Wishful Wednesday

Members on Instagram and Facebook engage in themed celebrations on various days of the week such as "Flashback fridays" or "throwback thursday" but at the end of the day don't those two essentially mean the same thing? There is a reasonable explanation to meddle these two 24 hour events into an entire 48 hours, how else can one simply squeeze in all candid photos captivating their past life within a single day? It is nearly impossible. I'm sure you all have a bundle of embarrassing photos in which highlight mistakably old and odd doings, or more personally an extensive phase through high tops, du-rags and corn rolls, and unfortunately all three simultaneously. I just couldn't get out of that one, could I?

Now I may be a late bloomer in the game (i.e. Instagram and twitter) but I am catching on with your way of living and might I say, it isn't too bad. Who doesn't want to see endless collages of pictures titled "#foodporn" or friends and strangers enjoying vacation hot spots you will never have a chance to visit? The era of technology and social media continues to incline at an indescribable rate. As I'm generally one step behind the waves of "tbh" and "selfless" and generation that goes along with it, today I consider myself caught up and aware of whats what on the inter web.

Here's a theory. Today is Wednesday, the climax of the week, or so forth midweek. It's the day where the week hasn't fully begun and hasn't nearly ended. The long strenuous day where people want nothing more than to travel from work to home without any delays so they can eat and wash up right on schedule before doing what they desired most the entire day, to watch Bachelorette or Housewives of whatever. On this dull day I've decided to tread the water and "give it a go while the plate is still hot", the plate being social media, but you already know that.

After hours of brainstorming for a proper midweek title, "Wishful Wednesday" is best suited for a day like this. Why? Because I said so. And also if you think about it wishful thinking does in fact take place on wednesdays as people are in arms reach of weekend shenanigans; the restaurants to try, the clothes to buy, and places to visit. It's time to take these dreadful wednesdays and turn them into the most exciting days of the week; a day full of inspiration. Of course in reality once the weekend strikes all of these mid weekday dreams turn to mush and you're left sitting on your couch, watching t.v and eating a bucket of Haagen Dazs. Don't get mad at me, I don't make the rules.

So enjoy this beautifully dreadful wednesday as the weekend is kind of not really approaching. BYE.

Ladylike

My obsession for kilts are indescribable at this point in my life. It all started with one kilt which seemed to have burst into a litter of other bizarrely shaped kilts within my closet. How did that happen? I recognize that the drop in Toronto's icky icky heat greatly implemented my transition from pants (NOT SHORTS) to calf length skirts which makes absolutely no sense but appears to seem logical in my mind. Here's something you should know about me; I own absolutely zero pairs of shorts that legally meet summer standards (i.e. I have a pair of leather culottes and that's about it). My collection of shorts have been gradually handed over and reassigned to knits, pants and skirts. As I continuously seem to forget Toronto's four season policy even if the summer lasts for a short few weeks, I have to invest in another pair of shorts. 

Hold onto your hats while I temporarily diverge out of the fashion aspect of today's lesson and jump into Scarborough's most notorious and notable architectural destinations. For those of you who barely step into scarborough, either out of fear or lack of interest, I generally seem to build up the image of Scarborough being a motel and Dollarama infested party in the street dungy bar type place. Why? Because that is the exact description any scarbarian will give you. It isn't all bad though. The east end (more specifically Lawrence East and Kingston Rd East) finally has their very own Starbucks. One Starbucks. Hurray! 

Scarborough is a very different world than downtown and as I have lived in both areas, you can take my word for it. One thing I forget to mention while highlighting my ghetto east end hood is the large impact kingston rd use to have before the development of the highway of heroes. It was the southern most principal route from Toronto to Ontario's east end hot spots such as Montreal and Ottawa. So take that, Downtown Toronto! The historical building converted into a Law Office that I'm currently trust passing on use to be the home of the Richardson family, early Scarborough settlers long before thoughts of Morningside Mall (which has been gone for years now) or the endless Food Basics and thrift shops strewn alongside kingston rd and lawrence east. I have no doubt in my mind that the Richardson Family casted an eternal spell of funk and soul onto the scarborough grounds. That is the only explanation for it all.

As for what I am wearing to this prominent landmark, you already met my kilt. The remaining portion of my ensemble consists of my grandmother's handmade top, a clutch (though Dollarama insists I use it to protect my laptop), a bone cuff, old Aldo Shoes and Japanese socks that gives these old heels a refreshing touch. SAYONARA SUCKAS!

In the words of MC Hammer, Can't touch this.

Knit top- Handmade by my late Grandmother

Skirt- Thrift

Clutch- Dollarama

Socks- Japanese (2 pairs but you won't be able to tell)

Bone Cuff- Tiffany & Co

The vacation s(c)andal

Some of you may or may not recall the chunky rubber sandals parents use to force upon their children all throughout the 90's. As it is difficult to block out these sort of impacts in ones childhood, I will assume 50% of you have completely mentally erased the existence of the sandal whereas the remaining 50% happily ponder on how cool the sandal's green and blue jelly use to swirl with every step. Though it is understandable to have built up hatred for these sandals as you vaguely recall consistently tripping over your own two feet when travelling at a relatively fast pace. I would suggest you to look past the pain and observe the simple entity of the sandal, then you will without question fall into the latter scenario as oppose to the former. On a personal note I admire the vacation sandal that easily permits fresh air to unavoidably stinky and sweaty feet. But don't thongs, gladiators or flip flops execute the exact same desire, a nice breeze for your little piglets? The vacation sandal beats all other exposed sandals in terms of sophistication, sturdiness, class and edge.

While observing current and previous seasons in menswear and femmewear, it is blatantly obvious all of the top designers are modifying the vacation sandal as they see fit, and of course these converted sandals have a modified retail price as well. They have the right idea though, it wouldn't be the House of Givenchy or Celine if they charged a simple $300 for a pair of plastic, leather, rubber, what have you. Draining rich suckers an even $1000 is more realistic for the elite name brands. Do not get your hopes up because there are more realistically priced vacation sandals out there. I for one found a pair at Chocoloate Shoes on Queen St last year right before winter. No, it wasn't the smartest decision to buy sandals literally right before a downpour of snow but this summer I'm glad to have purchased my white and neon rope sandals as I wear these bad boys almost everyday. Yeah. I sometimes trip, almost once in every outing and I agree, I do look like a vacation gone wrong.

I guess I'm just trying to open your eyes and have you observe the beauty I see in these sandals. As some of you will gasp and probably never click on the yet another didialamode brought to you by Facebook, vacation sandals are the new sneakers. Sorry. Don't get me wrong, sneakers will always have a chunk of my heart though it is just temporarily rented out by none other than these ultra hip vacation sandals. It's just a phase I guess, or not. Prepare to see me in sandals this winter.

Black&White and nothing in between

Persuasive knock offs are what makes the world go round. More so they're tremendous confident boosters to the average girl or boy. Look here for example at my inspired Issey Miyake geometrical tote bag. Keep in mind when I say "inspired" I actually mean fake. The Issey Miyake name is subtly engraved at the handle, easily confusing the general public for its level of legitimacy. The price at which the tote was purchased should be the first indicator of how little authenticity the 10x10 cube bag possesses. How about the whereabouts of the purchase? If my sister had not have angrily bartered for the bag in a hidden chinese strip somewhere in Hong Kong I would have been sold. You imagine the original Issey Miyake tote displayed at a high end consignment store or in a grand 6 storey marble shopping plaza going for at least 8 times the price. If this bag is far from authentic, then how come I had to forcefully argue of how little authenticity it holds with a Queen St. boutique owner who was 100% sure Issey Miyake himself made the righteous bag. Fools.

Why didn't I just roll with the punches, you say? Why couldn't I have simply fooled those who claim to be fashion savvy by just agreeing with their theory? Because I cannot lie. There, the truth is unravelled. The story takes an alternative route.

Conversation:

"Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy goooooooood is that an Issey Miyake bag?"

No.

"Trust me when I say Issey Miyake made this bag, you see, Issey Miyake is written right there. By the way Issey Miyake is a designer"

I know Issey Miyake. And no it is not a real Issey Miyake, it's a knock off.

"Look! The bag is a collaboration with Pleats Please, this is at least $300 bag"

[Pleats Please? What in God's name is he smoking?] Okay, fine. It's a $300 bag.

Normally the scenario is reversed, persuading friends and strangers the authenticity of your "Louis Vuitton" bag where lies conspicuous fraudulence. Never in my life had I work so hard to fight for my very own obscure counterfeit. Well at least if I ever so happen to sell my bag, I already have a starting price in mind. With triple digits my "making it rain" gesture will finally be satisfying and worthwhile. You see? I'm catching on with your lingo. 

My Issey Miyake bag (might as well roll with it now) is paired with a complimentary coloured outfit, some more black and white. Surprise! While wearing a black and white get up, nobody will compliment your outfit nor will they tell you how awful you look. It is just there doing it's own little dance, it needs not to make a point nor cares for one. That is why I always revert to black and white. There are no complications with this combination, only fully fledge awesomeness. There you have it, a black and white kind of fiesta. Not satisfied enough? Good.

Shirt- Wilfred

Pants- Vintage

Heels- Joe Fresh

Bag- Pleats Please (Issey Miyake for some people)