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The always fabulous Nicole of Oh Dina! has started a new project on her blog called Must Know Mondays. As Nicole is a super fabulous person, she knows a lot of super fabulous people and she wants to share them with you. You’re welcome.

I was super flattered when she told me that I was going to be the first Must Know on her blog. Me? Really? Awwwwww. You can click on the picture to read the full post. 

And then you should buy a turban. Obviously.

-S

Occasionally, super cool things happen to me. For instance, some photographs I took for Oh Dina! were featured on Plaid Magazine’s website the other day. Nicole of Oh Dina! excitedly told me a few days ago, but I was too busy at work to get excited myself. Later, I did a little happy dance. And now, I am sharing it all with you. 

You know, for bragging rights. This ain’t no humble brag, kids. It’s a full on brag.

Wham. 

PS - go buy lots of Oh Dina! pretties. Do it. 

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Possibly the best news to happen since, well, ever (really) is that my favourite millinery and hair accessories comany, Oh Dina!, has finally launched an online shop. OH YES THEY DID. I worked with Nicole of Oh Dina! over the summer as she was in the planning stages and could hardly wait for her fall launch. 

And then it happened a couple of weeks ago, but I was up to my eyeballs in work and couldn’t properly celebrate.

So, here it is, guys! Now there’s not excuse for why you don’t have one—or five—Oh Dina! pieces in your accessories collection. Seriously. Ya’ll need a turban. Right now.

Click here to shop your heart out.

S.

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Before I ran away from Toronto, I had time to do a look book shoot for one of my favourite people, Nicole of Oh Dina!. Oh Dina! is hands down one of the best millinery and hair accessories lines ever. EVER EVER. One more time: EVER EVER EVER. And I was super stoked to shoot something for Nicole’s fall collection.

I’ve been editing these beauties for the past few days and can’t resist sharing one with you. Ugh. I’m dying. Are you? Betcha didn’t think you could pull off a veil thinger with a leather jacket, did you? I also shouldn’t be allowed to talk about beautiful hand crafted hair accessories because I use words like “veil thinger”. 

The rest of the look book will be up soon. Prepare yourselves for the gorgeousness.

-S.

Hallo friends,

If you haven’t quite figured it out yet, I’m doing a bit of traveling over the next little while. I was away for much of the summer, and decided that “away” was a good state for the time being. It was a tough decision—because of my best friends and siana and working with Bicyclette and my favourite ice cream and home—but I love working at film festivals and want to do more of that. 

Anywho, I’ve re-opened my own tumblr to keep track of all of my film festival adventures. Feel free to follow along (the above image is a hyperlink, whoa). 

And, of course, whatever future magical projects I do work on with ana/siana will still be found here.

hugs and cupcakes,

S.

A couple of weekends ago, my friend Kate was in town from Toronto. I was all, “what would you like to do while you’re here?” and she was all, “do you like ice cream?” 

Do I like ice cream? I only have it printed on my business card. Actually. No, really: I’m not lying. My business card says “ice cream lover” on it. Because, duh. 

Kate elaborated and said that there was an ice cream festival happening over the weekend. Whoa, hold the phone. A festival? For ice cream? I didn’t even know such a thing existed, but obviously it exists in NYC because NYC is the greatest city ever. Now: with ice cream festivals.

The festival was down (dowwwnnnn) town in a market. And it was the greatest thing ever. We each had eight tickets which awarded us eight mini cones of ice cream from vendors of our choosing. Kate and I wandered around in a daze; it was so hard to choose. SO MANY FLAVOURS! SO MUCH AMAZING! 

Here’s what I ended up sampling:

Hay from Early Bird Cookery

The Fowl Triple” (three ice creams—well, custard technically, each made with a different egg: ostrich, quail, duck) from the Bent Spoon

Sweet Corn from Luca & Bosco

Bitter Almonds & Roasted Apricot from Il Buco Alimentari e Vineria

Fresh Nectarine sorbet from Van Leeuwen Artisan Ice Cream

Black Currant yogurt from Steve’s Ice Cream

Plum from Marlow and Sons

Goat Milk and Brown Sugar from Rouge Tomate

It was all amazing, but I think my favourite was the Fowl Triple, strangely enough. And yes, even the hay ice cream tasted amazing.

I wish it was ice cream festival every day.

S. 

Occasionally, super rad things happen to me. This time, I have Twitter to begrudgingly thank for hooking me up with a film blogging gig for the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF). 

Yeah, you read right: ME bloggering about MOVIES for TIFF. I should probably bold that sentence for an even more dramatic effect, but, alas, I’m too lazy. 

Anyway, I’m on a team with a bunch of other super rad people. I like to pretend that we’re like the Planeteers, except when our powers combine there’s no Captain Planet—just awesome movies. (But I still call dibs on being Wheeler.) The team is blogging specifically about the amazing films in the Vanguard programme. There. I wasn’t too lazy to bold it that time. Happy? 

Click here to check out all the films from Vanguard. If you don’t feel like clicking, I’ll toss out some buzz words to entice you: provocative, sexy, possibly dangerous, ice cream.  

And click here for the official TIFF Vanguard blog. This is where you’ll find everything to keep you in the know for all things Vanguard during TIFF. Kubrick conspiracies? Check. Norwegian chicks with tails? Check. Possessed children? Mother fucking check.

S.

On Saturday, I went to go visit my lovely friend, Margaret. She lives out on Long Island, so I went out to have myself a super authentic Long Island Day. We had bagels and went to the library and guess what! Robert Pattinson was there! Who knew vampires could read.

We also went to this magical place called The Arbotorium. Except it’s actually called an arboretum. I just think “arbortorium” sounds way more bad ass. In case you are wondering, The Arbortorium is a place for quiet reflection and tree-ish contemplation. It’s not a state park in the usual sense. Which is what the sign said. 

And then we went to the beach! I learned about how dunes are birthed and Margaret and I waited and watched to see if any dunes were being birthed while we were there, but no pregnant dunes could be found. There was also a lighthouse. It cost $7 to climb to the top, so we just stared at it for free. 

For dinner, we went to this very tasty BBQ place. They kept a roll of paper towels right on the table. And the women’s bathroom had naked pig art. Just imagine Chippendales dancers as pigs. You’re welcome.

Also, I met a bunch of Margaret’s friends and they are all awesome and one of them sounds exactly like Charlie Day except I wasn’t allowed to say anything about it to his face. BUT HE TOTALLY DID. 

So—to recap—in order to have a super authentic Long Island Day, you must: eat bagels, go to the library, frolic in the Arbortorium (pony optional, but recommended), learn about dune births, and eat too much pulled pork. Got it? 

-S

Given that I’m starting to get comments like “a good one” and “best of” on my convex mirror pictures, I think my Instabuddies are starting to figure out that I love taking pictures in convex mirrors. (I also apparently don’t know the difference between “concave” and “convex”, because I had it wrong the first time. Oops; thanks Curtis.) Let’s try this again, shall we? …  But can you blame me? They’re all con-like and vex-y. That made zero sense. But life isn’t fair, sweetheart, and sometimes things don’t make sense. This paragraph can be added to the long list of things that don’t make sense, along with the entire Spy Kids franchise, Canadian Hershey’s chocolate, and those weird shoes with the separated toes. 

-S

j, meet me in montauk.

James,

I lost your lanyard.

I was rushing to the train, and I thought that I was going to miss it. After waiting around Montauk for six hours just for this train, I really didn’t want to taste the bitter shame of missing it. (Wait, so how did you miss a…

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No jokes about my name.

I’m writing this from the beach in Montauk, New York. The sun is rising and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

…Is what I would have said if I had actually brought my laptop with me to Montauk Beach. But, guys, my laptop is really heavy. And I…

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Bicyclette August look book

Bicyclette August look book 

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