Jacket: MARC by MARC JACOBS. Cardigan: CLUB MONACO. Shirt: GAP. Pants: H&M.
Boat Shoes: TOMMY HILFIGER. Watch: STAUER AUTOMATIC.
BUT. Now that dream is gone, Bob Barker is retired, I wouldn’t dare be caught in something made of synthetic materials and I would rather win a Birkin bag over a yacht or a granny-looking bedroom set, ANYDAY.
Anyways, BON VOYAGE everyone! Follow me on Twitter to get my updates of debauchery. . .wait umm. . . I mean adventures while I’m away in Toronto! xxo
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Trench coat: BURBERRY. Shirt: H&M. Jeans: DIESEL. Boots: FLUEVOG. Scarf: DIESEL BLACK GOLD.
Belt: D&G. Beanie: DIRTY ENGLISH.
Belt: D&G. Beanie: DIRTY ENGLISH.
With my Louis Vuittons’ packed and sunglasses adorned, I will be running away to Toronto one week from today in hopes of finding some sort of work inspiration or life altering experience.
I’m going strictly for personal growth and "business reasons", and when I say "business" it actually means that I’m on the hunt for a few missing pieces for my wardrobe that I am in dire need for and cannot find in Vancouver. The same old mission but just in a different city.
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Ezra Constantine Spring Summer 2010
If I wanted to make a bold and edgy statement through my clothes or if I were to wrangle a bitch to the back parking-lot by the weave and look damn good doing it, I’d be damn sure that I would be dressed in nothing but Ezra Constantine by the talented Greta Constantine design duo, Kirk Pickersgill & Stephen Wong.
I look forward to the upcoming collections for the menswear. Now if only I could hustle on the streets to have enough money or sell my heartless soul to the Devil to get my hands on a pair of those marvelous biker pants from this collection. . .
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Leather jacket & striped shirt: H&M. Jeans: DIESEL. Scarf: DIY. Sneakers: GUCCI.
Bag: PRADA. Necklace: 5PREVIEW. Aviators: VALENTINO.
Bag: PRADA. Necklace: 5PREVIEW. Aviators: VALENTINO.
Stab me in the toe with a stiletto because I would be lying to you if I said I have never worn a pair of designer sneakers to the gym to work out in before. I don’t dare do it anymore ever since my little but tragic treadmill mishap with a pair of Marc Jacobs hi-tops but I will admit to this heinous crime, which then again I am not really ashamed of because hell sure knows I looked damn f****** good when I was doing it.
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4 days with 4 friends in 1 sinful city that just never sleeps.
Flirting with flight attendants for free cocktails on the plane, pillow fights at 5am in the morning with hundred dollar silk pillows, poppin' champagne at 11am at David Yurman, fierce walk-offs in broad daylight on the Vegas strip to even partying VIP with a Real Housewife of Orange County, there was absolutely not a single dull moment I had in Vegas.
But my absolute fondest memory of this trip was being able to touch and hold 1 of the 45 jaw dropping shoes that was literally straight off the runway of the late Alexander McQueen’s Spring 2010 RTW collection. I batted my lashes and pulled my shirt lower in order to had them take the masterpiece out and show it to us but unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to take a photo of it (I guess I wasn’t showing enough meavage). When asked how much these shoes costs, my throat swelled up and my eyes bulged in shock. Holyyyy Lord! Let’s just say that these bad boys would cost about 4 months rent in a nice place in Yaletown Vancouver!
The experience I had while I was away for just the weekend was incredible and definitely unforgettable. But too bad I’ll have to live off plain rice and soy sauce for the next handful of months to pay off all my Vegas purchases.
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