You’ve Got Royal Mail
Apparently the Queen sends e-mails.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/montreal/story/2009/04/29/montreal-royalemail-0429.html
I demand a twitter account!
Apparently the Queen sends e-mails.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/montreal/story/2009/04/29/montreal-royalemail-0429.html
I demand a twitter account!
My skin has the tendency to get drier than a cork leg in summer.
If you’re like me and want to avoid a stiff upper lip, try using tarte’s clean slate primer before applying your make-up.
I just picked up a bottle and I’m loving it.
$27 for a bottle, but a little goes a long way.
Buy it from Sephora here
You’re welcome! x
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I love asking odd questions to people I think I know inside and out.
Learn something new!
Last week I was asking everyone to sing their absolute best. Pick a song and perform. Somewhere Over The Rainbow seemed to be a favourite pick.
This week I’ve been asking people who they think would play them in a movie.
Then the question was turned around on me. I’ve pondered this one before but it changes frequently.
For now, I’m going to have to go with a combination of Jessica Rabbit, Ziggy Stardust and Jim Carrey.
That movie will be a blockbuster!
Who would play you?
(One of my favourite K-os songs. Couldn’t get the actual vid though. Who cares? Enjoy!)
I must admit I have been somewhat of a fair weather fan when it comes to the Canadian rapper K-os.
Although, I did buy a couple of his albums, so shelling out cash for music should buy me some brownie points, right?
Now, the eccentric hip hopster is back on the music scene and once again causing a stir.
When K-os’ music first started burning up the charts, he was quickly labeled the rebel. He was the guy who was able to make rap fresh again. He put the hip back in hip hop, so to speak. *ahem*
Before him, it seemed like ‘talent’ was being confused with rhymes about licking someone from their head down to their ta-ta-ta-toes. Thanks Ludacris.
But suddenly a smart rapper with an agenda was being played on the radio. His songs made you think. His rhythms made you dance.
I was in love.
But just as quickly as his songs hit the charts, they seemed to disappear.
Now, K-os is back with a new album entitled Yes! which features recordings of various jam sessions in Vancouver.
According to K-os, he was having an affair with Vancouver. He left his home in Toronto in search for some new inspiration. Any Torontonian who has travelled to Vancouver can attest to the different feel of the city.
In a recent interview with the Globe and Mail, K-os admits the new album combines sounds from both cities. There’s rock, there’s pop, there’s rap. Hell, there’s even some classical music mixed in for good measure.
Sounds a treat!
Welcome back, K-os x
P.S. The first show of his pay-what-you-want Karma tour kicks off tomorrow night in Vancouver. A risky social experiment that I hope works out. Don’t cheap out!
Meghan McCain is one feisty (daughter of an almost-First..) Lady.
I noticed her on the presidential election trail last year. She was the young, hip, pretty girl standing next to her hopeful, elderly, unhip father, presidential candidate and Arizona senator, John McCain.
After the election, you might assume the young republican would fade into the background.
But not this blonde.
And certainly not in this social networking savvy world we live in.
The 24-year-old started a controversial and popular blog on The Daily Beast web site and even began twittering in her pajamas before bed (I know this because she told me… via Twitter).
Her first major controversy is what drew me back to her a few weeks ago.
In March, McCain used her blog on The Beast to discuss her dating woes.
In the entry, she describes how the election had obliterated her personal life.
Not only was she not attracted to the Democratic Obamanites, she somehow stopped liking the Republican McCainers along the way, as well.
Sex and politics in McCain’s world apparently do not mix.
The article, entitled Looking for Mr. Far Right was very self-indulgent, but then again, who has a blog that isn’t?
Later, conservative pundit and radio host Laura Ingraham spoke out against the blog and criticized McCain for her opinions and- get this- her weight.
In Ingraham’s humble opinion, why listen to McCain when she’s “too plus-sized to be a cast member on the television show The Real World”?
Oh dear Ingraham, what is a girl to do?
McCain did not take the harsh critique lying down (with a bowl of ice cream).
Instead, she hit the talk show circuit and wrote a fantastic blog entry entitled Quit Talking About My Weight, Laura Ingraham.
I had a new found respect for McCain after the controversy. She was a strong woman, comfortable with both her appearance and her opinions. Kick ass.
But now, McCain is back in the news, this time for her blog entry entitled Karl Rove, Twitter Creep and an odd rant she posted over Twitter, which listed all her life accomplishments in a series of nine tweet entries (which she later deleted).
This is the problem with Twitter.
In the nano-seconds it takes for someone to use up 140 characters in an entry, they can completely (seemingly) ruin their lives.
Ok, this didn’t exactly happen to McCain. And, she’s right- Karl Rove is a major creeper. I wouldn’t allow any political figure, other than Barack, follow me on Twitter. Certainly not one from the Bush administration. Blah!
That being said, you seriously have to watch what you post online, or even, write in e-mails.
People have tweeted their way right out of a career.
Oh, it’s so easy to one minute think the cheeky quip about your boss is clever and will make your friends laugh. It’s another to have to explain it in front of him or her and a bunch of human resources employees as they rubber stamp your termination papers.
Not so funny now, is it?
Just be careful. It’s my words of wisdom for you today, boys and girls.
But, if you do have a funny quip about your boss, just store it in your mind. Then, take me out for happy hour and tell me over a couple of cocktails when I can really enjoy it, would ya?
Thanks x
The much-anticipated cheap and chic collection by British fashion designer Matthew Williamson hit H&M stores everywhere this week.
It was the cha-ching heard ’round the world.
Sienna Miller-alike girls (and a few good men for solid measure) clawed their way through the H&M racks and displays, all eager to be the first to get their pretty little paws on the coveted items.
The range sold out in minutes.
Gaggles of girls, armed with their student loans or credit cards, flooded the doors at 9 a.m. Thursday morning with one warning: two items only.
No matter, because in less than an hour all the leather bomber jackets and brightly coloured maxi dresses were snapped up in a hot trendy flash.
And it’s not the first time H&M-meet-designer collections have caused a stir.
This marks the retail store’s seventh designer range. They obviously know what they’re doing.
H&M has boasted collections from Roberto Cavalli, Commes des Garcons and *be still my heart* the fabulous Stella McCartney, among many other legends.
The point of many of these collections is to provide the middle classes with high-end clothing at a moderate price. Sure, the clothes aren’t as spectacular as the couture. But even a fraction of spectacular is still pretty great, right?
Hmmm.
My question is, if the point is to make the untouchable designer clothing not only close enough to touch, but also to try on and wear bowling, then why does H&M make it so damn hard to get?
Sure, you can have a piece of Williamson…
That is, if you camp outside a store the night before the unveiling, nearly break a limb during the stampede in and get clawed after accidently grabbing someone else’s scarf.
You leave battered, bruised, broke… but better, because you walked away with a full shopping bag.
Reports of Thursday’s event were halirious to me.
Toronto Star: Shopping became a no-holds-barred contact sport yesterday morning at the H&M Eaton Centre store as normally civilized shoppers turned into aggressive combatants, fighting tooth and lacquered nail for designs from the Matthew Williamson collection.
The Cut via Twitter: Dressing room employee says potential purchaser of size 2 blazer has 2 min to claim it before its fed to the crowd.
NY Mag: …Once the doors opened, the line disappeared in a single swoop, and the red carpet was left with nothing more than a few scraps of litter.
It’s just as hard to get the H&M downgraded Williamson than the real deal!
The store never restocks after the initial sell-out. So, you either need to wait for returns in the coming weeks or scour E-Bay later in hopes of landing a piece.
I ask you - wouldn’t it be better for your mental and physical well being to save up for a few months and buy one absolutely amazing authentic piece from Williamson instead?
I beg you, next time you’re queuing outside an H&M, take a moment to consider my plea. Then, lower your claws and take a deep breath.
Trust me, your limbs are going to look a lot better in the real stuff five months from now then in the cheap stuff covering the cast on the fractured arm you got from throwing elbows during the H&M launch now.
Heed these words on May 14 when Williamson Round Two hits the stores.
… Celebrate!
In a few short weeks I will be boarding a plane for Italy. I feel like breaking out in applause from writing that sentence. It truly is extremely exciting for me.
My mind is running wild.
Sipping red wine, dangling my feet in the pool at sunset, sneaking kisses in a market square in Florence, squishing grapes between my toes, slurping spaghetti… you get the point.
But one very reoccurent theme is what my holiday wardrobe will consist of.
Since this recessionista can only really keep those fantasies just that… fantasies. I’ve decided to indulge myself (and yourself) with a few movie moments and construct my own fantastical italiano wardrobe.
Feel free to yay or nay any of my choices. I love a good fashion debate.
Day One: The Arrival
What to wear on the plane?
Ah, it can be quite the decision. Since my flight is taking off from London and landing in Pisa, I don’t have to be too concerned with comfort. I’m not in it for the long-haul.
My choice, Natalie Portman in Hotel Chevalier: effortless chic, full-on sex. Bounjiorno!
Day Two: Sightseeing
I want to blend in with the locals and not look too much like a tourist. Since I’ve been working on my Italian accent, I simply must have an authentic outfit to match.
This time, I’ll take a cue from the lovely Gwyneth in The Talented Mr. Ripley:
Day Three: Fancy dinner on the town
Hmmm, packing problems. Lack of suitcase space means full-on floofy frocks had to go.
Luckily Keira let me borrow her Atonement dress!
Day Four: Picnic in the Park
This calls for something easy and breezy. I’ve got just the ticket. Penolope Cruz in Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
Loose white tank dress, cool hat, hot man. Done and done.
Day Five: Resting in the Villa
Sunning oneself can be ever so exhausting. I think I’ll make like Audrey Tautou/Coco Chanel and take a quick cat nap here on the sofa:
Day Five: Arrivederci!
Time to go already? Time does fly when you’re being fashionable.
I shall bid my fond farewell. Pack up my bags. Hurry, we’ll miss the plane!
Good thing I was organized and had enough time to throw on my little white gloves like Kate did in Revolutionary Road:
Ta da!
x
I am an avid reader of travel journalism. I love reading first-hand accounts of dreamy locales. As a writer, I also enjoy the endless possibility of fascinating stories surrounding every trip.
So today, as usual, I dug through the Toronto Star’s travel edition for tales of new and exciting adventures.
To my surprise, an article about London appeared. AIEEE!
But wait a minute here, what is this?
As I read through the article I realize this isn’t a story about the fascinating city. It’s about how not to get murdered on the tube. Hmmmmm.
I’ll admit being a street-smart female is as basic a necessity in travel as your passport is, BUT, this article just took it a teensy bit too far.
Pour example, here are a few of the writer’s tips:
Huh? Did I just accidently pick up a copy of the paper printed in 1955?
The thing that kills me the most is the headline reads, “Public transit a great way to explore.” !
Oh yeah, sounds like it. So long as you’re planning on packing a pistol under all those conservative attired layers.
In all fairness, some items listed in the article were useful for women (ex. don’t travel through strange places at night. Watch your bags.) But these, to me, are a bit much.
Unless this girl packed up her Dolerean and was planning to travel back in time to a London I’ve never been to, I think it’s safe to say, single women can still relax a little and enjoy their trip without the assistance of a fake wedding ring and full-time bodyguard.
In celebration of their 60th birthday, adidas has decided to go back to their roots. awesome.
The sports brand has been making huge strides with their side stripes recently.
If the reintroduction to their original designs, complete with a funky modern twist, didn’t win you over than surely the flawlessly stylish Stella McCartney adidas line did.
How many sports brand do you know offer men’s black track pants with a sparkle sheen?
And as if that doesn’t make them hip enough, they’ve recently released a new commercial short film that is sure to knock your tube socks off.
How badly do you want to join this party?
In honour of this evening’s HBO remake of Grey Gardens, here is my favourite musician honouring the original doc (and yes, that is designer Isaac Mizrahi piano-side):