White stripes

Marc Jacob's Spring 2013 collection (Seen Here) parades an assortment of simplistic black&white stripes and checkers. The collection can be most accurately described as "straight to the point" with absolutely no embellishments, no jewellery, no knickknacks of any sort. In my opinion, it is highly unnecessary to sugarcoat something so distinguishably natural, pure and timeless. 

Now. I'm going to gently sway into a tangent and take one step back to open Marc's entire history of work. It's evident that his erratic personality and spontaneity mirrors into all thousands of his collections and differentiates him from the crowd of designers. What I like most about our Marc is that he's not quite definable as a designer. One season, his collection will accentuate 1920's farmer flapper girls with boxy drop waist skirts and divert toward Mary Antoinette meets Dr. Seuss the following season. What a truly gifted man. I mean reinterpreting pilgrim shoes on the runway. Who seriously does that? Marc of course. 

As the Spring 2013 show proceeded for an entire five minutes (I'm dead serious), it stayed in my mind for much longer than that; I'm talking days, weeks even. I couldn't retract these basic lines and squares shapes out of my mind as if I was a wee toddler learning to distinguish basic shapes for the first time. It truly did a number on me. 

So how did I treat this obsession of mine? I did what any normal human being would do and used my big fat platinum card to purchase every single item from the collection. NAY. Marc Jacobs himself personally delivered the entire collection then rightfully refused my chump change...Yeah that's what happened. 

Boy oh boy! If only my typing had the ability to control my destiny.

Marc Jacobs Spring 2013 Ready to Wear

Shirt- Second Hand; Pants- Joe Fresh; Jacket- H&M; Shoes- Nine West; Bag- Beaver Canoe

Adieu,

Didi

Electric Avenue

If you can recall from my last post (Click Here foo!), my dim-witted self stood out like a sore thumb as I marched along Spadina bare legged in a short leather skirt and nearly froze to death. BIG MISTAKE. I guess at the spur of the moment I felt unstoppable or rather somewhat supernatural (If only...). I can vouch that I was feeling nothing other than pain as my legs trembled after every step. Just imagine Bambi learning how to walk for the first time. Basically, the synopsis of my state. The point is don't ever in a million years underestimate what the Canadian climate can do to you. So how did I learn from my mistake? Yeti Suit? Bear Skin? Nope. Even if I wanted to resemble a modern day Big Foot, I couldn't afford Chanel. So verdict: I wear another skirt. Only this time my skirt willingly falls past the knees to meet and greet my MK eskimo boots. I KNOW. I'm taking baby steps here, have a heart. And who knows? Maybe next week I'll graduate into a pair of culottes and slowly ease into a pair of pants. Hey, I'll even take it up a notch and wear pants under culottes- Yohji's creative juice is to blame here. In no time i'll be one of you, a logically normal being. Huzzzzah!

Jacket- Danier Kid's bomber jacket; Sweater- T by Alexander Wang; Skirt- Second Hand; Boots- Michael Kors

Sayonara,

Didi

One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

I most truly utterly believe from time to time that I can be a little...off or as society would put it "nuts". I'm sure every single one of you can relate to this feeling. Or maybe not, y'all (yeah I said it.) have your own way of living. If you have no idea what I mean, let me enlighten for a bit. Throughout the scorching death of summer, I refuse to wear anything "breathable" or comfortable. Stubbornly, I'll squeeze into my leather pants and knit sweaters as I incessantly sweat out my body weight throughout the course of a typical summer day. Take my word for it, this is not a joke. On the other hand, during the bitterly cold winters, I create this illusion that my entire body is in flames then POOF! I'm miraculously shielded from the reality of ever catching hypothermia with my skirts, tees and fall jackets. I'm sure you can paint the rest of the picture. Though I don't believe you would ever willingly include my Margiela for H&M distorted leather jacket in this picture of yours. To be honest, I cannot properly define my adoration for the jacket. Though I am proud to say, I get this sense of urgency to solve crime and fight bad guys as if Toronto was my Gotham. You're probably thinking, "Girl you cray!" With all jokes aside, this wonderful statement piece screeched out my name the very first time our eyes met at the store. So I did what any humble Canadian would do, I gave it a home. Important Note: This was love at first sight.

I spy with my chinese eyes a three legged miniature truck. If I ever get my license, I'll dub thee "three legged creature" as my sole mean of transportation. It'll happen. Just wait.

Hat- Big it up; Shirt- Thrift; Skirt- Free the People; Jacket- Margiela for H&M; Sneakers- Aldo; Backpack- Roots

Adieu,

Didi

"Clueless" about the 90's?

Decade after decade, fashion designers have created iconic and distinctive trends that fall into place with culture, music and most importantly influenced the general public of that particular era. For example, the 60's fashion scene involved culottes, printed miniskirts and box-shaped PVC dresses. Whereas 80's fashion primarily obtained inspiration from none other than Richard Simmons. Oh and not to forget Madonna minus her forestial armpits. I'd like to emphasize how important recurring fashion trends make the present runway shows. Of course with a modern interpretation of how it would look today.

Today folks, we'll be concentration on 90's trends; minimalism and on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, grunge. Designers of the 90's; Hussein Chalayan, Issey Miyake, Yohji, Calvin Klein and the rest of the crew composed all sorts of intrinsic and downright brilliant garments. I will not stress how inventive and imaginative these designers were of the time but I'll definitely show you:  

Until next time,

Didi