I never get excited for awards season. Unless you’re there in the flesh, they just don’t seem like too much fun. To draw maybe 10 awards total out over a three hour period seems pretty indulgent and extravagant for my taste…oh, and dull… not to mention that black tie dress code usually translates to just boring.
If you’re a dude, your biggest option is a skinny versus a regular tie, and if you’re a chick, ya pick a color ya hope nobody else has yet and cover yourself in it from head to toe. The colorful floor length gown has always seemed very eighth grade prom to me, but apparently I’m not much of a lady, so what do I know?
Either way, I’m getting older and if I wanna hold my own on those carpets one day, I gotta look the part so I decided to give this awards season round-up a closer look and tell ya what worked for me… and what was still just boring.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a fascination with native american spirituality and its creative expression. Growing up in Canada, we were taught about the beginnings of Inukshuit sculptures, rock carvings, and the many other artistic means of storytelling that originated with the Inuit people who founded our country. If ya don’t know what I’m rallying about, take a look!
I’ve had a dream catcher hanging over my bed ever since I can remember. My dad used to buy these beautiful and intricate ones on his business trips as gifts for me and now that I’m all grown up, I still can’t imagine a good night’s sleep without one. I’ve never been a great sleeper, so I suppose believing there’s something there watching over you to filter out the negative dreams is comforting. It doesn’t hurt that they so damn stunning to look at either.
I brought one out with me from home, in Toronto, and decided to start expanding my collection now that I’m in a big-girl apartment on my own. We could all use a little more positive energy in our lives, right? :)
I’ve never been a big fan of dressing up on Halloween because of the pressures to uphold a common female tradition of skimping out on clothing. Props to stores like Trashy Lingerie for their incredible attention to detail and ability to ﬂatter the female form, but it just ain’t my bag.
Fortunately, this year, with the generous efforts of my good friend and head designer at Chrome Hearts, Jessie Jo Stark and her brilliant design team, my anxiety was quickly eased. She had decided to be a punk rock Madeline from the children’s cartoon, so keeping in the theme, we chose to create a punk rock Bam Bam costume from The Flintstones for me. They whipped it up quickly and did a damn ﬁne job! We make a great underage, cartoon couple if I do say so myself… Thoughts?
Thanks to Josh and Dave at Chrome Hearts!!
Hop on. Hop off. The anxious energy always feels like deja vu, but this time it seemed a bit different. New notebook in bag, new task at hand, and new conﬁdence in check! I ﬁnally had a real purpose at fashion week this season as arm-candy to Teen Vogue editor-at-large Andrew Bevan, as well as host of the mag’s Fashions Night Out party. I was more than ready!
You can check out the whole adventure in the photo gallery.
See even more from my fashion week photo diary at Teen Vogue!
Ladies and gentlemen… well, probably mostly ladies… I’m ﬁnally the big 2-1 and I must say, man, it does feel good!
Now, I’m not exactly a party girl… in fact, I’m known to most of my friends as somewhat of a grandma, but it feels good to know I can ﬁnally legally attend my friends birthdays and weekend outings…not to mention, without the stress of what blogger or paparazzi may be lurking nearby. Throwing a big birthday bash has never been my style, but I ﬁgured it only seemed appropriate to go balls out for such an event, so I reached out to the most wild and outlandish party animal known around town, Mr. Jeffrey Beacher. Beacher and David Arquette recently partnered in creating a new theater at the Roosevelt Hotel called Beacher’s Madhouse, set to ofﬁcially open this Valentine’s Day. After hearing how eager I was for their spot to host my 21st, the boys were kind enough to open their doors well before their grand opening for mine and my castmate Jessica Stroup’s joint birthday celebration!
Since our birthdays fell only weeks before Halloween, we felt it should be highly encouraged that all guests wear any costume or eccentric get-up that tickled their fancy. Here are some pics from the evening’s escapades as documented on my dear friend Mark Hunter’s website, A.K.A. The Cobrasnake.