Sunshine

99.99% of the time appearances can be deceiving.

On this ordinary day (in May?) the sun does so in two ways. 1) Appears welcoming and warm and encouraging all of (wo)mankind to step outside and dance beneath it's warmth as if our lives depend on it. 2) The sun's ability to "transform" my naturally white pasty skin into a golden retriever tan.

The former is more believable whereas the latter is nearly impossible. Though if you put two and two together you'd discover and suspiciously wonder why I'm wearing a wooly knit and full length jeans indoors and not outside. That's right. It's BLOODY COLD. Nobody enjoys wearing an entire winter outfit; parka, sweater and pants, only having to strip (almost entirely) mid-day and re-clothe in the late afternoon. Mother nature is a real piece of work this year.

Or better still I could be a pathological liar. What if it is scorching outside and humankind actually decides to follow through and dance vigorously in the heat. My latest obsession with jeans and knits can possibly be the cause that is enabling me to lock myself in a room where I have full access to an air conditioning system because I strongly refuse to remove the jeans. Did I learn nothing from the Jean Machine festivities a few days back? One word. Jorts.

Attention: Jorts will become priority on my shopping list once the climate starts heating up. HA CHA CHA!

Knit- Vintage
Jeans- Gap 1969
Heels- Aldo

OVO Salutations

Although I may have blossomed into a snobby bitter cynical know-it-all downtowner, deep deep WAYYYY deep down inside scarborough will always have my heart. This redundancy in "scarborough rules downtown drools" needs to be vocalized every so often as I drift off and get sucked into the downtown facon de vivre while I act and react exactly the way a typical downtowner would.

The scarborough thug inside me is shaking her head with disgust.

Bottled water? sparkling water? mineral water? What ever happened to the good ol' hose at the side of the house? Now that's scarborough. Or what about the grocery store selection downtown has to offer at Longos or Whole Foods where basic food products are tripled the price? It's all about the Food Basics and No Frills, some familiar words in scarberia's vocabulary. The Scarborough Dictionary.  Now there's a business proposition with substantial revenue. As I have recently moved back into suburbia, I was in the right state of mind to overdose on scarborough pride with my tight hair, baggy pants, sneakers and the bling around my neck. Smart or what? Only these photos weren't taken in dear Scarborough but if they were I'd be oh so cool. Or not. Who really cares?

Now you may have noticed October's very own (codename: OVO) in the title of today's post or simply smack centre of my shirt. Although the "O" resemble more of an omega symbol than an alphabet letter, it endures the same amount of importance. I hope. I figured as the world hunts for OVO fest tickets as a crackhead hunts for crack, I'll cheer you on as you bargain and purchase tickets worth +$100. Good look with that. No seriously, I mean it. Good luck.

Anyways what is more scarborough than OVO, right? WRONG. I can't envision the OVO clan slumming it down in scarborough. But who knows everybody has a little scarborough loving in them. Maybe we can all jam it all up at the Dollarama at Morningside & Kingston Rd. Don't pretend you aren't familiar with that plaza and all of their classical tunes. Hit it up please. Hit it up. We can sip our $300 champagne in their plastic wine cups. Alright my work here is done. Enjoy your day. Bye bye.

Tip to survive in scarborough: Look mad at the time. TOTALLY Kidding. It just so happens the canon may have "accidentally" captured my attempt to suck in my food baby to look nice and slim for you all. You should know I'm not so perfect. So hard to believe right?

Shirt- OVO

Sweater- Wilfred

Pants- Rihanna for River Island

Sneakers- Isabel Marant

Necklace- Vintage

Needed. Nay. Wanted.

How many skirts can an individual (female/male) acquire before saying "enough is enough eh"? It is sad (or joyous) to admit I have approximately 16 seriously committed skirts and counting, in which majority are of the colour black; in various fabrics such as leather, velvet, silk, chiffon, wool etc, etc and are of various shapes, sizes and weight, etc, etc. I (like to) believe skirts are the backbone to every outfit as they efficiently display your state of mind or more simply your mood. The Thom Browne zipper skirt located below (and in my dreams) is a perfect example for my theory only instead of the zipper skirt being stereotyped under one category it falls under IT ALL. Are you a rebel biker chick or preppy goody two shoes? I CAN'T/WON'T SAY. It overflows with this enigma that is compelling and infectious to those in reach (the rich) or those who are not in reach and just dream (the not so rich). One day zipper skirt you will be all mine. Though until that day comes all of my other 16 skirts will just have to do. TATA.

Until next time,

Didi

Jean Machine

The most essential, fundamental wardrobe item that will ever be owned in one's lifetime and afterlife combined are dungarees or they are more commonly referred to as denim. YES JEANS. Think about it, have you ever heard of or encountered a situation where denim was taboo or socially unacceptable? Of course not. Denim is the kind of fabric that is welcomed with open arms anywhere, anytime and any place and it gets better. Denim is even favoured within the corporate world on selected days of the week, though most preferably on fridays. The majority who take part in this jean culture willingly stop at the jean button up shirt and pants/jorts. I say why? What about jean shoes? or jean bags?? or even jean accessories??? Don't discriminate. The point is you don't really seem to know the amount of power denim holds over gullible souls and capitalist zombies. It's hard to admit, but I'm a little bit of both. If the mass production of denim were to cease in existence, imagine the amount of chaos that would erupt among civilizations around the globe. It would be anarchy! We need, breath, sleep and eat (?) denim. That is all.

Until next time,

Didi

A Free Pass

One of my many favourite things about the long weekend is the significant drop in population within the usual dense city, or I like to refer these rare occasions as ever sunday morning in the city. You know what I mean? The remnants from the preceding night becomes bizarrely transparent sunday morning, like throw up on the side of the street or urine on my front porch. Now who would do a thing like that? The night walkers. Sunday mornings are the exact replica of how the post-apocalytic world would look if it were ever to ignite. That being said this weekend will be sunday morning all weekend long. Awww yeah. As the majority will be cottaging up with marshmallows and tents or something, not really the cottage goer, or simply want to call it quits for the week, i've decided to spare you beautiful people the opportunity from diving into one of my excruciatingly long essay of a blog post. Yes. I am really THAT generous. I am giving you this free pass to take a break from my nauseating voice, or however you perceive it. I have also collected a share of images as "long weekend inspiration", or just a collage of images I find inspirational myself. Have a phenomenal long weekend friend.

Until next time,

 Didi