Sexxxual Confessions Featuring Denim on Denim

And from then on their TREND-scending love was proclaimed. Show your support this fall for free love in fashion and get your denim on denim...on. Don't hate, copulate.

Who knew that sexual metaphors could be so wearable?

Jean Jacket - Vintage | Mesh Sweat Shirt - Vintage | White Top - Complex Geometries | Jeans - Guess? | Boots - Topshop

And in the spirit of taking risks in the closet,  I wouldn't be surprised if this were the beginning of a regular feature. Look forward to such conversation anecdotes as: "I want you in my pants," said my loins to the cotton/bamboo thermal underwear.

And in vaguely relevant updates, I give you "Platonic Love" c/o my mom and I.

Happy Weekend. And for more time-wasters, click it.

HYPE em' up style

I grant you permission.

Negotiating Neon

Excuse me while I stand on my imaginary pedestal of L.E.D. lit self-righteousness, but I hated each and every one of you who wore neon anything this past summer, you obnoxious attention-seekers, you. 

The bright orange nails, those goddamn trendy satchel bags available in any visually offending fluorescent hue available to Pantone-kind, and every blonde who dyed her hair pink because apparently, your genetically-predisposed VIP pass for fun just isn't enough and you had to go rub it in every wanting brunette's face by making your head look like the aftermath of a Hello Kitty-themed Sweet-Sixteen slumber party.

Anyways, my metaphorical period ended, I stopped taking extra-strength Advil (one is NEVER enough) and as the weather starts sucking on a continuous basis, I have rectified my aforementioned hostility with the neon colour palette and welcomed it into my wardrobe to counteract the death-sentence that is a looming Montreal winter.

Black Top: Vintage | White Mesh Pullover: Vintage | Lime Mesh Sweater: Genevieve Savard | Leather Jacket: Only NYC | Blue Shorts: New Balance | Bag: Topshop Vintage | Creeper Boots: Alexander Wang

And now I am content in the self-proclaimed irony of my electric blue hot pants. This winter, your retinas are in for it. Just. You. Wait.

Currently Craving: Clunky Funky Footwear

Ladies: there is nothing like a hefty clunker on your feet to convert your walk from a graceful gait to a waddling traipse and thus inspire sexual urges of the most XXX-rated kind in the minds of men, women, heck, even garden gnomes. And by sexual urges, I'm sure you recognized my outright sarcasm and understood that this was code for absolute revulsion.

But Spring is here and with it comes new trends, and although I am never one to occupy a trend's cheering section, I will compromise if that trend makes me look substantially weirder.

Cue the funny footwear. And cue the stares and snickers (and not the delicious chocolate kind). I embrace it all however. 

Now what's say you? Join me this summer season in dressing our feet to mimic cement blocks? There is no greater gesture of love. Except this.

A. Wang...obviously

Unique by Topshop

Marques Almeida via Opening Ceremony

More Wang

Some gladiator goodness from Michael Kors