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Sex & The City 2 Week: Carrie Takes Morrocco

 Champie check! Caftan check! Chiffon tent check! Wait a minute…where is the hookah?

Can you feel it?  It’s a strange euphoria taking over fashionistahs around the world.  They are ripping apart their closets for the ‘perfect outfit,’ scheming with girlfriends to confirm a hotspot for Cosmopolitans and breathlessly, anxiously waiting for SATC2 to premiere.  God help the straight man that accidentally goes to the theatres next weekend.  No doubt, it’s gonna be an estrogen overload with the requisite gays thrown in for good measure. 

I am extremely overjoyed that this installment takes place in the North African dessert as I am confident that its influence on pop culture will ripple effect.   If you follow the LC, you know that boho luxe is my favourite wardrobe choice.  Everyone who followed the HBO series, often concludes which character they most resemble in personality and style.  Of course, I choose Carrie Bradshaw

J’adore Dior t-shirt with boho circle skirt and the best coral studded gladiator stilettos.

Oh Patricia Field, you sass you.

  • Vintage Carrie – I love how Patricia Field (costume designer & NY emblem of downtown cool.  I mean, what is NY without Pat Field??) mixes her wardrobe high and low, matching the casual with dressy.  An homage to early SATC, Carrie wears her trademark ‘J’adore Dior’ t-shirt.  Maybe we should do the same? Ladies, dig into your jewellery boxes and dust off your gold script nameplate necklace.  It’s so 90’s retro.
  • Turban Town – I like Carrie in a turban.  It works for her.  I mean, when in the Arabian desert…  My friend A, infamous ‘fashionistah-eccentric’ from the ‘What Anna Wore’ post has been trying to promote the wearing of turbans for a few years now.  Somehow the trend has yet to catch on.  A few years back, I hostessed a bridal shower where I asked invitees to make wedding dresses out of toilet paper, ribbon and tulle.  As creative director of her team, the model’s toilet paper Vera Wang was accompanied by a turban.  Of course, I had to declare them the winners.   

Fashionistah Adventurous: I’ve never seen anyone pull this off in real-life. Will you be the first?
  • Living In Truth – For all the ‘ra-ra girrrl-power’ that SATC brings for us womenfolk, you know that there are going to be some bad apples that try to ruin it for the whole bunch.  Buy your tickets in advance and get to the theatres at least an hour early to secure your seat.  The last thing you want is a Friday night catfight.  I can envision it now: some girl puts her chartreuse capelet on a row of seats, another woman hit with the crazy-stick throws it on the ground and refuses to move her Jimmy Choo’s.  Someone pulls out her Louis Vuitton switchblade, hair pulling, chipped mani’s and parody ensues.  Note:  These are the same women that fight in line while waiting to pay at Christmas.   

May 20, 2010   1 Comment

Cures for Dance Injuries


I must confess that last week part of the reason I was unable to write was because I was suffering from dance injuries.  Over the past weekend, I had reunited with my favourite OOC, overzealous crew of dance misfits and we hit the dancefloor as if it was going out of style.  There was vogue-ing, some double-dutch with improv and random new dance recruits, plus participation from the DJ. 

Much to my chagrin when I woke up, I found I was paralyzed with sore muscles and a clementine sized bruise on my arm from banging into a bar table.  I am not 21 anymore.  No sir-eee.  To add salt to my own wounds (because clearly I’m a masochist), I went to my weekly flamenco lesson followed the next day by a hardcore yogi Ashtanga class.  Ouch! I paid the steep price for dancing and yoga…but it was worth every penny!  And I’d do it again!  I said it.

To cure my dance fever, here are some home remedies to get me back into top form (so I can do it all over again):

  • Hydrate!  Obviously, drinking 8 glasses of water is important to naturally detox the system and replenish fluids lost during dance moves.  My bestie N recommends cooling beverages such as coconut or aloe water during extra warm activities such as hottt yoga or even regular yoga (which tends to naturally heat up).  I like drinking coconut water with little bits of pulp – reminds me of a snowglobe.
  • Cool down & Stretch – Sometimes I just lay on the floor.  Sometimes I sit down and reach for my toes.  Other days, I stand flush against a wall and put my hands in the air and reset my shoulders back.  After a few stretches, I often mix my favourite lavender with a carrier oil in the palms of my hands and gently massage my knees and ankles.  This way I can be a dancer forever. 
  • Sweet dreams – I also like putting a few tiny drops of Lavender essential oil on my pillow before I go to Sleepytown.  The fragrance is extremely calming and promotes a sound sleep. And before I close my eyes, I think about the steps in my choreography so that when I have to dance it again, I kill it.


Joaquin Cortes in his hey-day leaning to the left


March 9, 2010   No Comments

For Would-Be Serenaders

John Cusack in Say Anything: Holding up a boombox for more than five minutes. That's love.

I have this perfect ceiling to almost floor window which overlooks the park.  On sunny afternoons, it is my favourite thing to sit on my plump, Paris-striped couch with a mug of peppermint tea staring aimlessly at dogwalkers and passerby’s.  To be honest I think my window is perfect for a serenade.  John Cusack is such a dreamboat.  I can just picture it like a scene out of Say Anything, him holding up a boombox, parked in front of my window, me opening my window leaning out giving him lovey-dovey eyes. 

To top off the perfection would be a New Wave or 80’s tune, perhaps a romantic, rock love song.  Whatever happened to love ballads anyways?  Should anyone ever feel so liberated to serenade the one they love, here are a few that are swoon-worthy.  These would also work exceptionally well for karaoke.  The hipster crowd always goes wild for a way-back playback:

  • Crowded House – Don’t Dream It’s Over
  • Michael Penn – No Myth (Romeo in Black Jeans)  This one was re-discovered while grocery shopping in the health food aisle.  Oldie but goodie!
  • Mr. Big – To Be With You
  • When In Rome – I Promise
  • Extreme – More Than Words.  Support local hairbands!  These guys are from Toronto and when I was in elementary school, my teacher Mr. Polesi managed to get them to play in our gymnasium. 



March 3, 2010   No Comments

Life Imitates Art…Imitates Life

Meryl is such a chameleon. And no wonder everyone likes Amy Adams.

At social gatherings or cocktail parties, friends of friends have approached me by saying, “So I hear you’ve started a blog.  That’s so Julie & Julia of you.  I bet your blog becomes a book, then a movie.”  “Ha-ha-ha,” I laughed it off.  Intrigued by these statements, I thought I would rent the movie at my mom’s house (I don’t own a television) and see what all the fuss is about.  I thought to myself, ‘I worship Meryl Streep and she’s nominated for an Oscar for her performance, so why not?’

Expertly adapted for the screen by Nora Ephron, Julie & Julia is the semi-autobiographical story of Julie Powell who nearing her 30th birthday decided to start a blog cooking her way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking, 524 recipes in 365 days in her tiny New York apartment.  I enjoyed the film because it paralleled Julie’s struggle to find passion again in her writing while contrasting with Julia’s own determination as an American taking on French cuisine and finally succeeding in publishing her own cookbook. 

Have you ever noticed that Oscar contenders are always based on a true story?  Well, the best stories are grounded in truth.  What better subject matter to draw from than our own experiences?

'You Go Girl!' Real-life Julie Powell. Dreams do come true!

Here are some of my take-aways from the film:

  • Heart shaped Valentines – OMG, this is sooooooo cute!  In a scene, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci entertain guests at a Valentines dinner while pinned with giant red heart brooches!  I am totally DIY (do-it-yourself) making these and handing them out to friends.
  • Talk the Talk – I thought it was really cute when Julia would greet Parisians en francais.  So when you meet strangers and they tell you, it’s a pleasure to meet you, you respond, “Enchante!”  (exuberantly, of course). 
  • Domestic Goddess Fashion – I am a foodie, but not one that really knows how to cook roasts or special sauces.  Being a vegetarian, has limitations you see.  I didn’t even realize that I had a gas stove until real chefs came over commenting on ‘how lucky I am.’  That said, I have been learning how to become a domestic goddess.  I believe a real fashionistah domestic goddess wears adorable, fashion forward aprons like the ones found at Anthropologie or at a local indie store.  I am definitely DIY creating these with ruffles, pom-poms, bright trims and contrasting prints.

Look good, feel like a confident cook! I cook, therefore I am!


February 8, 2010   No Comments

Cocktail Attire For Swanky Birthday Soirees

Tonight I am attending a birthday party for my dear friend H.  She has a very girly, cotton candy-colour, preppy sweet style.  The crowd will be fashionistah heavy thus inspiring many photoshoots.  This evening’s festivities starts at her brother’s hipster pad, followed by cocktails and dancing at a swank cocktail bar (picture glossy black lacquered tables, velvet flocked wallpaper and white faux deer head as decor).

It’s always fun to kick up your style for birthday parties.  I love it when a dress code calls for “Cocktail attire.”  If you’ve been following the LC, I often gently influence outfit co-ordination of the masses.  Power in numbers!  I took a poll and word on the street is that I will probably see a denim mini-dress with tulle, a sexy sequined shift, liquid leggings and a hot pink tulip dress.  Sounds exciting, non?

For my evening look, I draw on many inspirations.  Here is what I am wearing tonight:

  • Black Sequin Beret – I have kiboshed shopping temporarily but I could not help myself.  I saw this black sequin beret and I tried it on.  It was over!  I shut it down, especially with my bangs.  It reminds me of the scene from the SATC movie when Carrie goes over to Miranda’s house on New Year’s Eve in her fur chubby, silk pajamas and sequin beret tilted just so.  You die.  So French. So glamour.
Black sequin beret! OMG, can you handle it?

Black sequin beret! OMG, can you handle it?

  • Watercolour Painted Full Mini – My friend A showed up to her Champagne Bridal Shower in a watercolour circle skirt by Erdem.  I was inspired by this romantic, artsy style so I thought I would adapt it for a ‘going out’ look.  Erdem went to Fashion School with us.  He’s such a talented designer and we always knew he would be a star. 
Erdem's creation as seen on

Erdem's creation as seen on

  • BCBG Ma-Nisha Stilettos – These shoes are killer Statement Shoes.  They mix glossy patent with black kid leather and are finished with a giant pull up gold zipper.  Intricate design and details are what count.  Fashion contrasts are so interesting. 
  • Dance Prop – We are using our friend Y as a dance prop.  We get so excited over her petite Asian cuteness, we can’t help but pick her up and hug her on the dancefloor.
Carrie knows.  Statement shoes finish a great outfit. I covet the Patricia Field stud belt.

Carrie knows. Statement shoes finish a great outfit. I covet the Patricia Field stud belt.


October 24, 2009   No Comments

Becky Bloomwood, Cute in Theory.

confessions of a shopaholic. read at your own risk!

confessions of a shopaholic. read at your own risk!

I’m sure you’ve read the Chick-Lit classic Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella (2001).  It’s essential reading for any fashionistah worth her weight in shoes.  I remember many years having an enjoyable laugh at Becky Bloomwood’s zany fashion antics; her spending was a shame spiral that had her fretting over her mounting debt due to her uncontrollable desire for Louis Vuitton and gauzy green scarves.  My bestie C gave the book back to me and said, “I can’t read this.  It stresses me out.”  Okay.

Flash to 2008 and the movie version of Confessions is released with Isla Fisher and Hugh Dancy (hello British, skinny hotness).  One warm summer evening, I decide to make it a Blockbuster night by renting a girly comedy.  Perhaps because I was already turned off by the non-blonde casting of Becky (no offence Isla, I think you’re cute) and the off-beat styling choices (no judging), this movie was sending me into panic attacks over her OOC spending.  I couldn’t even watch the featurettes, I was so perturbed.  “OMG, I’m Becky Bloomwood!!!”  I march upstairs to my bedroom and start packing cocktail dresses into garment bags and send them to consignment the next day.  Kinda like that episode of SATC when Carrie realized that the down payment to her apartment was in her collection of Manolos & Jimmy Choos.

Becky, this closet disorganization is making me nauseous.  Shoes touching sweaters?!! I'm calling the Fashion Police. Props on silk scarf worn hippie style on head though.

Becky, this closet disorganization is making me nauseous. Shoes touching sweaters?!! I'm calling the Fashion Police. Props on silk scarf worn hippie style on head though.

Love the book Confessions.  The movie might push you over the edge.  It’s only cute in theory.  For non-heart palpitation inducing reading on long-term financial planning, try Smart Women Finish Rich.  You can’t have champagne on a beer budget.  Just saying.


September 21, 2009   No Comments