After one month of hysterically following fashion month, my brain has officially shut down. That’s the only way I can explain the struggle I had with the title: since all “rue” titles were already taken I had to opt for avenue which wasn’t honestly so hard considering my house is sandwiched between two avenues but the 10 minutes of staring at the screen after that revelation (l’avenue chic? l’avenue de chic? l’avenue des chics? all the french lessons down the drain) was certainly a lot of fun. So I’m going to go very basic from now on: Fashion week, yes. Paris, good. Street style, very good. Lots of them. Enjoy.
One is not enough. It’s never enough in Montreal. Two shirts, two socks, two coats, two scarves. Thinner one to cover around your neck and chest, wool one for your ears and face. Besides it’s possible that you will keep on freezing when you sit down so the wool scarf should also function as a shawl. More layers you wear less regretful you will be. Don’t forget, two will always do.
They’re back! One item of clothing that haunted my childhood and distorted my perception on trousers in general, the ski pants are back. And together with oversize knits, super chunky footwear (rubber+wooden soled flatform oxfords, tell me if it gets any repugnant than that) and linear tie dye; it’s like a chicified journey down the memory lane. One added bonus is the flippy zip details, giving the subtle classics the dimension and movement they deserve. The sexy factor within all these repelling? Super mini rope draped dresses that you should brace yourselves to see everywhere.