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Robyn
To understand my cousin Robyn, who works as an illustrator at Abrams Publishing Co. in New York, you must take a look at the choice of ornaments on her Christmas tree. She asked us to help create the...
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Strangely Familiar
“How does it feel like to be back home?” Returning ‘home’ in the most cliche sense of the word (i.e. where my parents live), it feels like I never left in the first place. I start to go on auto-pilot...
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Dear Daniel,
Here are your photos that I took of you. I had a lovely time at Pastel eating crepes in Toronto with you and discussing world domination of the fashion industry. I love your cerulean blue sweater and...
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Terroni
Guess how much the coat was? USD $8. From Salvation Army during my sophomore year in NY. Banana Republic with a nice red lining to go with it. I secretly think I’m the best thrift store picker in...
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Where the Grass is Greener
Listening on Loop: ‘Mirrors’, Justin Timberlake Oonly heard this a couple days ago which quickly categorizes me in the Late Adopters of North American Pop music. I blame it on lack of radio in Asia....
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Summer Whites & Bicycle Blacks
I blame the sporadic blogging of late on laziness, my week in New York and food tour comas. On the days I manage to crawl out of Suburbia towards a subway station southbound to the land of...
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Inner Ninja
Summer’s Foundation Dress Backtracking slightly with a final outfit post from Toronto because, truth be told, my summer wardrobe consists of only one black dress and one white dress. The one featured...
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All that is Lovely
A bridal shower at COLETTE & HER MAJESTY’S PLEASURE Lacquer and Lunch I suppose bachelorette parties should include vodka and a male stripper so let’s just pretend Colette is the ‘club’ and the...
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Vanilla’s the Flavour
This Summer’s Dress If I was a milkshake flavour (you know, the type that brings the boys to the yard), I’d probably be lactose-free vanilla. But lacking in the bombshell ass-ets department means...
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