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Lindsay Lohan stealing things?

In Op Ed. on February 7, 2011 at 4:53 pm

Come on, Lindsay. Would you really steal a necklace? Is life really that hard? I dunno. I always figured that if you couldn’t afford something, don’t borrow it, don’t loan it, and certainly don’t steal it. Just leave it.

Shout out to CBS for providing the video

What would Hitler think of Lara Stone?

In Op Ed. on February 7, 2011 at 4:43 pm

Just some food for thought…


Lara Stone in an editorial for Vogue Paris via The Creative Boys Club

I’m sure this is what she thinks of him, though.

Lara Stone in an editorial for Vogue Paris via The Creative Boys Club

I’m a woman of little words today. But after reading a post by the clever Fashion Editor at Large, I couldn’t help but feel that, despite the rave over Stone’s heatwave, things haven’t really changed in terms of the ideal standards of beauty. In fashion, or otherwise.

The best sex is Chanel sex

In Fashion, Op Ed. on February 7, 2011 at 4:03 pm


via Refinery29

Yeah right.

Vogue Australia: The saga continues

In Fashion, Fashion Heat, Op Ed. on February 2, 2011 at 3:18 am


Images via Fashion Gone Rouge

And so it goes. I’ve been titillated with spreads from March edition of Vogue Australia. And yet, there’s still no world on it back on the block in Toronto. I know, why don’t I just get an ipad subscription? It’s environmental friendly, will save me from the ever growing pile of mags in my space. Blah, blah, blah. On top of that, I spend virtually all my time online anyway. But, despite being on the net 16 hours a day (literally). I’ve realized something: When I go into a bookstore, or mag distro place, that’s my time to hold something tangible in my hand. Like seeing my writing in print, it’s a comfort that this online world can’t give me. It’s totally ironic, but, maybe it’s comparable to people who smoke, or take up all types of other unhealthy habits.

Late at night, and early in the morning, I always take time to read my magazines. I’m laying in my bed, with the bedside light on, I have no computer in my room. No TV. Not even a listening device. It’s me, and my magazine. It’s my time to soak up this information. And in turn, it translates into the ideas that I bring to this blog, or whatever else that’s commissioned to me. And it’s something that can’t be taken away.

I’m gonna hold on to it. And, I’m gonna keep looking for that March edition of Vogue Australia – in print. That’s it.

Spotted: The fur coat

In Fashion, Op Ed., Trend, Trend Report on January 6, 2011 at 1:54 am

I’ve never had a problem with fur. Sorry. I wish I could articulate the historical benefits to you, but I don’t think I need to. The ethical treatment of the animal means keeping me warm. I have a fur coat (I got it at a thrift store, if that helps any). But I want, desperately, a floor length fur coat with a hood. Like the one Amber Rose wore with Kanye West to the Louis Vuitton fashion show back in `09. Except, I would glamourize it with the most amazing kicks, or something completely punked out. Along with some jogging pants.


Recently Kanye West made headlines for wearing fur. Surprise. Listen, as it stands, some of the most important people in fashion wear this coveted delicacy. Yes, it is. Now, that doesn’t mean that because they do, it’s a reason to wear it. But I merely brought them up (Anna Wintour, Kate Moss, and Andre Leon Talley, respectively) to raise the point that Mr. West isn’t doing anything particularly new. And I could, if I had the resources, go back even further. Back to the days when men were in caves, let alone today’s celebrity culture. And it also had me thinking something else.


When Mr. West famously wore his fur with Amber, he did to make a statement. He had a bad ass chick, and he was going to a bad ass show. Now, he’s doing bad by himself. This statement, in 2011, is him letting people know that he’s still the don. And I commend him. Besides, fur is not going anywhere, so let’s leave it at that.

I’m not giving up on fur. And neither should the people who wear it. If you like faux – do you. I don’t. So here’s to the luxurious furs of the world. I’ll go naked and wear fur. That’s all I’d need anyway. It’s as simple as that. For your simple ass.

Ms. Wintour looks so relaxed in her fur. Why not?


The King of ostentatious fashion gave me the confidence in fur.

After much scavenging, I’ve come across some coats I would wear. If I only had the money. Well, whatever, one day. Are you ready to go?


Only Lanvin could be this elegant. Black and white long hair. I love this as much as I love a pet. Actually, I love it more.

Who knew blue fur coat be so understated? The neckline, cinched waist, this coat is perfect.


My memories of brown fur coats are big, bulky and very retro. This on the other hand is very chic. Nice length, but I want it longer.


This coat is more like it. Very versatile. Beautiful hue, and foxy. Uh, right.


I’ve never been a Supra fan, but I’ve fallen in love with these 2011 Black and white editions. And they’re here, because I’d wear them with each and every coat. Thanks to Highsnobiety for sharing this one.

A Pitt out of hell

In Good Look, Men, Op Ed. on December 6, 2010 at 4:49 pm


I’d first seen Michael Pitt  play an androgynous boy-wonder in Hedwig and the Angry Itch back in 2001. But that certainly wasn’t when my fascination with him began. Oh wait, now I remember. It was when I had read a cover story in the now-defunct indie publication Mass Appeal. It was 2008, and he was starring in the utterly disturbing American-remake of Michael Haneke’s Funny Games. As far as I was concerned, he’d starred in a string of unforgettable roles, but this article convinced me to watch the film that seemed to propel some notoriety in his direction… The Dreamers.

Ah yes, The Dreamers. An über-hip hipster film set in late `60s Paris. Typical story, until incest is introduced. Along with homosexuality, innocence and ultimately, violence. But Pitt was at his best: beautiful, vulnerable, and completely vacant. And let’s not forget his bad singing courtesy of his band Pagoda. Oh, I can’t begin to imagine the drug and sex-fueled life of debauchery this man has lived. After Funny Games, which bombed at the box office, it almost seemed as though Pitt fell off. I missed him. Or, to put it correctly, I never forgot him. But with the help of his longtime compadre Steven  Buscemi and a Martin Scorsese-directed HBO series called Boardwalk Empire, it looks like Jimmy, or Mr. Pitt, has been given another chance at stardom.

Despite his poor choices when it comes to film, he has always been somewhat of a muse to the fashion world. He’s done a “fashion film,” for Yves Saint Laurent, or apart of some fashion-related project. You can’t help but wonder if this stems from the school of actors of the early `00s. The spill over of the grunge movement. A sea of beautiful – and in some ways depleted – and shallow actors who sat front-row at fashion weeks around the world, dated models, and made more money modeling despite the fact that their passion was for acting. They made the covers of Rolling Stone, they did countless independent films, they ran in troves and they were marvelous.

Mr. Pitt has been forced – in my opinion – into a very grown up place right now. But that mentality, the one that made him so beloved still remains. He’s not a modern James Dean, but had Warhol been alive, I don’t doubt he’d be a quintessential Factory boy.

Mr. Pitt has the potential to become iconic. And I say that earnestly. It will be interesting to see the direction his career takes the second time around.

Fashion Heat: Cupcakes

In culture, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Op Ed. on June 14, 2010 at 1:31 am

There’s a new seductress in town. She’s got a body like Jessica Rabbit, and for the record, no, she’s out not for your man (well, maybe, if he’s into that kinda thing), she’s out for you. She’s enthralling to look at, so look away you must – quickly. You see, if she catches your eye, there’s no turning back. She’s a femme fatale that’ll make you fall in love, and it’s dangerous, because before you know it, it’ll be endless romps with you, she and your favorite book, TV show, whatever. And it won’t be pretty – particularly when jogging pants and hoodies become your preferred outfit of choice. She’s a sumptuous womaneater that’ll keep you coming back for more. She is, respectively, the sickeningly sweet, fluffy, cupcake.


Women all over are diving headfirst into the world of cupcake making. In December `09, British Vogue ran a lengthy cover story on its rise to superstardom that featured supermodel-turned-Pastry extraordinaire Lorraine Pascale, and Peggy Porschen, a cupcake connoisseur and her book, Pretty Party Cakes.

For the record, while I’ve always said I can cook (well, there was a time when I made decent efforts to. I think I was madly in love then), the idea of baking never appealed to me. Me? bake? cupcakes? But when I looked to the end of the magazine – the ‘advertising feature’ – had not one, but two pages of pastry shops with an layout of the treats. Cupcakes by Charley, Cupcake-a-licious (ripped from Destiny’s Child’s Bootylicious), Yummy Days, Cupcakes by Design (sounds architectural, doesn’t it), and simply, Fancie.


While I found it all to be quite fascinating, it was, at the same time, overwhelming. But what I learned, which is new to me, is that baking is empowering. Not just cooking. And I don’t quite think it’s purely about the aesthetic of a pretty cupcake, either. Well, maybe a big chunk of it, as most people like beautiful things. Let alone beautiful things you can eat.

Cupcakes are the new black! They’re fashionable, amazing gift ideas (well, I’d certainly be happy with them) and perfect for an evening  soirée with friends. You might say no to desert, but I can attest, if those cupcakes are sitting there, staring at you, you won’t be able to resist the idea of having, you know, just a slice.

Fashion Editors suck

In Fashion, Op Ed., Out vs. IN on May 22, 2010 at 3:16 pm

Just kidding. You liked that didn’t you… (wink).

I’ve noticed that fashion magazines – particularly Canadian ones – have a knack for enticing readers into the glamorous world of an Editor’s closet with the phrase “Shop Like a Fashion Editor”. Oh you know, they strut into their quarters head-to-toe in RTW, and scour the country for first-rate finds you don’t have access to because , unfortunately, you are not one of them. Not that there’s anything wrong with that – it’s just cliché, and not true. Fashion Editors, and I say this from experience, are probably the most understated people. Sure, there’s some over-the-top ones, but for the most part,  low-key is what makes the good ones so talented. Besides, this isn’t the 1950s,you’re not deprived; you have access to big cities (if you don’t already live in one), television, public and private transport – the world is virtually yours.

Lets not say fashion editors in general, there’s a difference, but good Market Editors are on point with  trends. And that’s because after dozens of store openings and countless appointments, what makes the pages are considered (in their opinion) the choice of the month. They don’t have access to anything over you – it’s their job. Simple. I read a lot of magazines, and I conclude that the more down-to-earth Editors (shout out to British Vogue) who bring a more “everyday” perspective to fashion , are the most interesting. You don’t need to “shop like a Fashion Editor” because you’re already fabulous. They’re just telling you “here’s what you may have missed,” or “you really need to know about this  because, it’s hot.”

 That’s why there should be a ban on that phrase. Why not something like “Edit”, that’s so much more modern. Living in such a fast-moving world means you, the reader, can easily one-up any fashion editor, but because you’re busy with your own sex in the city life, they’re there to add to your already fantastically wonderful wardrobe.

And yeah I have an issue with Sex and the City too but that’s for another discussion.

The Death of Style

In Fashion, Op Ed. on April 26, 2010 at 8:28 pm

Kimberly Stewart – Fashion Conscious

Magazines are the go-to for what’s trendy,  runways are the glitzy platform for a designer’s hard work (and money), and Celebrities – ultimately – are the guinea pigs for who wore it best. But as much as fashion is entertaining, we’re living in a time when the lines between fashion and style have run amok.

Before heading to a press meeting, I’d skimmed through an issue of i-D magazine and drew some inspiration from their lover’s issue. The models that caught my eye were a real-life Parisian couple (referred to as one of Paris’ most stylish) dawning sweatpants and layers of knits. I liked what they wore so much I decided to pile on the cardis. Considering it was windy outside, it was a good call. My nails were painted in Zoya’s Robyn, a creamy sea blue, with a braid drooped to the side and Burberry shades. Considering I’m already six-foot in four-inch heels, I must have looked a bit trendy, I suppose. After the meeting, I grabbed a stronbow (beer for girls) and sat on the patio of a trendy west-end hotelier. Lounging and drinking, as you can imagine, put something into perspective.

Lou Doillon – Stylish

When old Hollywood glamazons and socialites featured in the Vogues and Harper’s Bazaars it wasn’t who they wore,  it was how it was worn.  In Halston’s day, with his Halstonette’s and Yves Saint Laurent’s rise to iconic status, it became cool to wear designers and follow what was called – a trend. As told by the godfather of trending David Wolfe, “when [trends] began in the 1970s, Kenzo was ruling the world with his trend-heavy presentations in Paris that revolutionized the way fashion was communicated, merchandised and designed. And in those days it was very fast. It was very much like a costume and everybody but everybody bought into it.” What exactly does that mean? Well, basically, the whole idea of being trendy started in the `70s. Trending today is just as, if not, more ephemeral. But while the fashionista is a slave to trends, the stylish person can – and should – probably wear a paperpag with je ne sais quoi. So I’d like to understand why the fashion obsessed is the focus of so many style bloggers (and fashion magazine’s style pages), when they’re really anything but. Shouldn’t people be looking to the fashion world for trends and glorifying people who naturally exude style?

Fashion models – the top ones –  and musicians, for the most part, are stylish.  Kudos to style photogs that  notice. If someone’s a walking fashion magazine, even if they do work at one and the chassé doesn’t look natural, it probably isn’t.

Am I fashion conscious? To a degree, but possibly slimmer than I thought.  Back to the patio lounging, my eyes stumbled on a girl with a faux-fur vest – in spring – and the latest hidden heel platforms. This person, who is a Toronto fashion authority, though considered stylish, striked me as  painfully fashion obsessed at that moment. I shook my head and went back to my paper. No, I’m not a fashionista at all.

Tavi the front row hogging Style Rookie

In blogger, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, In the Know, News, Op Ed., style, Trend on February 2, 2010 at 7:13 pm

My grandmother, apparently, is an avid junk collector – magazine junk. And to my chagrin, the curse has rubbed off on me. Because even if I’m down to my last tener, collecting glossies is my sport. It’s a fire hazard to my claustraphobic space, and moving is a pain (when I moved to the UK and back, I got rid of them by the hundreds), but when you’re that passionate, what else can you do?

 It’s not easy to forget; my time at my grandparents’ house spent lost in the basement. But it wasn’t a boogy-monster space, matter of fact, it was equipped with bedrooms, sliding glass doors and most importantly, a library-like room with  magazine filled satchels – loads of them. My grandmother was a Cosmopolitan reader, and Harper’s Bazaar I think – not quite sure. Actually, yes,  she was. Regardless, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, it was only when I decided on journalism that my habit started to make sense.

If  journalism is what you’ve dreamt about – particularly  the fashion segment – then it’s due to the same obsession. That along with the cinematic effect of Chanel No 5’s parfum commercials and of course, infamous shows like Fashion Television. It becomes this tight-fisted dream to one day be apart of an awe-inspiring culture, but things have changed.

Fashion blogging – and Twittering – is the future. And that’s just something us stubborn headed print lovers have to accept. Especially when the new world entails fashion’s current talk of the town: Tavi Gevinson. At just 13, she’s flying all over the world, sitting front row at the most prestigious couture shows and by GOD, writing for US Harper’s Bazaar, a magazine noted as one of the most acclaimed fashion bibles ever produced.  

I’ll be the first to admit at one point, Tavi stirred up a bit of the greened eyed  in me. And I too tried to hide it behind the guise of being a “real” Journalist. But when you really think about it, why shouldn’t she have her moment? And who’s to say what she’s doing isn’t just as authentic as the salaried magazine staffer? Look at it this way; Stephen Sprouse, the beloved genius behind LV’s graffiti inspired bags only remembered as a name, and nothing else. Gia Carangi, the most acclaimed to grace the catwalks in Milan and Paris, died Aids stricken and indigent on a hospital bed somewhere in Philadelphia. Not that it has to be that dramatic but you get the point. To say victimize yourself using Tavi’s success is a bit … young.  And if you’re a true HB reader who’s familiar with their Paris Hilton cover tendencies, I don’t think Tavi’s arrangement should be as a surprise. Is it really that serious?

Everyone – including the fashion blogger, has the same admiration for fashion world as the burgeoning – or established – fashion journalist. Just because you happened to go to school for it, or are making a regular living through this “official” title really doesn’t make you more deserving of anything. No one said the world is fair. But that’s what makes it so interesting.