Topshop coming to Toronto's Ossington St!

My love of Topshop is no secret. Here on this blog, there are plenty of posts about this hallowed merchant of cheep n' cheery fashion. Indeed, my wedding dress, a white cotton lace wrap-style dress with a black sash, was from Topshop.

So today I sent up a cheer when I found out, courtesy of the Toronto Star, that Topshop will be testing the market in Toronto by opening a boutique-within-a-boutique on Ossington's Jonathan + Olivia. And who says no one reads newspapers anymore?

This is pretty thrilling news. The only probs is, I think I'm too old for Topshop now. I would really argue it's for twentysomethings. And now that I'm thirtysomething (oh tears, tears), well, let's just say that open-back tops and sparkly minis just aren't my thing.

I'm still going to check it out though. Topshop launches June 19, 2010 in Toronto.

GQ (and other magazine) word overuse alert: Sartorial

The Sartorialist. Sartorial. Sartorially speaking.

Please, can we stop the mad overuse of this word? I think I read it in editorial about four times as relates to the upcoming Sex and the City 2. Just saw it about twice in one back issue of GQ (Johnny Depp on the cover).

I'm all about punching up boring text with a well-placed $5 word, but really, the use of "sartorial" is getting out of hand. It's catching me unawares everywhere. In a gossip blog, in women's mags, in men's mags. It's not even a nice word. It's got slithery, sarcastic cadence. It doesn't look nice either...all those squiggly S's.

Sartorial. Just say no.

Lindsay Lohan to "work" at Ungaro. Are you kidding me?

Has April Fool's come early? Why is Lindsay Lohan, of all half-dressed badly dressed orange people now an artistic advisor for the once-esteemed house of Emanuel Ungaro?

I haven't blogged in a long time, but this news item was just baiting me.

Surely, Lindsay Lohan loves fashion. But she also loves wearing leggings nonstop, and using Twitter as a forum for airing her dirty laundry with sometime girlfriend Sam Ronson.
She is not fashiony. She has ceased to be fashiony for a long, long time. Girlfriend is a hot mess.

Ugh. I feel nauseous. Poor old Esteban Cortazar, he either booted it or quit when this trainwreck came aboard.

My glam life as a mom

I'm a mom now. That's why I haven't blogged in what seems, to me anyway, like a lifetime. I'm sitting here with hair in a lopsided unkempt ponytail in mismatched pyjamas hoping my six-month old, who has commandeered about half of my king-size bed greedily sucking on a pacifier, doesn't wake up. This is glamour, people.

Any new discussion about fashion right now necessitates some mention of the recession, doesn't it? An era of frivolity has passed, and in many ways, I can't say I mourn it.

I'm not sure if this coincides with my new status as a parent, but it seems like everyone can breathe a little now. That latest, greatest purchase you were itching to buy can wait a bit. Those cute shoes, that new jacket beckoning...well, it just seems like good fiscal sense to hold off.

So, in a recession, is fashion dead?

Never.

Classics. Less is more. Work what you already have.

Or just sit around all day in old sweatpants, like moi.

Karlo...you so crazy!

Sometimes I read something so crazy it makes me cackle out loud, using my cackle-laugh, not my giggling or somewhat-amused laugh. The cackle laugh is ugly.

I will not pretend to have dug up this little nugget myself...I found it on the (in my opinion) bestest gossip blog around, laineygossip.com, that is. These little diamonds are outta the mouth of none other than Karl Lagerfeld himself, in an interview tih the Sunday Times:

“They sent a private jet. I said, ‘It’s too small. I need a bigger plane.’ It’s fun, no?”

“I buy my shoes a size too small. I like the way it feels.”

“I have no problem with journalists – many are friends. Only if they are really stupid, or if they’ve got bad breath, or if they smell. Yesterday [after the Chanel couture show] I had a problem. I said, ‘I’m sorry, you’ve got to tell this woman that she needs to be taken away. Her smell is not possible.’ ”

"I don’t need meetings. I’m only interested in my own opinion anyway."

Gems! Gems! These are all gems!

He buys his shoes small cause he likes the way it feels. It's so masochistic, so insane, so, so, so...Karl!

I worship Karl Lagerfeld, he is too brilliant for words.

Christian Bale in Armani PLUS his hot wheels

Scottie N. sent this image to my inbox this morning (a huge thank you for that!). How did he know I was scouring the internet yesterday for quite such a thing?

All I have to say about it is:

OMG. OMG. Oh. My. God.

Words. Words. I have no words.

I need to sit and be quiet for a while.

Christian Bale in Armani

I'm so excited! The sublime Christian Bale is decked out in hand-tailored Giorgio Armani gear in the latest Batman flick, due out this weekend.

Just for the record, I will faithfully battle the weekend summer blockbuster crowds and line up to see this movie, 6 months pregnant and all, because I want to see him in his Armani suits.

And I don't even give a rat's fanny about Batman.

Would write more, friends, but my mind is too addled with thoughts of Christian Bale dressed to the nines as billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne.

Hubba!!!!