Uh Oh, Not Again...

 Now, I KNOW that I bombard you with shoes. Photos of shoes, my take on shoes, shoes I would sever a limb for (except for a leg, DUHHH). But oh Lordy, the things I would do to this shoe. It is lucky that I cannot find it for sale ANYWHERE on the web. Only photos of it on the dainty feet of Miss Fashion Squad and a mere photo with no option to buy on it's exclusive retail online shop Nelly.com. 

Now I am not one for teasing. I am short, as I have previously lamented, and I have grown (notice: play on words) to despise when wonderful things are placed out of my reach, such as cookie jars and now, these shoes!!!! Oh, the injustice.

But just think, with these steel-toed stunners on my feetsies, not only would I be prepared if I was unexpectedly thrown into a construction site and forced to lift heavy objects whose post-drop impact on my toes would cause some distasteful damage, but I would be able to stab the next person who teases me about my height with one swift upward motion of the leg. Talk about an anti-bullying campaign.

So without further adieu, I give you the brand Nowhere which apparently, takes its name very seriously and makes its products available NOWHERE. Well that's not true, check out their other pieces below. They are very available online.

Anyways, this is all just nonsense, since I am lying in bed, sick and as per usual, I have no coin in my pocket. Well I'm not even wearing pants, so pockets are irrelevant. I am poor and pants-less. Sigh.

Stop fighting the feeling. Follow me on Twitter. I say annoying things sometimes.

Ga Ga for Gabbana (Dolce too)

I have a weird rash on my neck that looks like a hickey. But it's not. 

However, I'm sure these girls and.......girls gave each other plenty of real and well-deserved hickeys  throughout the course of this photo-shoot for looking so goddamn sexalicious. 

Dolce & Gabbana F/W 2011 ad campaign.

Back Back Pack it up

 Ok, so here's the dealio. I am a full-hearted supporter of the handbag, of the boho bag, of the satchel; of the BAG. And it naturally follows that I just cannot sacrifice my bag-of-all-trades for my one-and-only backpack that I reserve only for hiking adventures, gym sweaty-sessions and other such events where I have already conceded that I WILL look like and fully assume the role of an ugly person. There are just times in life when we must lower ourselves to a level of appearance that is similar to someone whose existence, in light of Darwin's natural selection theory, remains a big fat and unfortunate mystère.

But, seriously, lately I have been feeling the urge to put on my ugly. Carrying a laptop, outlandishly heavy textbooks, food, a ziploc bag full of miscellaneous medication (still don't remember what those red pills are...) and other necessities, I suspect that my shoulder will soon droop down far enough that it will simply become an extension of my neck.

So I'm on the prooooooowwwwl. For a backpack that will offer all the comfort and amenities I would expect out of a bag, and the added bonus of not having to stock up now on clothing with built-in, XL shoulder pads for the future.

Like the fanny pack, backpacks are coming back HARD. I want every single one one of these humpbacks here.

The Row (co. MK & Ashley Olsen) This one sold out. At $35, 000 each. Fuck tuition.

Gucci

Hilla Toledano

Coco

Hoi Bo and Mjölk

Grafea

If anyone knows of any other backpacks that would satisfy my inkling for fine back-wear, hit me up!
My Twitta
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Decently Recent

What follows is a series of photos which will give u a little bit of insight into my life in the past few weeks. There was Montreal Fashion Week, where I saw some designs that were the bomb-diggity (excuse my French and/or horrendous manipulation of already established grammatical rules) and where my $200 high-heels got stolen by a thieving fashionista (yes, they are out there and they are worse than over-zealous puppy dogs with a shoe fetish). Then there was public defacing (not done by me but surely enjoyed by me), some crafty cheating methods, some food-noshing, some wine gurgling, a REALLY fat cat, the Jean-Paul Gaultier exhibit at the MMFA and a little bit of lighting food on fire in times of celebration. 

I can only hope there are more indecent spectacles and bizarre happenings to come for me in Montréal. 

Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadian kids.

Fall's Bootie Bounty

Oh, and in following with my previous post, there's also these puppies. Well, they are actually shoes. Sorry to confuse those of you who were hoping for adorable pictures of baby dogs. But let's focus, shall we? This is a fashion blog! No minuscule mutts allowed (unless they are sporting customized suede capes or  fur-trimmed booties). 

These are my newest go-to's. And guess what, they are COMFORTABLE!! I even ran after a bus in them today without shattering any bones in my ankles. But then that bus drove away without me in it and my shoes and I were very upset.

They're black and buckled and chunky-heeled to perfection. As are the following fruits of Fall 11'. Again, I hope I didn't lead anyone to anticipate photos depicting crunchy apples and freshly-picked pears. I really should stop using metaphors with so little care. These are actually Jeffrey Campbell's and Burberry Prorsum's, so...better than fruit, just not as edible.

But not much in my life is very edible anyways, seeing as how I am a financially-devoid student now, so most of my budget cuts occur in the grocery aisle, meaning I can't really afford to eat. But, as my great-great-great Aunt Shirley said, "When the going gets tough, get better shoes." (Just kidding, I made that one up. Can you tell? Didn't think so.)

Ok, I'm done now.