Jan 29 2014
For those of us who can’t just book a tropical vacation to escape the horrendous Polar Vortex, visiting your local green house is a wishful alternative. Sure, it’s a rather brief, “vacation”, but the thick air will soon envelope you with its fragrant, earthy smell and before you know it, you’ve been transported to a lush, jungle getaway (Amazon Rainforest? Cambodian jungle? Hawaii perhaps?).
Alright, so you can’t exactly show up in your bikini, beach bag in tow, expecting to find fresh coconut juice. But you can sit down, plug into some summery beach tunes, close your eyes and embrace the fact that this glass miracle is a lot warmer than your apartment, and the blowing wind outside, right? At least that’s what I kept trying to tell myself.
Taking advantage of the fact that Allan Gardens Conservatory is just minutes away from campus, Brianna and I made a visit last week (when the weather was in the single-digit negatives!) for a change of scenery. Ironically, the winter greyness followed us via my outfit–just goes to show how much the weather can really affect your mood and dress!
Photographed by Brianna Tosswill
Jan 8 2014
While the rest of the world was preparing for holiday festivities in mid-December, I was tucked away in my own little bubble, which I was so glad to have shared with my favourite person (in the whole, wide world) for the seven days he was in Toronto. Seriously–food galore, Christmas shopping, hanging out and *cuddling*–ya know, fun holiday couple-y stuff. It was nice. And then life became considerably less chill with the onslaught of holiday retail madness aka Boxing week. But a girl’s gotta make a living, non? Luckily I survived the mobs of eager shoppers and tempting sales and made it to New Year’s Eve, wherein I kicked off the new year with friends, vodka and dancing to Beyoncé all night long–Drunk in Love indeed!
Lately, I’ve been preparing myself for a new semester by playing around with my new baby–a Canon 70D–since my first class back is Topics in Fashion Photography. I’ve also been savouring my free time by sleeping in until noon, watching copious amounts of Breaking Bad, and eating a concerning amount of sweet and salty kettle-corn, my ultimate guilty pleasure.
As for my navy blue obsession–it’s been building up for a while. As an all-black-er’thang enthusiast, I slowly found myself looking for a close alternative. Navy appealed to me because although it is often mistaken for black, it gives off a different kind of elegance…something a little more scholarly, with a certain kind of poise that parallels classic noir. It was just a matter of finding the perfect navy thing to add to my wardrobe, and this cozy merino turtleneck was the ticket.
Nov 28 2013
This is me refusing to believe that it’s practically winter, never mind the fact that it snowed in Toronto a few days ago, or that a few more minutes of taking photos could have resulted in missing fingers. But can you blame a gal for trying to make this glorious season last forever? As a Winnipegger who’s used to snowfall in October, you best believe that my obsession with ditching the winter parka in lieu of chicdom (aka flirting with hypothermia) kicks in rather violently when the temperature continues to hover around 0C in late November!
So what’s the solution to dressing as warm as possible in increasingly frosty conditions? Well, layers upon layers of knits, leather, wool and etc. is a no brainer, but with what does one layer with? The answer is draped around my neck– this enormous wool beauty quadruples as a scarf, shawl, Snuggie, and decorative home décor (use it as a throw or as wall tapestry!). I kid you not, dear friends. Throw this over anything (or nothing at all, it’s pretty effective) and you’ll not only look Olsen/Bosworth/Ritchie-chic, but also be the warmest under-dressed person there ever was.
Oh, and look out for upcoming blanket scarf-related posts in the near future. Something tells me this won’t be the last time my newest fave accessory makes an appearance!
Photographed by Brianna Toswill
Nov 21 2013
Growing up, I had an unhealthy obsession with espionage. My spare time was spent reading up on morse code, writing messages with lemon juice and spying on my neighbours. After school, my friends and I would run around on secret missions, complete with imaginary bad guys who we always managed to escape from just in time for dinner.
Although I’ve long given up the dream of one day piloting a stolen helicopter away from an exploding, mountain-side lair (while looking hot in a high-tec black catsuit, no less) I can still live vicariously through my spy-girl, Jaq, right?