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Musing: the $10,000+ designer bag

In culture, Fashion on February 10, 2012 at 1:55 pm

Up early and in need of ideas, I read an old issue of Sunday Times Style from my archive. The issue, a spring 2012 fashion week round-up, was nothing I hadn’t read before, but I came to a page I’m surprised I hadn’t noticed. A group of editors gave their verdicts on ‘it’ bags of the moment: satchels, clutches, Middy bags (those loved by the Middleton sisters) and, to my surprise, the super bag. What is that? Well, judging by the title, it ain’t hard to tell.

At least I respect the linage and craftsmanship of the Birkin bag.


I’m not talking of the mythical Hermès Birkin bag (I say that because it’s virtually impossible to get), but these brands by celebrities-turned-designers who believe a tiny bit of clout is reason for an atrociously priced piece of luxe. As if. Some established designers also revel in the liberties. Take a $16,900 (USD) Croc Small Tomodachi Bowling bag by Zagliani. Zagli who? Or the $21,580 Namaste Big Hobo by Valextra. Valex what? I suppose that’s the point. Never mind that they resemble something I probably passed walking past the dump of accessory racks at marked-down department store Winners. As for the Olsen twins – owners of the coveted The Row brand – and their Python Tall Day Tote for $19,000 (USD), ladies, you make beautiful stuff, I’ll give you that, but you’re not Chanel. Oh! And yes, Ms. Posh Spice with her Alligator Victoria bag for $25,776 (USD). And society wants to get down on rappers for wearing diamonds in their mouths?



Kanye West and his diamond encrusted teeth. Which one’s worse?

These bags are the equivalent to cougars with too much botox and collagen injections. Yes, I say this because they are. To be honest, though I am a fan of real fur – which I wear for warmth – the idea of wearing a crocodile on my shoulder seems absurd. Actually, a little climatic story, I bought a vintage fox fur scarf from e-Bay. vintage, from the 1950s. I wore it on the tube. This woman sits beside me and says ‘Poor thing’ in this patronizing manner. I snap back ‘oh so poor’. She says ‘I suppose it’s too late now.’ First of all, wench, my fox fur vintage stole costs about as much as a new pair of sneakers. And yes, my vintage furs, which I would only ever buy, are doing just fine. Fresh new animals? No. Never.

Back to the current issue at hand. All that would be missing is a leopard print one piece and Sergio Rossi heels. To say it’s offensive is mildly put. This exorbitant price is the cost of someone’s yearly wage in a first world country.  It’s tuition fees. It’s a down payment on a mortgage. Why, on this earth, should I pay this ludicrous price for something that depreciates in value once you make the purchase. Not like I don’t swoon over a couture concoction, that’s my job. But there’s a reason fashion is a fantasy. The problem is when it becomes a reality. Animals are killed, labour inflation, 1000 per cent mark-up all so can prove your place within an elite society.

Victoria was tired of spending money on the Birkin, so she made one herself.

You know, I was thinking I’d rather wear diamonds in my mouth. But then again, with the exploitation and corruption of people and resources – i.e., Africa – for that rubbish, it doesn’t fare any better.


One of the editors concluded (after barely being able to use it) that for  Beckham’s retail price, the bag had better rub her feet and sing her to sleep. If you ask me, the bag had better be lined in 24 carat gold and come with Ms. Beckham herself. Non-negotiable.

Heart of a panther

In culture on October 16, 2011 at 4:38 pm

It’s been so long I had no idea how to begin. It has been months. Tumultuous is, for the most part, a complete understatement. I’ve hit the pits, been elevated and reached a plateau. Much prefer the latter, to be honest. At least that way, there’s a routine which brings piece of mind. Stability. And through it all – the highs, the painful and the lows – I’ve learned to be extremely grateful. Especially when being hit with riots, a financial black hole that is the UK and continuous threats of a ‘double-dip’ recession. Factors that flash back to memories of 2008 when I just about thought London was one of the worst cities in the world.

I have a good job. I work with great people. I’m in fashion. And I’ve almost taken it all for granted. I’ve had to slap myself silly. Because London is not the type of place you want as an enemy. I think I’ll be okay. But I have felt lost. You know, thoughts of wanting more which leads to feelings of emptiness. With that I learned to write down goals (not something I haven’t done many-a-times before) which filled a void. But I also had to answer some serious questions. Karrine Steffans, author of ‘Confessions of a video vixen’ said she doesn’t believe in dreams. She sets goal. That statement couldn’t be more accurate. I don’t believe in goals either. Whenever I wanted something, I always found a way to make it happen. I wanted to live in London, and I wanted to write about fashion. Well done. Pat on the back. More than a lot of people in this bloody country can say for themselves despite thousands of pounds invested in education, internships and ass-kissing. Have I done it all in stride and style? Sometimes. But I’m still hear. And the more I just do me, the more that doors open, even if only a crack.

So, I guess this means I’m back.

Musing: 500byGucci

In culture, designer, style on July 5, 2011 at 5:03 pm


Gucci’s Frida Giannini is honing her automotive design skills. The creative director has helped to thrust the fashion house into a whole new hemisphere by teaming with Fiat’s Centro Stile to release the 500byGucci: a limited-edition mini coop.

The collaboration was presented during opening day of Milan Fashion Week as well as at the Geneva International Auto Show that took place in March. The editions come in black and white, and are embellished with Gucci’s signature red and green stripes. What’s even better is that the car will be available exclusively online.

I once owned a Gucci bag, many years ago. And though my taste has become more refined, I notice that through Frida’s direction, is becoming a lot more sophisticated, as demonstrated here. This collaboration is to celebrate both the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy and Gucci’s 90th anniversary – both being monumental and emblematic to Italy’s identity.

Retailing at £14,565 OTR for the 1.2 litre while the award-winning 0.9 litre TwinAir, is priced at £15,765 OTR this is certainly an investment. But if you’re passionate about luxury, and if you’re always wanted to own Gucci at in its finest moment, this is a good investment.

I have always considered Gucci to be one of the more innovative brands when it comes to implementation and creation. I can certainly see it being something rather personal. I wouldn’t drive this car during a night on the town. Quite the contrary. More like, possibly, driving the countryside, on the way to the beach. But then again, perhaps that how personal brands like this have become to me. You don’t need to show it off to the world, you need revel in the luxury.  


Fiat 500 by Gucci
Italian car

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Some Evening Sexy: Lanvin Chiffon Wool Sneakers

In culture, style, Trend, Trend Report on June 14, 2011 at 7:51 pm

Lanvin Chiffon Wool Sneakers via Highnobiety

Well, those and this super sweet Navajo camo weekender by Trussardi 1911. I know. There was a time when I updated this blog three times a day. Sometimes more. But I’m a bit busy as of late – especially since moving back to the ‘city of smoke’. And I’ve taken a bit more interest in my Tumblr Account. Y’know: expressing myself through visuals rather than just mere words. And the ‘words’ have been translating into work with other avenues.

Trussardi 1911 Navajo Camo Weekender via SlamXHype

I’m noticing more and more people adapting to the androgyny in fashion trend I’ve been talking about for a couple of years now. But when I put myself together, and really analyse my style, as much as I like men’s clothing, it doesn’t quite come across as androgynous on me. It’s probably all to do with my curves, hairstyle, make-up. To be honest, I don’t really think about it as androgynous anymore. Matter-of-fact, as I’ve said before on this blog, I’ve been wearing men’s clothes since I was a kid – my Dad’s clothing. So, I guess it’s all just ritualistic dressing for me.

I’m also starting to pick up on gimmicks. It’s an ugly word I know. But it is what it is. For some people it’s a haircut, for others it’s an article of clothing. For me, well, I don’t have one. I wonder if that’s a bad thing. I mean, as much as I love menswear, I also have a penchant for embellished accoutrements and exquisite gowns. I guess menswear is a practicality for me. A reality from the ball room gowns and dresses I wish I could wear. Though, I must admit, I don’t have any desire to walk around town as some kind of obvious fashion plate. Kudos to those who do, though.

Hey I’ve done something I’m super duper proud of (sounds corny, I know). But the thought of making an attempt to do what I have done is like, total brownie points. But I’m treading lightly with it. And when it comes together, I’m gonna share it with you all.


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Musing: Beauty

In Beauty, culture, style on June 9, 2011 at 6:50 pm

Sacha M’Baye via Beautiful Women and Men

I just wrote a piece for a magazine I hope I don’t regret. It was rather personal and entertained a fantasy I’ve been pondering for a minute. Which is funny because I always find personal essays, particularly on sex, drugs and things of this nature to be tacky.

I didn’t always used to be like this. There was a time when I had a rather ‘intimate’ blog. But times have changed. I relish inspiring people with my experiences, but I don’t want or need any favours. And I don’t consider it tasteful. But maybe I’m being a bit delusional and it’s not as bad as I think.

When I chose the topic, I kinda sorta thought it would be hard to come up with a 900 word pice on it. (And I should say that I’ve been getting a lot of long-winded commissions as of late.) But I knocked it out. Sure, it took a bit of thinking; had to (try) and come up with a cohesive argument, but as I got to writing, I saw the point I was trying to illustrate. What I will say, is it pertains to beauty. A man’s beauty, and how this plays a part in my life.

Looking back on men I’ve been involved with, non of them were 10s. By any means. Matter-of-fact, some were butt ugly. OK. Maybe not ‘butt’ but I could have done better. So now, I’ve taken a step back and decided I’d like to have a dime. Yes, I want a 10 out 10. But I don’t want a bum. I want a dime piece that can do for me. HA! I suppose that’s a long shot for most. But I mean, I’ve been on these sub-par dudes for such a long time, that it’s time to get me one that’s got it. I want tall kids. They’ll be smart,  and driven, especially with my genes. And they’ll be privileged with beauty. I mean, that’s inevitable.

I’m not saying  I want a dream. But I mean, I think it’s time to up the stakes when it comes to things I’ve compromised in the past.

So, with this article, or essay, if you will, I went with what’s considered the highest tier. That way, if he’s not particularly that thing, but he sure as hell could pass for it, then I’m good. And there’s a lot of that here, in Europe. Shoot, there’s a heck more of that here than in Toronto. I’ve heard they tend to be in New York, but I’ve been there enough to say they’re not hovering in areas in the open. That’s for sure.

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Some Givenchy Sexy

In culture, designer, style on June 9, 2011 at 12:09 pm

Givenchy Hi Top sneakers via selectism

I’ve got a serious problem. Sneakers. Quite coincidental considering I haven’t worn a single pair since moving back to London. But that’s also because I don’t own a pair of jeans at the moment. Out of all things I’ve got rid of: heels, boots, jackets, sneakers have been the hardest items to part with. Well, these Givenchy kicks don’t help much.

Givenchy Rottweiler shirt via Selectism.

I’ve got another problem. I don’t think I could make my admiration for Givenchy any more clear. Initially, I wasn’t crazy about Tisci’s Fall/Winter 2011 menswear delivery. But when paired with the high tops as seen up top, I’ve had a major change of heart.

I’m at a different stage in my life. I’m not finding my style, I know what I’m about. And my clothing reflects my mood. Superstitious people are afraid of black. Apparently it attracts ‘evil’ spirits and bad luck. I don’t know what to say about that, because it’s a staple. And, I beg to differ with regards to its negative connotations. According to Colour Wheel Pro, black “denotes strength and authority; and gives the feeling of perspective and depth.” I consider it to be the most sophisticated hue of the lot and the perfect contrast to every colour under the sun. Top it with  an angry Rottweiler, one of the most misunderstood pits of hound lot, and you’ve got a pretty fierce combination. In my so called ‘predicament’, being a lover of the unknown, and drawn to things people fear, what’s a girl to do?

Well, in my case, fundraise the money to the coveted pieces. Rock them and wear them as tokens of my strength.

Shout out to Selectism for providing the images. See more of my favourite Givenchy pieces on my TUMBLR.

Left my heart at the airport

In culture on May 30, 2011 at 3:10 pm

Oh look, I’ve been revealed. There I am, not the dashingly handsome lad leering seductively into the camera. The other one, with the gummy smile. I don’t always show that much gums, I promise. It took us a while to get that picture. Lord knows it has taken me forever to finally decide to ‘show’ my face. But it was a wonderful moment, last night. Loud music thumping, my beautiful friend starring into my eyes, assuring me everything will be okay. Along with my newfound friend looking on and sharing an expensive margarita pizza with me. I learned a lot about people. And I will be making my movements accordingly. I am not an entourage type of girl, perhaps when I was younger, but now, though I realise I cannot be the introvert I was in Toronto, I have to be extra careful considering the direction I am heading.

There are people that want to be your friend for the novelty of it. Then there are friends that are making movements that will help you, and you will help them just as much. Contrary to a lot hearsay, I have been blessed with friends in London who actually care, and are working as a collective to make things happen. Those who I have had to question, for any reason, will be kept at arm’s length. If they are new to the equation, I am open, but with caution. And then there are the ones I just get on with, my spirit takes to them, and I’ll go with the motions. This is crucial. There was something I left behind in Canada.

Something I thought I held dear to me. And it wasn’t until I finally let it go that I realise how free I felt. Now, I meet people, and I can compartmentalize. I just know where that person fits into my life, if at all. And because I trust GOD, there are people who I know I can trust completely, because of the blessing. I’m not immune to bad judgement. It gets the best of all of us. But after downing a shot of Absinthe in addition to two Jack Daniels and Cokes and not feel a damn thing, I have got to be one tough cookie.

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Life in London – Update

In culture on May 27, 2011 at 6:21 pm

Those of you that read my last post were a bit shocked. Actually, anyone I told my story to was a bit surprised. I don’t really know why. It never occurred to me to be afraid, or wary about these things. I’ve been a bit nutty for as far back as I can remember. I’ve jumped into cars with people I don’t know. Went to big cities with no where to stay. I’ve done it all. Literally. So, if I end up in a mild situation in a place I once called home anyway, it’s not that big of a deal to me. You know, I’d rather be doing that in London than nothing in Toronto. And to think, my family members tried to get me NOT to come to London. Right now, there’s no where else I’d rather be.

Which brings me to where I am now. In less than a week, I’ve been threw it all. Almost, and the good that came out of it leads me to believe there’s someone with silver wings watching over me. I’ll admit that some mandatory stuff, like mailing things, have put a dent in my pockets. But that’s been balanced out with other great things. Truth be told, I needed to be here. And it’s not as bad as it could have been. The ball just needs to keep rolling.

Oh! I found out that Jil Sander will be designing indefinitely for Uniqlo. How happy could I be?

God is good

In with the new

In culture on May 20, 2011 at 2:48 pm

converse THE WHO british flag stitch via gravity pope

I don’t really have anything to say. I tried once. It was hard. Now I’m trying again. Hello UK. The place I’ve wanted to return to for a long time. I will, however, say this:

When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters,
And when you get to talkin’ bout the greatest, I just really hope that
You’ll think of me,
I just really hope that (you’ll think of me)
I just really hope that (you’ll think of me)
‘Cause I’m trynna be unforgettable.

“Unforgettable” Drake featuring Young Jeezy

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Out with the old…

In culture, Fashion on May 20, 2011 at 1:26 pm

Supra Skate Shoes with the Canada flag via Supra on Foot

It’s about two days until I head back to the UK. Once again. New life, new start, less screw ups. Well, the latter is inevitable – I’ve experienced some royal mishaps already – but it’s good times. At least it should be.

I know where to start; not from the beginning, somewhere in the middle. You know, I remember being told, when I first moved to London, that you could create a whole new identity if you wanted. But I don’t want to do that. I’m me. I’d rather create an extension of myself.

I’m a Canadian of Caribbean heritage. I grew up in Toronto. I traveled, when I a kid, to my family’s home country – Dominica – went to the US for one month when I was 18. And never traveled again until 2008. I was 26 (I’m still in my 20s, don’t get it twisted). So, you can imagine the frustration I felt with Toronto. When I came back to Toronto in 2009, things somewhat appeared to be getting better.

But I mean, really, I don’t want to go to The Bay, or Holt Renfrew every week for a fashion event. I’m sorry, I just don’t. It’s the same old shit here. Especially when it comes to the fashion scene. Some people don’t want to rock the boat about this, but, as much as I support the organic talent in Toronto be it the designers, and the culture. The scene can be a different flex altogether. It’s in its own little orbit that’s far away from the rest of the fashion globe. Mind you, there are some brands, concepts, people that are open to new things. I’ve been very fortunate to meet a few. And I hold those few very closely to me. But I’m not going to be knocking down doors that quite frankly, just a waste of my time. And those people, places, things that have been on their high horses know exactly who and what I’m talking about.

So, I have to try to make sure this is it, you know. But before I go, here’s a little homage to the place that’s been my home. I did see a lot of beauty in you, I really did.

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