level was waiting for us inside. One by one crazed shoppers walked as fast as they could up the escalator, because running is gauche, and as we moved around we looked up to see a lucky lady who had grabbed every single glossy candy wrapper clutch. I heard women all around me sigh with loss as she stacked those purses under her arm and walked off; we all knew that look, that determination: they were hers now. (While there was a limit of four per type of item, everyone came with a +1 so it was easy to sidestep that rule.)
We had four in our group, but it was everyone for themselves on the second floor.
As we turned the corner to face the front of the store where the merchandise was grouped, all we saw was a sea of bodies. The area had been open for about five minutes and already most of it was in huge piles in people’s arms. Not one of us in the gang spoke or even looked at each other, we just dispersed. Ducking down with what I’ll call ‘torpedo theory’ thinking that if I made myself more compact and led with my head I’d be able to weave through the crowd, I went straight to the coats wanting to find the most enormous of anything before some trendy competition grabbed it. I did quite well climbing through racks and saying “sorry” compulsively to trick people into thinking I was polite and not a blood-hungry Margiela fiend, but I hadn’t found an available duvet coat and if anything I had to try on that coat.
Christianne and I met back in line — she had grabbed the last pair of oversized jeans, I stared at her jealously. As we waited, and patiently at that might I add, Christianne taking on the role of pseudo-mother as I’ve mentioned she’s wont to do asked a sales associate if there was any way I could just try on one of the down coats. Obviously there wasn’t anything she could do, but I was just grateful that Christianne asked, what a gal! We went in, tried on, made out like bandits, and then I realized I was missing a certain furry part of my personality. The grey vintage fur I had walked in with was no longer on my shoulders. We had our first casualty.
It all meant nothing if that fur was gone! It was such a find! I started yelling out to anyone who would listen about my lost baby — sorry, fur. Scampering around like Jodie Foster in Flightplan, I finally saw it draped over the arm of another sales associate who I hugged, maybe cried a bit on, and of course thanked profusely. In the flurry of losing something I already owned, I had missed out on my chance at getting my hands on what had drawn me here originally, that damn coat. Someone had put one back, but I watched a woman quicker and less hysterical than I grab it and walk off. I happened to be standing right behind this woman when I reclaimed my fur, and she had turned her back on the down garment. So I snatched it. And it looked horrible on me. And then I realized they were now hanging up all over the place, so there went that dream.
Downstairs I snagged a pair of oversized jeans hanging by the dressing rooms and the two of us, survivors, looked for our lost members. One was in line to pay, the other, Emily, didn’t make it. I hear she went down like a pro though, taking many flutes of champagne with her — in other words the frenzy wasn’t worth it for her, but free booze is always grand. Christianne and I joined our fellow survivor, Adam, in line as we compared our spoils of war. Adam had a white box. All the white boxes upstairs were gone, but there was one in his hands. And in inside was the one bracelet I wanted. “Where did you get that.” I didn’t ask, I demanded. I felt my warrior instinct return, it was on. He calmly replied with their location, like it was no big deal. There were more.
Then we all calmed down, or I did, and my war hero went up and grabbed me my own watch strap bangle and I saved his spot in line. When we woke up, we realized it had all been a dream.
No, not really. After paying, Christianne and I hung back to drink as a means to downplay the cost. Two women approached us, beaten down by the chaos of the second floor, and openly envied our purchases. They had seen us upstairs and knew what we had been holding onto, they would try their luck in the morning at the Eaton Centre. We shared tales of fifteen minutes earlier and the hardships endured, downed our drinks and walked out into the cold. We were both a little lighter and a little heavier, because damn those bags were heavy.
Filed under: Fashion, Misc. | Tags: Chair, collar, Colour, dinosaur, doodle, draw, elegant garage sale, Fashion, forever21, isabel marant, karen walker, Miu Miu, Necklace, Prada, rainbow thread, rhinestone, sea of shoes, sharpie, She Does The City, tatty devine, Tom Binns, Toronto, Vintage
Way back when (in 2009) I read a post over at Sea of Shoes that featured classically shaped furniture covered in canvas and drawn all over by kids. Alright, drawn all over by children, at a hospital, for charity; there was a cause. Well I found a chair for $50 over at the Elegant Garage Sale and had my own cause: to recreate that awesome Sea of Shoes chair.
It was a year before I actually started working on the project when I eagerly wrote a post about it here on this blog. I quickly ran into a problem. Not knowing any children and not really trusting any of them with my soon-to-be awesome chair I was begging my sister and friends to help me cover all the fabric in doodles. Adults can doodle for a while, but then our imagination runs out and someone threatens to scribble down a curse word and there goes that afternoon activity. Perhaps it’s needless to say that the chair sat with many a bald spot for months on end, but here I am saying (typing) it.
The chair, in all its incomplete glory, came in handy last year when I competed in BAM! - the She Does the City video contest. At the start of each video I wrote the corresponding title on the chair and it probably became the most memorable part because..who draws all over a chair? But after that, after I did not win the aforementioned contest, the chair became untouchable, almost sacred. Maybe I thought the chair was bad luck, maybe I’m just making excuses. The good news is that the chair is finally complete!
If you’re a jewelry connoisseur, comme moi, then you’ve seen the multitude of necklaces covered in rainbow thread, or the sudden over-accessibility of neon-coloured rhinestone collars — Tom Binns would be spinning in his grave, you know, if he were not alive. While I’m not necessarily jumping all over the trend (not shocking with my devotion to black) I like the idea of childhood whimsy behind it.
Rainbow thread brings me back to senior kindergarten when the coolest, most popular girl, Courtney, put rainbow thread in her running shoes and won all the boys’ fancy and clearly some of the girls’. Now my most favourite pieces reflect my childhood from my cat covered Miu Mius to my Cinderella-esque Pradas and most recently my navy and white Isabel Marants that look identical to my first pair of Spice Girls-era platform sneakers. Kitties, Disney, and Girl Power — my life as a little girl in a nutshell, now interpreted in high fashion.
Embrace your past and wear your inner-child on your neck. And maybe add a dinosaur, or two.
Filed under: Misc. | Tags: BAM!, Contest, Ketchup, Kodak, Kodak PlayTouch, Private Eye, Reality, She Does The City, Toronto, Vote
You can also: vote on your phone, vote on different computers, vote on different web browsers (Safari, Firefox, Explorer, etc.), vote on your iPad, vote on your iTouch, so many different ways to vote…
I’ve talked to a lot of people who watch the videos, but don’t vote. Let’s stop this epidemic of watching sans voting, and let’s start with you. Yes, you. I believe in you. I believe that you can watch those videos and you can vote for them! You have the power to make change happen! So vote now, and help momentarily change a foolish girl’s life.
Filed under: Misc. | Tags: BAM!, Contest, Kodak, Kodak PlayTouch, Reality, She Does The City, Snuggie, Toronto
(Definitely not, but…)
I apologize for the first time I used all caps lock self promotion, this time, and for the next two times that this will no doubt be happening. I’m pretty sure I’ve preached this enough, if you really don’t know please just scroll down – I’m very sleepy. If you don’t want to scroll down just click the link above and proceed to click “VOTE FOR HALLAE”, then vote for me, it’s just the easiest! What you’re missing right now:
Working on the third, can’t reveal the theme, but it has nothing to do with the angry mouse below (I just film in class which is where my artistic side emerges). I know, I know…filming in class is just the kookiest. Well you can call me “kooky” or just vote for my videos, I think we both know which option requires the least amount of effort.
…In case you don’t know the latter is the lazy man’s option.
A vote for me is a vote for someone you know, even if you know me just a little.
Wha-BAM! (Get it?)
Filed under: Misc. | Tags: BAM!, Contest, Kodak, Kodak PlayTouch, Reality, She Does The City, Toronto
Alright, that’s quite enough of that. But I really would appreciate a wee little vote from your laptop, or desktop, or cell phone, or all of the above (all of the above). The first theme was “…and that’s what happened”, so I went to a psychic for my first time! Ohh, intrigue. What does she reveal? Watch the video to find out. And of course watch them all because they are all really well done and every one is so different from one to the next.
I am currently working on my second video which will be posted on the site I’ve already linked to twice (twice) on Thursday, but figured I would release a “teaser” so that hopefully come the big day you’re just itching to vote! It’s a bit vague, it’s just a teaser, not a full trailer that would be against the rules, so…here it is:
I promise you, it’s pretty embarrassing. Worth a watch especially if you would like to use this video as ammo.
Filed under: Misc. | Tags: BAM!, Much Music, Reality, She Does The City, Video, VJ, Youtube
…if you must.
I’m obviously going to be talking about BAM! again because why have a blog if you’re not going to use it for self promotion? Remember…She Does the City…themed videos each week for four weeks…voting starts this Thursday… Okay, the post is right below this one – scroll.
Anyway, since our submission videos are not going to be put on the She Does the City site I asked if I could put mine on my blog and I could so I did:
I know, I’m in a towel. I know, my joke is hard to hear, see, and corny. I know, you didn’t know about that tattoo. But I like to think I’ve come leaps and bounds since my last homemade and chalk full of corn video that I made for the Much Music VJ 2.0 search and if not…laugh some more (if you must).
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: BAM!, Contest, Holt Renfrew, She Does The City, Shoes, YSL
Okay, first, let’s talk BAM.
BAM! is the online reality video series I’ll be partaking in for the next month along with three other girls for the blog She Does The City. We were each sent a Kodak PlayTouch with which we’ll each shoot four videos (one a week) which correspond with four different themes, and no more than two minutes in length per video. I am currently piecing together mine and changing things on the fly…hopefully I’ll get the hang of this by the next one, or the next, but probably the last one.
Oh, I almost forgot the most important part: YOU. That’s right, get your voting index finger ready to click lots for me! (Please.) Viewers will vote on each video and at the end of it all the girl with the most votes wins $1000. I’m not too confident about the grand (the other girls definitely have high cool factors), but I’ve got…Tila.
Trusty blog photographer Tila turned into trusty camera holder Tila. We’ve hit some bumps, and done millions of re-shoots because we’re scatterbrains and thus easily distracted (especially when Say Yes to The Dress is on), but mostly because this is fairly foreign to us. Sure, we take the random video in Disney World waiting for the bus and discussing our celebrity, but I feel like this is different…though not by much. Anyway, please vote, I’ll try my hardest not to be annoying and if I fail then I guess you can hit me or something, but not hard just enough to release a smidgen of frustration.
For now you can go to She Does The City to read our profiles and on Thursday, January 13th our first videos will be up so voting begins! Videos will always go up on Thursdays, so you should probably get out your red marker and calendar now and start circling.
For now, some super NYE pictures. It was my comfiest New Years ever, heels included, thanks to hemlines that hit my ankles. And those boots…those boots…my heart still skips a beat whenever I see them in my bedroom. Thank you, YSL and Holt Renfrew shoe sale.
And one last time: BAM!