Posted on November 16th, 2009 by lori
The latest video on Style.com is making me pine for Paris.
I’ve only been to the city once, very briefly. I spent a weekend running around the gorgeous streets with a former flat mate, soaking up the culture and fashion. It was one of the best weekends of my life.
I think it’s time I plan my return.
P.S. Michelle Jank is a genius! I combine fragrances to create my own signature scent as well. Adore her jewels.
The other day I bought a top with some shoulder pads - and it wasn’t to complete a retro Halloween costume.
So, the beloved 80s look, made outrageously popular by Joan Collins and the rest of her Dynasty crew, is back with a vengeance. The pads have taken this fashion lover hostage. I was weary at first, but now I’m in love.
I first got the hint that power dressing was making a comeback when I interned with a fashion designer in London earlier this year. She was constructing some pretty angular jackets. Her inspiration? Grace Jones…
So, when I got back to Canada and saw the racks at Holts and beyond being stacked with the puffy shoulder, I wasn’t surprised. Now that I’ve fallen head over shoulders for the new look, I’m wondering what all you lovelies think of it?
Has the fashion world gone too far? Should us fashionistas stick with the designer versions rather than asking our mom’s for their old Dallas day gear? Should we forget the trend altogether?
Here’s some Balmain from next season’s ready-to-wear collection seen at PFW to give you some food for thought:
Today Gwyneth Paltrow told me about this fantastic new business that brings sugar rushes to the masses (one of my goals in life).
Treat Street operates in Los Angeles much like a lemonade stand but sells gorgeous snacks to passersby. It’s like hot dog vendors without the grease, stale meat and repulsive smelling burnt onions. Hurrah!
I must start one of these in Toronto. Let’s make it a franchise, ladies!
love her:
Note: Youtube disabled the link, but it was the gorgeous Cheryl Cole busting a seriously sexy move on X-Factor in the UK.
Fast times. The last few weeks have whizzed by. Delightfully, have found a new job that keeps my pockets and wardrobe well oiled. That, however, does not spell good news for my blog and have been scolded by my most devote of readers.
This reader had many wonderful suggestions for future blog posts. All of which will be obliged asap.
I find myself getting pretty restless lately. See, once you visualize your future, you need it to hurry up and be present. Anyway, in this state I’ve started downloading episodes of Mad Men. Heard of it? Of course you have.
I was fairly excited to tune in, and by fairly I mean I waited a week until 25 episodes had downloaded so I could watch to my heart’s content. At first, I was a bit snoozy. What exactly made this program a must-see? The costumes and sets were brilliant, but ummmm, where is the drama? Then I realized I have been bred to consume shows with so much fast-paced violent drama action shamwow that my eyes were crossed by the end of it.
Now I’m addicted to the quiet drama on Mad Men. You should be too.
I find myself painting my lips red and experimenting with victory curls, questioning if I’m a Marilyn or a Jackie and ordering mint julep drinks at cocktail hour. I don’t know whether to love or hate Don Draper. Tune in and let me know what you think.
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