november long weekend

let's discuss;
leggings as pants.
i can't quite put my finger on the primary reason why they bother me, they just do. sure, okay, they're a hipster trademark, or a comfort thing, or whichever other reason you may have to frolick around town in them, but unless you're a professional jazzerciser or robin hood, you really have no excuse. some agree, some do not, and i can totally see how opinions go both ways, but you have to draw the line at some point, and i guess i'm just one of those people who decided to draw it before stretchy spandex camel toes.
and the funny thing is that it's become a minor trend amongst the fashion elite just recently, whilst only a few years ago were we critiquing lindsay lohan for the very same offense. maybe she was ahead of the game ! maybe she knew that someday people would set aside the fact that they're not even that warm and synonymous with loungewear to instead sport them loud & clear, for everyone to see (and when i say see, i mean really seeeee, because you have no other choice but to see when the legging wearer's lower-body anatomy is completely evident to the naked eye).
i'll admit, i've previously been a leggings-as-pants offender, and when i was, i meant no harm. i may even do it again sometimem for all i know. i don't mean to condemn all you legging fans to a life of misery and fashion distrust or anything, i'm simply voicing my current opinion, which is that leggings as pants are bothersome. and most likely not as practical as we're all making them out to be.

see a resume of my opinion here.

zoë

wild thing, you make my heart sing

i (finally finally finally) got some floral fishnet tights.

i've been meaning to buy some for a while, but i could never find some that cost a legitimate price, considering crumbling bank account. in the end, i got them at the bargain price of five big ones.

these babies will probably be on heavy rotation when it comes to my upcoming autumn ensembles. other items i cannot get enough of for fall ...

• berets.
• leggings have yet to get old. generic black are ever-present and i've been meaning to purchase some matte, zipper and thick heather grey varieties.
• those drapey scarf-meets-cardigan things ? soft and luxurious, in creme, namely.
• i need more oversized tees. no, scratch that, i need more good quality oversized tees. preferably white and barely sheer.
• semi-highwaisted skinnies. i'm on the lookout for the perfect pair.
• the circular scarf from aa in fuchsia is a top priority ! check all the ways you can wear it here.
• pretty bow flats à la ferragamo.
• i'd kill for opi nail polish in suzy says da.
• and most importantly, new winter boots and a new winter coat. i'm in dire need of both, i swear ! and thing is, living in the glacial cold (read: canada) for five months on end prevents me from making choices that are completely fashion-oriented - i'd prefer not to lose my toes to frostbite. i may try my hand at the grunge-chic parka, but i know that i'll be really picky when it comes to selection. as for boots, uggs would keep my toesies warm and snuggly, but really, how old are those ? but again, i'm looking for practicality. this whole outerwear & footwear business could take up an entire post in itself, so i'll drop it now before i start rambling.
  
  music i'm listening to:
  chariot by page france; i'm in the band by the hellacopters; the town that you live in by sherwood; right me up by state radio; your rocky spine by great lake swimmers; the nosebleed section by the hilltop hoods.

happy saturday everybody

zoë

shiny shiny cufflinks.

the birds were singing this morning !

wednesday clothing.




striped h&m shirt, talula leggings, black skirt that used to be the underlay of my sixth grade graduation dress which i cut up, blue doily earrings from h&m, old navy boots, vintage belt.

[i'm sorry that my posts might be a bit boring as of late, considering that they've only been outfits & photography, but i have a lot on my plate right now.
i'll try be more interesting !
thanks for reading still , at least zoë is entertaining you, right? she's always good like that.]

music;
the kids don't stand a chance - vampire weekend
i'm the man who loves you - wilco
crooked teeth - death cab for cutie


x.
jessica

hopscotch.

happy late easter.


having a terrible day/week/life?
listening to death cab for cutie fixes everything.


tuesday clothing.

aa grey triblend raglan, h&m necklace, grade eight graduation dress from aritzia, h&m belt, aa tights, navy converse.

if you catch me in your city.

Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty more at the top;
All invisible set, in little ice cube blocks;
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks;
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot;
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold;
I'm changin' grillz everyday, like Jay change clothes,
I might be grilled out nicely,
in my white tee,
on South Beach,
in my wife beater.
VV and studded you can tell when they cut it;
Ya see my grandmama hate it, but my lil' mama love it.
- Grillz by Nelly ft. Paul Wall.

Nelly has them, Paul Wall has them, Brooke Hogan has them, for God's sake. When it comes down to it, grillz are so gotti, they're cool. Just like, say, Ed Hardy & the Mafia.



I'm trying to make this seem as fashion-related as possible, but truth is, it's a stretch. Let's get down to it: I may, just may, need braces. And if I do end up having a mouth makeover, I would much rather ceramic brackets than metal ones.


[here, you can see the difference between the normal metal brackets & white ceramic ones. quite the contrast.]

Ceramic plates are the equivalent of transparency. They're best for people who don't have blindingly white teeth, and their sole disadvantage is that they may stain with time. I especially like how sleek they look.



It's simple: I want perfect teeth, but I don't want to have to go through the grueling process it takes to get to them. Hence my solution. Not too shabby.

Zoë.

so fresh & so clean.

The new & improved makeup bag:



1. Lancôme faux-leather croc makeup case (a donation from Grandma).
2. Benefit 'That Gal' foundation primer (which I use as an illuminator).
3. OPI nailpolish, in Lincoln Park After Dark (coincidently both Jessica & I received this exact shade last Christmas, & I'm trying to get into the habit of applying it more often).
4. The Body Shop Duo Glow in a subtle bronze tone (The top is a creamy solid, the bottom is loose shimmer powder - great to highlight cheekbones & eyes).
5. Elizabeth Arden blush brush (trusted & true).
6. MAC Pro Lash mascara (when properly applied, this gem works wonders).
7. Physicians Formula concealer (this one will do for now, but I'm desperately seeking a new one I can rely on).
8. Eyeshadow blush (a basic that really is necessary).
9. Annabelle blush in light, rosy pink.
10. Dior Ultra Gloss in raffia orange (I actually did end up getting it for Christmas).
11. Philosophy 'Gingerbread Man' flavoured lipgloss (tastes so good).
12. Numerous perfume samples (Missoni, Burberry & Guess Gold).
13. GoSmile Five Senses toothpaste (this one being my favourite; mango).
Thing is, I really do want a new concealer. Better yet, I need one. Physicians Formula, as a brand, isn`t bad at all, but I know for a fact it's time I get rid of it. I'm thinking I'll use part of my fourty dollar Shopper's Drug Mart gift certificate towards a new concealer. My pick: Smashbox. The Smashbox camera ready full-coverage concealer is simple, compact, sleek & exactly what I need to rid myself of blotchy skin & dark circles. I may not need to be camera ready at all times (say, sitting at home munching on Vanilla Rice Krispies watching Hogan Knows Best), but still, it wouldn`t hurt.


In other news, it's official, I'm travelling to Los Angeles next July, & I'm already mentally configurating outfits, accessories, shoes, you name it. An upcoming post should delve into the 'what to wear?' issue a bit deeper.

Zoë.

Apocalypse meow.

TAKE THOSE DAMN CROCS OFF YOUR DAMN FEET, ASSHOLE.


Zoë

This, my friends, is a gallimaufry.

'This, my friends, is a gallimaufry' PT 1.
I CANNOT SPEND MONEY. Ask anyone I know, and they'll tell you that I have a serious shopping issue. It's not that nothing I find pleases me. No, nothing like that at all. It's more that I incessantly debate about the item, wondering whether or not I'll wear it, or if the price is too steep, or if I really like it. But then I always return to my dull wardrobe the next day, regretting my decision to not spend the cash. And of course, while I was at American Apparel today, my unfortunate condition acted up again.
See this simple closet staple?:

Basic and amazing, right? That's not what I was thinking. Step inside my disturbed brain: "Well, yes it's gorgeous and I've been craving it's softness and ultimate coolness, but how often will I wear it? Will it be relegated to the back of my dresser? Or worse yet, shoved in bottom of my locker, sentenced to be used solely as a backup gym shirt? And maybe it's too expensive..." I need someone to smack me sometimes (That's usually where Zoë comes in, but she wasn't with me at the time), I should have bought that shirt. In a slightly big size, paired with a tight skirt that's just short enough. Or with tight black pants and some skyhigh heels.
Back to my horrible disease.
So then I spotted these:

And they're just what I've been wanting. They're thigh-high, but that's okay because I could just scrunch them the tiniest bit and they would be somewhat Prada-like. But no, I figured I could just wait until I go to H&M and then I'll get some there.
Finally, I went to Aldo Accessories and found a three pack of black and silver rings. Exactly what I was looking for. But for fifteen dollars, there was no way I would be buying them. So I turned to leave the store empty-handed when there it was, glowing down on me with it's aura of beauty. A crocodile stamped black leather bag. Perfect. Perfect. So in a fit of lust, I grabbed the bag, forgot about all my quandaries and threw my debit card at the cashier, and I bought the stunning bag without a moment's hesitation. Okay, I lied. I didn't buy it, but did you honestly think this would have a happy ending? Sorry if you did, but sue Disney, not me.

'This, my friends, is a gallimaufry' PT 2.
From the first moment I saw the Daisy by Marc Jacobs bottle, I fell hard. It was as if it embodied youth, levity, and a free spirit sort of attitude. I'm not usually this deep about perfume, but this one makes me so happy. Everything about it. The ads are good too, but how could they not be with Irina Kulikova and Juergen Teller working together? (I had originally typed 'Irina Kulikova and Juergen Teller in cahoots', but then I remembered that a)i'm not forty, and b)they aren't scheming behind marc's back. that would be hilarious though.)


'This, my friends, is a gallimaufry' PT 3.
I have become obsessed (and rightfully so) with Chanel footwear. From their knee-high gladiator sandals, to their cap-toed boots, I have never seen them gone awry.
The captoe may not be loved by all, but I believe it adds a certain magic and it would not be the same lusted-after shoe sans contrasting captoe.

See what I mean?

Jessica.
It's good to be back.