I blame my friend S for my ruin. She gently twisted my arm and we bought stellar tickets to Beyoncé. She only gets reallyx3 good tickets to concerts. She wants to see them up close and personal. She wants to see them sweat. But now that I’ve been spoiled, I can’t go backwards and every time I get tickets to something, I need to be right up in the action. Slippery slope and it’s what I like to call a shame spiral.
Of all the bands and artists I have yet to see, I put it out there that I would like to see Lana Del Rey. Lo and behold, the universe delivered in the form of a Live Nation alert. So I bit the bullet and I’m going to see her do her gangster-Nancy Sinatra thing in the Spring (a rhyme).
Here is a playlist of my faves on repeat… She will be releasing a new album in 2014 Ultraviolence
- Summer Wine – with James Barrie O`Neill (cover of Nancy Sinatra = fun!)
- Blue Velvet
- Ridin`- with ASAP Rocky
- Bel Air
- Bonus: Link to her short film Tropico
March 26, 2014 No Comments
“Are you happy to see me, or are those printed pants?” haha. I thought that was pretty clever. Darlings, the fashionistah adventuress among you, let’s huddle close to stave off these mean winter blues. Even though it’s supposedly Spring, the double digit sub zero weather would have us believe otherwise. While I can’t wear any of my fab Spring/Summer finds just yet, I am amassing a secret arsenal of veryx3 fun outfits to sport galavanting whilst vintage shopping, having drinks al fresco or at a friends’ barbecue.
One of my favourite up and coming trends for Spring is the printed pant. This Spring promises to be bright and colourful with a throwback to retro silhouettes. Forget that we just had a blizzard mid-March. Are you excited yet? Can your wardrobe handle it?
March 16, 2014 No Comments
Besides daisies, plaid and 90′s nostalgia becoming all the rage, everyone is all about Jared Leto and his lustrous manlocks. For those of us who are
old young enough to remember, his claim to fame was starring as Jordan Catalano on my So-Called Life. He was the quintessential aloof pretty boy leaning on walls, distracted, being reallyx3 attractive from all angles, object of Angela Chase’s unrequited love and the bad boy of our collective dreams. He had a few years where he pursued his music with 30 Seconds to Mars and we all forgot what a sexy babe he is.
But he’s been drinking the blood of innocents and that’s what you look like when you’ve made a pact with Beelzebub. Some of his memorable looks today and yesterday. Enjoy!
March 3, 2014 No Comments
Hmm, not sure that I know anyone that isn’t kind of, sort of, obsessed with Beyoncé. And if you told me otherwise, I would serve you some talk to the hand, “Girrl, you be craaazy.” My Ticketmaster alert did not go off because, duh, I forgot to set her as one of my favourites. Sometimes I can be such an imbecile *wink* but I didn’t waste any sad faces when I found out her shows were sold out. With my sunny disposition, I had a profound belief that if there’s a will, there’s ALWAYS a way. Trust. (the secret)
Mentioning my lack of Beyoncé tickets at the lunch table, my friend S was all about it. Step 1 Find a concert partner in crime accomplished. A few weeks later, in a follow up chat we decided we should probably be putting more effort into finding tickets. Then as luck should have it, new tickets were released. Step 2 Get tickets close enough to see B booty shake, hair flip, sweat, etcetera, etc. A done deal. Such are the spoils of fate. Never give up!
Perhaps you want to brush up on your hip hop – See 47 of Beyoncé’s Absolute Best Dance Moves on Buzzfeed.
November 17, 2013 No Comments
Little French cafés are so mignon (cute, dainty), non? Today, me and A went for petit déjeuner (breakfast) at the most darling patisserie housed in a Victoria row house. The food was deliciously French and so were the waiters. It’s the kind of place where they serve you lattes with the foam shaped in a heart. And where you say no béchamel and you end up saying yes to brioche and crepes with nutella. I can’t divulge its name for fear of it becoming too popular. Sorry darlings. Some secrets have to stay in my hair. We had a very French afternoon punctuated by flirty girlish giggling. Those are the days my friend!
If you don’t know much about my French muse Catherine Deneuve, I insist you really must read on Parisian Bombshell Chic: Catherine Deneuve. Trust.
November 3, 2013 No Comments
Sometimes if you venture outside of your comfort zone, you will be generously rewarded. As a west end girl, it’s highly uncommon for me to venture north of Bloor. I make rare exceptions for veryx3 good friends. But I’ve been in a hair slump since my hairstylist T’s (aka My Perfect Man) sudden city departure for higher education. My bangs were a hot mess and the state of my tresses were more shabby than chic. baha!
So I was mentally auditioning hairstylists to see if they could fill the void, or at least trim the split ends that T left behind. The Alcorn (1222 Yonge St) is a boutique salon in the chi-chi neighbourhood of Rosedale (near Summerhill station). The salon is refreshingly low-key, bright white on white décor with fashion photography. The staff was extremely friendly and professional. There was a mix of clientele – Bergdorf Blondes getting touch ups, privileged teens getting their hair blown out and a micro fashionistah just chilling. My stylist R had reallyx3 good hair of the Olivia Palermo variety.
If you arrive early, check out the cute boutique across the street The Cloakroom (1177 Yonge St.) They have a nice assortment of contemporary brands including my faves – BB Dakota and One Teaspoon. But you might buy something by accident…like this girl I know.
October 28, 2013 No Comments