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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Would you like to go to the plage with me?


                        

Last weekend I went to the beach on Toronto Island with my brother where we learnt, amongst other things, that I am a wholly disastrous and disconcerting frisbee player.

But in relevant news, my brother is a photographer and he brought out the camera and coerced me into getting all pose-y in public which was a likely contributor to the heightened level of awkwardness which did ensue between myself and passing members of said public. 

Result? The successful capturing of my welding-appropriate sunglasses, my sports-bra-turned-top which I purchased at Victoria's Secret instead of a pair of frilly underwear (substantiating my running hypothesis regarding the masculine leanings of my wardrobe preferences) and last and hopefully least, the freezing in time of my right arm in the ideal head scratching position. EN-joy. 
                           

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Sneaka a Peaka

A new blog is on the way and this past weekend creative juices were brewing and first time parents were offended as I went all indecent-exposure-at-the-park on them. Sorry folks. Danielle made me do it. 

Expect the new blog and the rest of these photos........at some point........well, just expect them.



Sunday, August 19, 2012

File this one under: Things that make rolling out of bed not so bad

Apart from confirmation of a fourth season of Arrested Development, the overdue acceptance of the relationship between socks and sandals (hey, love is love), drawstring-pants-as-real-pants, and the general existence and wide availability of ice cream, I am also currently excited about the following:


Next week, I have the amazing opportunity to be shot by Danielle Da Silva: Toronto photographer and executive director of Photographers Without Borders. Here is her most recent shoot.


Monday, August 13, 2012

When Boy Meets Girl

The preceding topic of conversation (see title) shall proceed to take place in the figurative, albeit, fashionable sense and not in the literal sense, not only due to the fact that this here is a fashion blog but mostly due to my own personal experience in which the latter never tends to go very well for me (possibly due to the former having become my everyday mantra of dress) and is therefore unworthy of discussion.
Where does that leave us?
Oh right. So, I've said it before and I'll continue to repeat myself in lieu of a general lack of writing talent writers block, I SOMETIMES LIKE TO DRESS LIKE A BOY.
Lately though, I've acquired a taste for dressing like a girl. (I know, it's weird and uncomfortable.) So then I thought one of those ground-breaking thoughts where I unite these two poles of opposition and pop out a fashion baby a.k.a. freshly born outfit and a new blog feature. It has been a productive day (or should I say reproductive?).


In this installment, Boy (baseball cap, weird Warhol sunglasses, leather backpack) meets Girl (dress, sandal clogs, jewellery) and together they look all cute and shit. Because if the literal version of this scenario can only be described as implausible at best, then the sartorial version shall be a god damn harlequin romance novella. Because I said so.




So keep in touch for more romantic romps in which Harry and Sally get to meet each other over and over and over and over... and I continue to look like a douchebag (reference: final image).

Monday, August 6, 2012

Maude Nibelungen: On Knitting, OCD, and New York City Bros


I showed up to the interview I would be giving without a pen. So, Maude Nibelungen, the Montreal-based knitwear designer, offered me hers. "But, like, make sure you give it back...because I love that pen. It's amazing to me." 

Girl's got OCD. 


She also confessed to me that she almost fought a "bro" in a bar in New York City (and then recommended I go to that bar) and that she loves cooking with alcohol. I think it noteworthy to add that there were zero rocking chairs to be found in her studio. There were, however, bright pink cuckoo clocks, a skull vase, a creepy drawing of a girl and her dog, as well as plastic flamingo wine glasses. Oh, and a shit load of yarn. I subsequently have stopped looking to fill my open calls for a role model.


She once worked in a bank. She once spent most of her time in that bank knitting. "Some girls complained." 

Before that, Maude left the tiny town of Saint-Alexandre-de-Kamouraska, (Yes, you will click on that link) population 2,050, where her grandmother taught her to knit, to study History in Quebec City. 

She has spent the last five years in Montreal, working nights and weekends, and filling up the rest of her time writing, painting, and knitting full collections that have been showcased at Montreal Fashion Week, and most recently, Le Festival Mode et Design de Montréal. She has collaborated with Ovate and Sisters of the Black Moon to date, and with only two years worth of collections realized by her knitting needles, Maude has only just begun. 

And she tells me, in regards to my own ambitions, only to go for it if it's for the right reasons. "Express yourself and be happy." 

That, I can do.



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