ROME / Kook Restaurant


''Cuccina'' (Kitchen).  ''Beviamo su'' (Let's drink).  “Matto, furioso e privo di buon senso è chi del pasto non gode ogni senso” (Crazy, insane and devoid of any common sense is someone who eats a meal without enjoying it with all of the senses).  Such are the not-so-subtle hints written on the walls of this bewildering venue designed by Noses Architects

Everything at Kook(ie?) is designed to arose your senses and have a good time.  From the Bianchi bicycle hanging on a wall to the ancient olive tree, (protected by a glass case), the traditional recipes to the most refined, and postmodern dishes on the menu, this resto will put at least one if not more of your senses in over-drive.

Via Cassia 2040
Roma, Italy 00123


FW14 INSPO / Candy Darling


When I happened upon a documentary about Andy Warhol's once superstar actress, Candy Darling, I became obsessed.  A stunning throwback to Marilyn Monroe, and a trailblazer for what we now know as trans women, Candy was caught between two moments in time.   As with most of his other protégés, this story of a Warhol Factory actor started and ended very tragically.  

Born James Lawrence Slattery in Forrest Hills, Queens, child to a mother bookkeeper and a violent alcoholic father, Candy explains that she always s felt as though he was trapped inside a man's body.  She begins cross-dressing at an early age and at the first opportunity she finds, Candy moves to New York in the early 1960's in search of acceptance and love (eventhough at that time, it was illegal to cross-dress in New York state -- she ends up spending several nights in jail).   Eventually Candy decides to pursue acting and meets Warhol in 1967 at an after-hours club.  

For the next few years, Candy becomes one of Warhol's prized possessions starring in several films including Flesh and Women In Revolt.  Despite all of this acclaim, Candy writes in her diary about the hardships of couch-surfing, of trying to date men and women and failing at both, and about her rejection by her family.  

But as was typical with most Warhol stars, Candy's flash in the pan in short-lived.  Even though she later goes on to star in some Hollywood and international movies alongside A-listers Jane Fonda and Sophia Loren, her fans eventually move on and she is left all alone to suffer through lymphoma to which she succumbs in 1974 at the ripe age of 29.

What inspired me for the Fall/Winter 2014 collection was her courage to be different, her sadness, her perseverance, her gender-bending, her brazenness, and her old world glamor style which was so reminiscent of my all-time favorite, Marilyn Monroe.

PHOTOGRAPHY / Toronto's Emerging Talent


We recently did a call out to all local up-and-coming photographers and were totally blown away by the level of talent and creativity that Toronto has to offer.  Unfortunately we could only select one photographer, so we wanted to share some of these diamonds in the ruff with you.  Here are our favorite artists.


MOMENT OF / Sweet Valley High


The Guardian recently ran a spread with a grainy, early 80's high-school-sports feeling replete with feathered hair, preppy V-neck sweaters, low-cut full piece swim suits, lots of socks, neoprene, and kilts.  Other than the fact that the models are donning duds from current day brands such as Rag & Bone, American Apparel, Chrisopher Kane and Victor & Rolf, it is a 100% throw-back to this bitchy era of snotty cheerleaders and popularity-obsessed teens.  Ahh, the memories.

WANT / bald head helmet


I had no idea where this helmet came from, who made it, or why. Not until I dug a little deeper, and found out that it was part of a larger collection of weirdly printed helmets designed by Igor Mitin, creative director of the brand agency GOOD!  So in case you didn't feel like looking like a balding semi-middle-aged man, you could opt for the equally slick look of a woman with a bob, a golf ball, human brains, an eight ball, or a nice round set of bum cheeks.

Read our post here about the BRAIDED HELMET.

OBSESSED / fluffy mules


Tibi mules made from fuzzy, brushed tweed.  So soft.  Purrr.

Leona Tweed Mules by TIBI

Remembering Studio 54


Sixteen years ago I moved to New York and started what has become a rich, long & winding road in the world of fashion.  I enrolled at F.I.T., moved into their dorms, fell head over heels in love with the city, and set out to rule the world.

Exactly two weeks later, I was invited to stay at a sprawling mansion somewhere in the Hamptons.  It was one of those large estate type of places with at least 20 bedrooms, a perfectly manicured property, a pool, and all kinds of empty rooms that seemed to serve no purpose.   I remember having my first drink out by the pool with a bunch of fun people I had never met before.  And that is the last clear memory I have of this weekend.

After being whisked around to a few beaches (all of them with some very steep admissions fees, none of which I had to pay), I then found myself at this insanely lavish ocean front mansion with an echelon of people that was quite creamy.  You could just feel the money pulsing through this company of people, most of whom were investment bankers, models and je-ne-sais-pas (people whose professions remained largely a mystery to me and to others).  Being a young fashion student, I was the odd-woman out.

Among one of these fabulous people was the legendary Carmen d'Alessio, a party promoter who, along with partners Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager, started Studio 54 and, well, the rest became history.  To quote Andy Warhol circa 1979 in London:  “Carmen has a list. Her list is worth a fortune. She has the names (spelled correctly), the addresses (summer, winter, city, and country), and the phone numbers (with area codes) of everyone beautiful, young, and loaded.”   

Here are some snaps of Carmen during her heyday.

Carmen stood out mostly because she seemed to be from another era.  An era of perpetual partying.  An era of total je-m'en-foue (I don't care).  An era that I did not yet know very well, although I knew already that I liked it.  In that moment I had no idea who she was nor about her involvement with Studio 54.  For some reason, Carmen immediately zeroed in on me.  Our conversation went something like this:

CDA: ''Hey, d'you got any bl*w?''

Me: ''No, sorry.'' 

CDA: ''So, where are you from?''

Me: ''I'm from Toronto.  Where are you from?''

CDA: Cackling under her breath, ''I am from everywhere, dahrling.'' Then she said hello to a few other guests and paused before saying, ''How many dreams do you have in your pocket?''

Me: ''Lots.'' I smiled.  ''What's your name?''

CDA: ''I am Carmen The Great.  D'you got any bl*w?''

Me:  ''No, sorry.''

CDA: She looks at me very seriously and says something I will never forget, ''Dreams are nice, but be careful.  I once knew someone who drowned in his dream.  Dreams can be dangerous.''  Shivers ran down my spine.  It was one of those moments when I did not fully understand the meaning behind what was said, other than I knew that it was important.  I wanted to ask her more questions, but something in the back of my mind held me back.

Many years later while vacationing on the Greek island of Folegandros, I read the book entitled 'The Last Party: Studio 54 Culture & The Culture Of The Night.'  Now, Carmen and her goonies were far from my mind, a forgotten memory of sorts.  But I could not put down this book.  It told the story about Steve Rubell and how he had put everything on the line -- his heart, his soul, his friendships, his health -- into the creation of what was for him a bubble containing everything that was good, pure and fun in the world, Studio 54, only to see it crumble beneath him and to be left to die all alone.   As I was reading this book, Carmen's words kept ringing in my ears.  I then realized that she had been referring to her late friend Steve who, incidentally, had fired her when things started going south.

I have always wished that I had been able to go to Studio 54 (note: I was still in diapers when their doors were open, thank you very much).  At least my experience with Carmen, all be it brief, made me feel like I had experienced even just a little slice of it.  Here are some epic snaps of those crazy days.

LOVE / Christy + Ed


Christy Turlington is once again the face of Calvin Klein Eternity, a mere 25 years later.  But now, the steamy factor has been amplified by infinity.  Because this time it is a video, and she is making out with her hot actor-director husband, Ed Burns.  The campaign, photographed by Inez and Vinoodh, takes place on a beach with Christy looking exactly as stunning as she did 25 years ago.

Watch the video below.  WARNING: might require cold shower afterwards.

PACKED / the cottage

I saw the most amazing movie on Netflix last weekend called The White Masai.  It is based on the book written by Swiss novelist Corinne Hoffman about her real life story of falling in love with an Afrian warrior (or masai) while on holidays with her boyfriend in Kenya.  She describes the unbelievable tale about how she leaves everything -- her fiancé, her posh Swiss lifestyle, and her clothing store which she had owned for nine years -- in order to track him down in some tiny bush village in the middle of nowhere.  She literally goes there without knowing whether or not he even remembered her!  Together they start a little life and family together, living in her in-law's cow dung hut where there is no electricity or water for miles.  Clearly, the cultural differences start taking their toll and the dream slowly starts to crunble...

Even though I already know how the story ends, I have become so obsessed with it that I am determined to read the book.  I need more details!  And so naturally, it will be coming with me to the cottage.  Here is what I will be packing with me.

Silk 'wave' slip dress, BROSE / Clear cat's eye sunglasses, MERCI / Blush bow bikini, KATE SPADE / Leather tote, MERCI / Gladiator sandals, MERCI / The White Masai by CORINNE HOFFMAN

OBSESSED / Valli Couture FW14


This pink overload look from Gambattista Valli's FW/14 Couture show last week in Paris is on my mind.    Although I don't normally go for pink wedding dresses, this one would be more than acceptable.... Ya, I could do it.

PS- there's the Vogue trio in front row: Grace / Anna / Hamish.

BUCHAREST / Bicycle Bar


Thanks to Bicycle Bar, you no longer have to send your old, tired bicycle to R.I.P. in a local dumpster.  That is, if you happen to be hanging out in Bucharest, Romania.  This fun, happy place in the center of the city has charged itself with the mission of recycling and reinventing old bicycles and their parts into modern and very functional furniture and design elements.  So things like: bar stools with curbed handles, wheels that become bar tops, light fixtures that look like bicycle night lights.  And now all painted in bright, happy colors like fire engine red, sky blue and sunny yellows.  And if this wasn't engouh -- the place has become a mecca for local artists & musicians  to set up workshops & exhibitions to promote contemporary art.  Too cool.

Strada Selari 2
Bucharest, Romania
4.00pm - 2.00am
Read more here