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A few more shots from the shoot. These are unedited and it's a testimony to the photographer (Noah)'s anal retentive, picky picky ways that these came out so great. I had a blast! Thanks again to everyone involved, you blessed, patient, long-suffering beautiful people. Love you all so!

What I've been up to

My fave shots from shoot three plus some shots from a shoe editorial I just did. I was one of the models (shucks, you're too kind), cos I have the smallest feet in the world, plus I wasn't letting anyone wear my JCs. Not in this lifetime! I have a few more shots and another shoot scheduled. Will upload as always. In the meantime, feast your eyes on something that is (thank heavens) not a rant! Ahaha. Ciao.

Yep, I still got nothing...

...But I did stumble upon another article I wrote. This was at the beginning of this year, apparently I didn't like clogs much. Still don't. Here it goes, oh and I added a picture for clarification.

Three inches of leather and ugly

2010 was a good year for fashion trends. I especially loved the fall/winter trends this year; the lace trend and the chunky knit sweater being two of my absolute faves. Everything is so feminine yet sophisticated and I just love it. Unfortunately there is one dark cloud on the trend horizon. The first time I saw it on the shelves, I cringed, doubled over in horror, covered my eyes with one hand, made the sign of the cross with the other and ran for the nearest church. Okay I didn’t do that but I would have. It was just too horrendous to contemplate. I stood there slack jawed and stared at it for a few seconds and no matter how many times I blinked, it didn’t go away. So it was true then, the clog was back in style. What broke my heart even more is the fact that the House of Chanel alongside Louis Vuitton were the guilty parties here. Now LV I can forgive but Chanel? No! Bad Karl Lagerfeld, bad bad!

The clog if you’re not aware, is a type of footwear that was first introduced into the world of fashion around the 70s and the 80s (yes, that monstrous pair mom and dad were wearing in those pictures you saw). Clogs have their roots in various parts of Europe but the more popular one and the one that has been modified for fashion is the Swedish clog.  It comes in slip-on styles mostly and features a chunky heel that is usually at least 3 inches and thick soles. The material is leather and it is usually held in place by a series of metal studs down the sides. Long and short of the story, it is the ultimate ugly duckling of footwear (in my opinion at least). The only difference is that this duck never turns into a swan. 


The thing is once you look at the clog, you know for a fact it was created for work not fashion. There is nothing remotely haute couture about these pair of heels and they certainly do not work with most outfits - I defy you to try wearing a pair of clogs with a business suit or with your favorite little black dress; it simply does not work. People have tried to put different spins on it, they’ve worn them with flowery socks, colorful tights, nope, still doesn’t work. The "ugly" in the pair simply overshadows everything. They’re like the dementors from Harry Potter, they just suck the life out of everything you wear them with.

Now the thing is, people do know these shoes are ugly. I have not found one person who saw a pair of clogs and exclaimed “Oh gosh they’re soooo pretty!” nope, not one. It’s only popular because it was on the runway and people want to duplicate the look they saw on the runway.  However, these models are paid to wear the confections they strut down the catwalk, they’re paid to make ugly seem fabulous and I think that’s okay, heck if I was being paid millions I’d wear a chair down a goddamn runway! But, you my dear clog buyer, are not being paid. Au contraire, you are paying to strut a lot of ugly down the street. Why mademoiselle? You know fully well those shoes are ugly and I can bet you ten to one that every model all but flung them in the nearest trash can when she was done strutting down the runway. 

I’m all for trends but I’m also for being discerning. Be sensible, buy things simply because they serve a definite purpose in your wardrobe and not because Coco Rocha had them on. Buying because it’s in even though you know it's a fad that you cannot possibly pull off, doesn’t make you fashion forward; it simply makes you a victim. You're not Gaga darling and you're not Daphne Guinness, put the trends down and pick up some timeless style.

And scene. I promise to rant less when exams are over. Au revoir!

In the absence of matters arising...

I have done nothing but work and school for the past few weeks (midterms and deadlines, whoopee.) So in the absence of a reasonable social life, here's an opinion piece I wrote for work about my take on marriage and a picture of what I am currently wearing. Enjoy and feel free to rant about my rant.

I don’t believe in marriage, I never have. Marriage to me is like a life sentence of Big Brother. You have to get to know this person you have chosen as a housemate for eternity; under everyone’s scrutiny.  In addition to this, you have to try to not commit homicide as each day passes because, you (willingly I might add) signed up for this and you paid an arm and a leg too. The only good part of it is that you get a license to have all the sex you want guilt-free. Then again, statistics show that married people have less sex so, scratch that, you’re still screwed. The best part? You can’t back out, and if you do, there’s a stigma attached.

However, as much as I don’t believe in marriage, I don’t resent people who do get married, as long as they do it for the right reasons. A good majority of people who get married talk about planning the wedding and how it’s been their dream to have a so-and-so wedding, lah-dee-dah, fairies and unicorns. Forgetting that after the fairytale “I do’s” and the rice pummelling, there’s a hereafter. There are pots and pans and underwear with skid marks to wash.

You see, when you get married to someone, the general plan is that you are bound by an invisible cord, for the rest of your existence. Notice how they say “till death do us part?” that ain’t just whistling dixie my friend, they mean that. You can’t walk away unless you die. Does the magnitude of these vows hit anyone else but me? Do people understand what this means? They do? Then how in the world, knowing all this, do people still get married on a whim hoping it’ll last? You want to spend the rest of your life with them and yet you haven’t even farted in their presence? Give me a break.

Funny thing is, we trivialise marriage so much, yet we whine about how the divorce rate is up. Well, duh, of course it is because everyone’s getting married for all the wrong reasons. The sanctity of marriage in and of itself is endangered; people are increasingly getting married just for the wedding. Take she-whose-divorce-has-recently-been-in-the-news-and-shall-not-be-named, for example. 72 days and a few “irreconcilable differences” later, it’s bye-bye. Get this, this sham of a wedding was blared so much over the damn news that I thought I would die. Can anyone take in the ultra nonsense that is this?

What people fail to realize is that marriage is a decree. You are bound by God and country to spend the rest of your natural life with this person. Human beings are not naturally monogamous; it is just not in us to do the same thing forever. We can choose to be and that’s where love comes into play and even at that, love doesn’t prepare you for a lifetime sentence.

So to reiterate, I do not believe in marriage, not if you’re doing it for the sake of it. I believe in marriage as an all-in-no-holds-barred gamble. As long as you know for a fact (and accept) that you have no idea what you’re getting into and are totally prepared for it, then go right ahead. Otherwise, step away from that altar monsieur et madam, you are not worthy.

Annnd scene. Off to class. Ciao!

ZOMG! Look what I found!

Way back in June, Mirabelle and I went for the opening party of Guess' flagship store on Queen Street Toronto. Invite only, you know how I roll. ;) It was fun although we kinda decided last last minute that we were going so outfits weren't really planned. But hey, we do look good if I do say so myself. Plus the people-watching was superb especially post 8pm after the wine had been flowing for a while. Geeewd times!

So camera shy it hurts

I played it off here

I don't know who he was but he was awesome and we took a picture together.

And we took another.

And yet another! I should've asked his name but this is way cooler.
By the way is that beard bitchin' or what? Props.

Le freak, c'est chic!

Okay now, I'm going to study. No more stalking myself on Picasa man, Statistics will not write itself although I am wishing hard. Toodle-oo!

Weekend Shenanigans - Censored

I'm not entirely sure if I should post this, but this weekend was so wickedly awesome that it would be a shame not to share. Then again most wickedly awesome escapades are always PG-13 no? Oh well, I'll tame it as much as I can but I simply must share. So, it was Zyrelle's birthday party on Friday and the event was aptly dubbed "the Big Z's Belligerence". I say this because the restaurant we went to - Guu restaurant, is the LOUDEST, most insane, coziest little Japanese restaurant in Toronto. The ambience was nuts, the waitstaff were crazy cool and to give you an idea of how loud it was, I blended in perfectly. I may be tiny but I make up for it with quite the pair of lungs, and I yelled at Guu and no one noticed! Awesome? Heck yes! It was a great night, birthday girl was made to do the number of shots corresponding to her age. I won't say how many but she was leaning when we left. Hehe. I on the other hand, had something called an Aloe high and was sorely disappointed. It was supposed to be vodka and Aloe vera, bullshit. The only hint of vodka in that drink was the clear color, I tasted nothing! Hmph! The night ended with a surprise cheesecake for Zy-zy, half of which ended up in her face, courtesy of me (no pictures sadly but the look on her face will stay in my mind forever. *chuckle*) some unsavoury behavior with a feminine hygiene product (DO NOT ask) and some mad MAD laughs. Guu'd times! :D

Before Guu on Friday, I had gone to Earls at Square One with my friend. Cozy place not too bad, had a martini and some liquid cocaine (no, it's not actual cocaine. Lol). Saturday I went to the same Earls and learned the hard way that you should not go to a snazzy restaurant after 8pm on a Saturday and expect to be seated within 30 minutes. That and that Saturday service at this place is the pits. Big thumbs down. We took a seat at the bar and ordered martinis. Mine was something called Doctor's Orders - Grosse stuff. Memo to me, anything that a doctor orders you to take, cannot taste good. After the martini we blew that place and went to Moxie's (still at Square One) and wouldn't you know it, the hostess for the night was one of the volunteers for the UGG opening party. Oh yeah, I got connections baby! Lol. We were seated immediately and the servers were awesome. Liquid cocaine and people watching - actually server watching, one of the waitstaff a hottie named Jean is proper eye candy *howl* Ay mamacita! Yes, I have a girl crush. Anyways, she kept the conversation flowing. Best part of the night? The peach bellini. It was the size of my head and twice as delicious, my only regret is that I didn't take a picture of it.

Me and birthday girl

Birthday shots for the birthday girl.
I have more incriminating photos and videos but I won't post them for obvious reasons. 

Moxie's misbehaviour. 3 shots of liquid cocaine and half the gigantic Bellini.
This was while rocking out to Cheers by Rihanna. Gewd times!

PS: Oh after Moxie's we took a walk round the mall just to see what it was like after-hours. When we got to the Apple store, it was covered in post-its all in tribute to Steve Jobs. I'm a PC and it gave me goosebumps, that dude was pretty awesome. I took pictures. The last one's my favorite, for obvious reasons. Hehe.

All three walls

Up close wall

Pondering

My fave. *snigger*

Needless to say, I spent most of Sunday on the couch. I'm off to study now, I have a midterm tomorrow. Hope your weekend was equally awesome!

My week in fashion

I had a head wrap phase borne of utter reluctance to comb my hair.
My mom loved this one.

She hated this one and tried to get me to take it off.
I staunchly refused, nothing was going to make me comb my hair.

Then I combed it, it was surprisingly easy. Hmm.

Same look but with my blazer, it's kinda chilly.
Plus I had bows in  my hair! SEE?

And the outfit from the UGG party. Still not the best picture but I don't look like a hobo in this one.
More like Yvonne Chaka Chaka... Pfft! Beats hobo anyday!

UGG Opening Party/Epiphany

It usually bugs me when I don't update this blog. I know I'm all about dressing people up but let's face it, how many times can I shove people into clothes and make it exciting? Granted the pictures are cool (still have to upload shoot three by the way) but every once in a while it'd be cool to look at other things, like ME! Kidding. No seriously, me. -__-

Lol. So today I realized something. I go to way too many cool events and just neglect to blog about them. Like I said, it's cool when I dress people up but frankly, the coolest things happen when I'm just living my life and being generally insane. So, in keeping with this epiphany (and the surge of energy I got from the large coffee I just consumed); I have decided to blog about my fashionable life, in addition to my shoots as well. That way there's always something to read about. Cool? Cool.

Tonight, I went to the opening party for UGG Toronto. It was an invite-only kinda thing (why, yes I am fancy). Anyways, none of my plus ones could make it so I went stag (yeah, I'm cool enough to hang out alone at a party) <--- what is with these side comments? Oh well, below are my faves from the collection. from the cool to the way over the top to the OH-MY-GOD-KILL-ME-NOW-IT'S-SO-CUTE. You'll figure out which falls into what category. :)

LOVE this bag!

WANT these shoes

Physically restrained myself from grabbing these and making a dash for it.

DIED of cuteness overload. They're so wittle!

WOAH! Spark-l-ey!

Copped a sec in the spotlight. Is my camera shyness showing? Lol

Not the best picture of me but wallahi, it was pretty cool. I walked in and the photographer wanted a picture of me, aw yeah, told you I was fancy. And the stares I got in this outfit? Holy! Including but not limited to underage guy on train with braids in his hair. Staring at me all intense like "hey baby", LOL! "No thanks Bow wow," I said with a pointed once over, "Not tonight." Adios!