Ride it my Pony, My Saddle’s Waiting

By The Starving Stylist on 9/30/2010

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Polo Shirt: RALPH LAUREN PINK PONY

I am honoured to participate in the Ralph Lauren 100 Bloggers Unite Against Cancer Campaign.

With over 20 years of dedication from Ralph Lauren in the fight against breast cancer, Ralph Lauren has designated his iconic polo player insignia to the Pink Pony Campaign, which is like the version of the pink ribbon.

The Pink Pony Campaign, originally established with a focus on Breast Cancer has now expanded to include other cancers. With a mission to bring quality cancer care and having better access to cancer care, the initiative of the Pink Pony Campaign is to address the needs of the medically underserved.

Join Ralph Lauren’s worldwide initiative in the fight against cancer during the month of October and celebrate 10 years of the Pink Pony campaign by texting PINKPONY to 501501 to automatically donate $10.




Click on the link below to see the other bloggers included in the campaign and myself! (slideshow picture #8)
http://www.stylelist.com/2010/09/30/ralph-lauren-enlists-100-bloggers-to-model-for-pink-ponys-10th/




. . .Okay so that was my good deed of the season. There probably won’t be another one to happen till Spring/Summer 2011. Wouldn't want to tarnish my cynical coldhearted bitch image now ya know?

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Don’t Rain On My Parade

By The Starving Stylist on 9/28/2010

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Trench: H&M. Shirt Vest & Jeans: RA-RE. Boots: FLUEVOG. Bag: BALENCIAGA.
Watch:
MICHAEL KORS.


I love trenchcoats especially when living in a city like Vancouver where it rains about 320 out of 365 days of the year. It’s basically a Vancouver staple piece besides an umbrella, rubber rainboots and of course yoga pants. *rolls eyes* Agurh.

Either worn with jeans and distressed boots like pictured above for an urban casual appearance or dapperly draped over a suit and tie for a handsome polished look. The trench is utterly versatile and can be worn in any kind of way—except with yoga pants! So step away from those damn forsaken nylon Lycra spandex pants for a moment please. Thank you.


Photograph courtesy of Lily from Bleed for Fashion.



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The Best Kind of Trouble Comes in Threes

By The Starving Stylist on 9/23/2010

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Oh Lordy Damn. That’s a whoooooooooole LOT of fierce in one spot. But I’m sure a taste of Terracotta’s delectably delicious short rib sliders will help tame the room or. . .well at least keep my mouth delightfully stuffed from being snarky with others.


RSVP Please.


I’ll play 'nice', I promise.




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Get Outta My Way

By The Starving Stylist on 9/17/2010

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Leather Jacket: ALLSAINTS. Shirt: TOPMAN/TOPSHOP. Jeans: CAVALLI. Boots: FLUEVOG. Scarf: DIESEL. Beanie: H&M. Belt & Chain: DOLCE & GABBANA.


Someone once commented on these ripped Cavalli jeans, saying that they made me look homeless and it was time for me to replace them. . .well in true sassy Starving Stylist nature, I responded by telling them that these jeans cost more than their week’s worth of pay at work and if the homeless could dress this good than he better take his snooty bigoted ass and make a run for it before he gets panhandled for designer goods instead of for food & loose change.



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"Ego so big, you must admit I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch"

By The Starving Stylist on 9/15/2010

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Conversation of the day:

Colleague:YOU dress like a good friend of mine.

Me: Excuse me? You mean YOUR friend and I dress alike.

Colleague: *blank stare* “Uhhh. . .

Me:. . .Because I dress like no one else but myself and I don’t know your friend to dress like him. So in correction, he and I dress alike. NOT that I dress like him. Got it? Capisce? Good.



*snaps*



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I spend more time getting ready in the morning for school that I do studying

By The Starving Stylist on 9/06/2010

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Cardigan: PLAY COMME DES GARCONS. Shirt: ZARA. Jeans: ACNE. Shoes: TO BOOT NEW YORK. Backpack: VINTAGE MULBERRY.


With a backpack barely big enough to fit a textbook and a brash attitude that could make any teacher’s lip curl, I’m so glad my days of school do not exist anymore.

I treated school more as a fashion show rather than a learning experience. I was that student who would interrupt lectures by strolling into class fashionably late with big sunglasses adorned and sometimes even bigger handbag to complement.

Honest to say, I spent more time putting outfits together to wear to school than I did spend time on studying or doing homework. Oh well. Whatever. The point is I still graduated with honors and looked hella good doing so because Lord knows, I would never be caught dead sporting sweatpants or even pajamas to class. Filth.



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