Wish | Do over…

Oh wait, where was this dress 2 years ago? Although I guess I would have had to have gotten a visit from height fairy 33 years ago in order to wear it…

Dress - Perfection

Dress – Valentino Haute Couture

#tbt | 2 years ago, I wore…

#weddingofthecentury

Ok fine, our wedding was one of many held that Saturday in Montreal and apart from our friends and family, no one knew or really cared about it. Still, it was to this day my finest sartorial moment…

Oh, and marrying Habibi was pretty epic too!

Wedding dress – Paloma Blanca

Wedding dress – Paloma Blanca
Wedding shoes – Manolo Blahnik

Wedding dress – Paloma Blanca
Suit – Banana Republic

P.S. Thanks again Fusion Photography for capturing this milestone.

The tale of a reformed overpacker

It happened on the second day of my honeymoon: I was was getting ready for a day trip to Hilo when I realized that three-quarter of the items I had packed were not Hawaii-appropriate. Actually, they were all appropriate: for instance my beloved Manolos, but only if I had had plans to go for cocktails or fancy dinners every evening. But since our plans consisted of things like checking out the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and swimming with turtles and manta rays – ok, these two were solely my husband’s plans – I didn’t need high heels or cocktails dresses. And since it was scorching hot outside, all I really needed were a couple t-shirts, a pair or 2 of shorts, 2-3 bathing suits and some flip-flops. As Habibi had hinted, him and I could have shared a suitcase and avoided the added baggage fee. But I didn’t listen and packed everything that I owned that was summery, cute and in another shade than black.

You think that I would have learnt my lesson after having to pay $50 in service charges for excess baggage. I didn’t. Over the holidays, I had so many things in my suitcases that, on our way back home from Los Angeles, I had to ask my brother to put some of my purchases in his suitcase.

Anyhow, I’m really trying to become a reformed overpacker and that’s why when I went up North a couple weekends ago my bag looked like this:

Good, no? Granted, I was going to the country and only sleeping there 1 night…

Therefore, the true test will be my upcoming trip to New York City, because it’s one thing to scale things down when going to the country, it’s a whole other when going to the big Apple. Here’s my game plan: I’ve been meaning to give the popular 5-piece French wardrobe concept a try for a while now – it sounds like torture, but so does chemically straightening one’s hair and yet I do it every month. Anyhow, this time packing will be all about true quality pieces and not quantity. Plus, I also really want to avoid doing that thing I always do: buying new clothes before going on a trip even though shopping is always on the itinerary when I’m traveling abroad. And finally, since I highly doubt that I’ll be the one to impress New Yorkers, why should I even try?

Here’s to being a light packer! I’ll definitely keep you posted on my success. Or failure.

P.S. Looks like Garance Doré and I have yet another thing in common.

The In Crowd…

Yesterday, I received this from The Net Set:

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Oh my, I just made it seem like I was hand-picked to be part of the “in” crowd. I wasn’t. I had to beg to be let in, well the 2015 version of begging: when you have to download an app, leave your email address and then wait and see if you”ll be accepted by whatever select club you want into. I highly doubt that Poppy Delevingne or Julia Restoin Roitfeld pleaded to be let in, only to be made to wait while a committee pondered on whether or not their admittance would be granted. Everyone knows that if you have to beg, you don’t belong. Which probably explains why I  had to wait. In fact, I had to wait so long that I had actually forgotten that I had asked to be considered for entry into this social network. So upon reading the email, I asked myself: “Why? Why do you even want to be a part of this?”. Instagram and Pinterest should be enough: I get to see what the beautiful people are doing and wearing. I get to daydream and imagine what my Fall wardrobe will look like. So really, why do I need to see what people are “browsing (and buying) from Net-a-Porter’s current stock”? Especially since we all know that I can’t compete on that level…

But have no fear, I got over the self-doubt really quickly and activated the code: I might not be on the market for a new Fendi Peekaboo tote, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t be – ahem – happy when someone else buys one.

Haute Couture or The Epitome of Luxury

Couture Fashion Week came to an end yesterday and although I’m not a big fan of Haute Couture, Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli, with their Valentino show, managed to change my mind.

Haute Couture, on paper, has all the markings of something that I would love: it is constructed by hand from start to finish, made from the highest quality most expensive fabric and sewn with an extreme attention to detail. And then, it is finished by the most experienced, most capable sewers in the industry. Still, I don’t care much for it. Quite frankly, usually, I don’t get half of what I’m looking at: I feel like everything too intricate and those high-quality, really expensive fabrics are often so unusual that make for very eccentric and somewhat bizarre outfitsI know that Haute Couture is fashion at his purest and that it’s an experience. But I have no use for it in my life: can you image me wearing one of those gowns at my students’ graduation ceremony? Or at your wedding? Talk about upstaging the bride.

And then I saw pictures of the Valentino show, titled Mirabilia Romae – The Marvels of Rome. Simple, ethereal, the epitome of luxury.

Photo by Tamu McPherson

Photo by Tamu McPherson

Photo by @leeoliveira

Photo by Justin Shea

Photo by Justin Shea

Photo by @leeoliveira

Photo by @leeoliveira

Photo by @leeoliveira

That show made me want to take a look at the other Haute Couture shows and I get it now. Well no, what I should say is that I get it a bit more now.

And I’m actually looking forward to the next Couture Week.