how soon is now?

Sipping on herbal tea over unapologetically honest conversation and gut wrenching laughter is typical of several tireless hours spent with one of my closest girlfriends (you know who you are). This time however, on a very cool, cloudy fall afternoon we opted to watch The Craft on VHS, for no other reason than to relinquish a past love affair with 90s teenaged drama and of course, to ridicule a certain ex-Party of Fiver’s acting (in)capabilities. It seems that every time I watch a childhood classic, I am horribly disappointed at myself for even thinking that I could enjoy it the same way I did a decade and a half ago. This time around, watching The Craft made me appreciate dark lipstick and even darker attire. I never thought I’d see the day when a campy, half-asked version of 90s goth could ever be revived and done well. Clearly I was mistaken.

A few 2009 fall staples that gesture at a time when sadly,

Doc Martens and baby berets dominated.

Alexander Wang, tights and a cropped jacket

Givenchy, head to toe sheer

Jean Paul Gaultier, bedazzled leather

Hairway to Heaven

I attended the Blooming Affair fashion show at the last minute. The event was fun, but the show itself was fairly predictable and drab, as it catered mainly to the Chatelaine woman. The clothing were mundane incarnations of fashion basics seen time and time again. With the exception of JBU, the clothing displayed very little, if any elements of contemporary fashion at all. The only beacon of light, and saving grace in my opinion, for the lackluster show, was the creative performance and design for Iris eyewear.

Mouths dropped in the solemn room full of conservative socialites, after edgy music queued the racy “Catwalk of Shame”. Middle aged women were in a fevered flurry over a scantily clad man wearing nothing but a bathing-suit (the size of an eye patch) and delicate female models parading about in oversized men’s dress-shirts, all adorned with a pair of chic designer sunglasses. I’m pretty sure the MC even had to summon the crowd to lower their voices after the lights dimmed and the Iris models left the stage. The person responsible for this masterpiece -- Neil Moser, a man who knows how to bring personality, presents and style to any room.

Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton 2009 Paris Fashion Week (left).

Neil Moser for Iris 2009 Kitchener Ontatio (right).

What can I say, great minds think alike.

Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon for my Oktoberfest sausage?

While traditionally, it's the celebratory event for Bavarian culture in Munich Germany, Oktoberfest in Kitchener marks the annual 19th birthday for every townie (and tourist). By this I am referring to the sole excuse to get completely ruined by suspiciously carbonated beer in fully lit auditoriums, while enduring polka music at obscene decibels. Where do I sign up?

Ah yes, one more thing, you can’t have Oktoberfest without flare. It’s as if every piece makes you that much more of a legit lederhosen-loving enthusiast.

So, I’ve concluded that being involuntarily immersed by this event every fall season, deludes your sense of judgment (and no, its not just my beer goggles at work). When I saw this picture of whowhatwear.com’s fashion muse of the month, I couldn’t help but wonder, “is it just me, or do those look like german sausages strewn about her snowy-white sweater?” Throw some sauerkraut on that b...

never too late

Finally, I have boarded the imminent blogging bandwagon. Why so late? Nope. Not laziness. It was the impartial satisfaction with my inconclusive answer to “what do I blog about?” that stood in my way. That, and for the longest time, to me too many blogs were just a “Dear Diary” type of outlet for anyone to divulge private information in the most public forum. So, I ruled them out. I’ve never kept a personal journal. They just always seemed too pretentious and cheesy for my lactose intolerance taste. I had to be sure that whatever my blog may or may not be, it was not going to resemble an updated rendition of an undoubtedly amateur myspace page. I must confess however, the blogs I love to loth (but secretly enjoy) visiting, are of the ostentatious flavour. Oddly enough, those were the ones that gave me the push forward I needed to begin one of my own. All I know is that I may not have a game plan, but one thing is certain, I promise you I won’t be that girl.