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Paris, Je T’aime

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Lanvin Look 1 / Look 2 / Look 3 / Look 4 / Look 5 

Paris Fashion Week has begun, and I’m wishing more than ever I was there. I’ve only been to Paris once, and honestly, I don’t feel like I did it right. It was essentially a 48 hour blitzkrieg of my friends and I trying to see as much as we could, and spending at least 12 hours a day on our feet (I was foolish and wore gladiator sandals that provided ZERO support to my flat-footed soles and my hooves have never quite healed), running around the metro from place to place. We weren’t able to embrace the laissez-faire attitude, sit with baguettes and wine, and just people watch. Since leaving, I’ve known that one day I MUST go back and see Paris properly.

The Paris collections thus far have been very beautiful, very eclectic, and very chic. For now I’ll just discuss a few that caught my eye.

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Alternative Angst

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Look 1 / Look 2 / Look 3 / Look 4 / Look 5

One of my all time favourite t.v. shows has to be My-So-Called Life. At the time the show was originally aired I was 6 years old and not quite of the Angela Chase era. However, in high school the Family Channel aired re-runs late at night, and I instantly became hooked. There are countless reasons why I enjoyed the show, many of which having to do with Jared Leto’s character, Jordan Catalano (Jordan Catalano’s choker, Jordan Catalano’s hair, Jordan Catalano’s wall-leaning skills, Jordan Catalano’s dyslexia…), but also the cast’s wardrobe was pretty rad.

Claire Danes skulked around in loose fitted, burgundy babydoll tees, with plaid shirts tied around the waist, and her bestie, Rayanne Graff, was always sporting interesting getups that involved denim, daisies, macramé, and braids. The show acted as a time capsule of the 90’s, and with it the Seattle sound sub-genre.  Continue reading

Navy Seal of Approval

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Since the age of 4, when a slick pair of strirrup pants were handed down to me, I’ve had a love for leather (or leather like) garments. These particular pantaloons were definitely not leather, and more of a shiny raincoat material, but still I was infatuated. In fact, upon further reflection it is possible I dreamt these pants up, but I have a distinct recollection of shedding tears over a coordinated black outfit, with hot pink roses, and a shiny, unknown material. Clearly a child of high-brow taste was I. Continue reading