i’m now one of the very few people who can say they lived through Snowmageddon: East Coast Ain’t Playin’ 2013, so i’m calling this one Snowbound! Frozen Polka-Dot Dreams. see if you can spot me somewhere in the whiteout.
greetings from Toronto, where i’m still digging myself out of a wintry grave: sweater by Acne, skirt by Steven Alan, tights by House of Holland, bag by Alexander Wang, boots by Rachel Comey.
i blog from Toronto, but mostly about other places. warmer, fashionier places. i am the DJ sometimes, i am what i play. i have no reason to talk about the books I read, but still I do. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. my eyes are consistently bigger than my paycheques. i am trying to stop talking and wanting so much and wondering if this will help. this is a blog dedicated to the fashion i can and can't afford, narrated by Morrissey.