The Last Days of Summer

[Hello everyone, I’m back! Did you miss me? I wound up going on an unplanned hiatus but have now returned with a new look on the blog and new content! I’ve yet to determine if I will be posting weekly again, but my goal is to produce more high-quality content if I take more time in between posts. Stay tuned to this channel.]

When you’re a kid, the last days of summer are the worst. All you do is attempt to squeeze as much adventure and fun out of waning time while avoiding an onslaught of back-to-school advertisements that seem to keep coming earlier every year. You stay out later, see your friends more or laze around the house more. You relax with desperation. You are utterly inconsolable when your parents take you to Staples for new pencils.

As an adult, my calendar has changed from the September-June focus I’ve known for the majority of my life. It’s still hard to get used to. Every September I feel like I need to be doing something, that something’s missing. That feeling has manifested in hair or wardrobe changes, but it still doesn’t sit right.

What I’ve been trying to do this year is experience the last days of summer the way they’re meant to be experienced: languidly and luxuriously. As someone who generally loathes certain qualities of summer (heat, bugs, everyone wanting to go the beach) and relishes the transition to fall (it’s the best season don’t @ me) I’ve been genuinely enjoying this tail end of summertime. And for me, this enjoyment resulted in a wave of inspiration. One of the reasons I had taken such a long break from the blog was a complete lack of post ideas and loss of confidence in my style. I wasn’t sure how or when to continue. Maybe it’s the amount of folk music I’ve been listening to, or the amount of gin and tonics I’ve been drinking, but August somehow sparked my creativity again, into making a lookbook.

I wanted to create outfits that represented this time of year. To me, the haze of August heat and the buzz of cicadas create a fever dream in shades of gold and burt orange, and I wanted my colour palette to reflect that. It’s still intensely hot and humid here in Ontario, but fall is coming, and for me that combination results in an odd feeling of utter laziness with expectation. The silhouettes range from wide and billowing to short and structured, all worn while squinting into the burning sun.

And that’s all of the inspiration that came into this end of summer lookbook. Enjoy.



Jumpsuit — Oak + Fort

Bralette — Victoria’s Secret (Similar)

Sandals —  Heel Boy (Similar)

Short Necklace — Anthropologie

Long Necklace — Etsy

Bracelet — Oak + Fort

Watch — Vintage



Dress — Kiss the Sky (via Asos)

Sneaks — Converse

Choker — Urban Outfitters (Similar)

Sunnies — Anthropologie

All rings from Victoire and Urban Outfitters



Tee — Free People

Skirt — Vince Camuto (Similar)

Hat — Rag & Bone

Sandals — Heel Boy (Similar)

Necklace — Etsy

All rings from Victoire and Urban Outfitters

Bloor Street Noir

A night out in Toronto isn’t always expensive drinks in Kensington or long dinners at the best places downtown. In fact, if you’re me, nights out are rarely that and more closely resemble something halfway between college tomfoolery and hipster-because-we’re-broke activities.

One of my favourite things to do in the city is see live music. At any given night, in any given location, someone’s band is playing a gig. You can find the events all over Facebook and Twitter. Even with all the festivals we see in the summer set aside, there’s so much music happening in this place, and for me, it’s always a matter of deciding, “fuck it, I’ll go.”

That’s how I wound up going to see Milky Chance in concert with my friend Clare (also the photographer for this post). We had made a split-second decision over Facebook to go weeks before the show, and I promptly forgot about it until just days beforehand.

Naturally, as the event approached, the crucial question of, “what am I gonna wear?” came up.

My problem with concerts is I usually try too hard to look like I’m not trying too hard to look cool. You feel me? You want to somehow achieve the same level of unaffected-coolness as the bearded, tattooed bartenders that serve you $8 beers.

I went with a classic: high waisted jeans (the MOST COMFORTABLE jeans) and a black tee. Boots. Black coat. I needed something a little extra and boom, red lipstick. It’s not fancy but it definitely works for the setting.


And this was our setting: a packed concert at Lee’s Palace and a walk down a rainy, slippery Bloor St. on a Saturday night. Between the blacked-out windows at Honest Ed’s and the neon “open” signs of bubble tea shops and Korean barbecue restaurants, the whole thing felt Noir-esque to me somehow, like I was waiting for a man in a trench coat to come out of an alleyway and hand me a blank envelope.


I’ve been listing to too many mystery podcasts. (You should all be listening to Rabbits, btw.)


But as Clare and I made our way to a bubble tea joint, I proclaimed, “Take my picture in this alleyway.” And then with the lime-green walls inside the aforementioned bubble tea joint.



I didn’t use my good camera, the pictures aren’t high-quality, but sometimes a night is just that. It’s getting sweaty at a show, getting soaked and cold in the rain, laughing your ass off in a lime-green bubble tea shop and taking the subway home at the end of it all.

And that, kids, was a good night out.


Coat – Topshop (Similar)

Tee – Stateside (Similar)

Jeans – AG

Boots – Shoe the Bear


My Favourite Toronto Shops

I am, by no means, an expert on anything Toronto. I still take transit like a tourist, have no idea how to interpret true Torontonian directions (North-West?? The hell??) and don’t know any of the cool bars nearby.

However, I have lived here for about seven and a half months now, and naturally one of the first things I did upon arrival was to discover all the cool independent shops Toronto has to offer. (To compare, I grew up in Kingston, where it was a massive deal when we got an Urban Outfitters.)

If finding alternatives to chain stores if your thing, then Toronto has seemingly endless possibilities. From local zines to  menswear to accessories, we’ve got it all.

And while it will take me a long time to visit every small shop and boutique around, I do have a list of the favourites I have managed to visit in my short time here.

(A lot of these places are in the west end, solely for the reason that they’re near my neighbourhood.)

Victoire – 129A Ossington Ave.

I was introduced to Victoire back in Ottawa. I stumbled across it entirely by accident while traipsing through the Byward Market and I fell a little bit in love with the gorgeous clothing and jewellery. Not to mention, Canadian content.

Victoire sells womenswear and accessories designed by independent Canadian designers and most of the products are manufactured in Canada. Because of this, the price point is higher, but you pay for the quality and source of the items.

Birds of North America, Darling and Stay Home Club are just a few of the dozens of Canadian brands they carry.

The store in Toronto on Ossington in particular, is on the cutest little strip with ridiculously hip shops and restaurants. Arguably too cool an end of town for me to enter.

Tribal Rhythm – 248 Queen St. W


Let me break it down for you: vintage stores are either like entering an eccentric aunt’s car trunk or your grandmother’s walk-in closet. Both of these options are appealing to me for different reasons and Tribal Rhythm is definitely the latter.

The store is carefully curated, so instead of picking through a massive store for hours to find the best things, the best things are already set aside for you. I have had some sick finds here, including a Clueless-esque plaid blazer, a vintage Lacoste jacket and a hilariously inappropriate anti-drugs t-shirt. There’s also a selection of gloriously luxe faux-fur coats that I moon over every time I’m in the store.

There’s mens and women’s clothing, accessories and a selection of dresses specially set aside by decade. There are dresses from the 1940s. I shit you not. I would probably own all of them if I had a tiny waist. Alas.

Black Market Clothing – 256 Queen St. W

Black Market is the other option of vintage store. You know, aunt’s trunk. Or uncle’s.

I did just talk up the fantastic curation of Tribal Rhythm, but there’s also something to be said for getting lost in the massive basement that is Black Market and somehow spending hours looking through endless racks of clothing.

And everything is ridiculously cheap. I’ve found leather jackets there for $10, and they only had one small rip in the lining each. I’ve bought t-shirts for a couple of dollars apiece. And there are so many mom jeans. Mom jeans as far as the eye can see. It is truly beautiful. There’s also a barber shop in the back, which, when I first saw it was so odd and out of place that it just somehow worked.

Basically, Black Market is the best and I know if I had grown up in Toronto, I would have lived in this place throughout high school.

Likely General – 389 Roncesvalles Ave.

Likely General was another place I stumbled across completely by accident.

Here’s the situation: I had been sent down to Roncesvalles by my mom to pick something particularly festive and German from a particularly German shop. (The Old Country Shop, to be specific.) While I was on this mission, I realized that section of Roncesvalles was another delightfully quirky Toronto strip filled with a variety of national cuisines, a Church and the Likely General.

Just looking in the window I thought that this store would be my kind of place. Upon entering, I was greeted by a massive, smiley dog and I knew for sure it was my kind of place.

Likely General is another small store filled with local goodies. From zines to tees to tarot cards, the majority of the merch is Toronto-based and everything I came across had a bit of a feminist flair to it. It truly was my kind of place and honestly, I can’t wait to go back. Firstly, to spend more time checking out the zines and secondly, to pet that dog.

Outclass – 1122 College St.

Outclass is the type of menswear brand that the really cool guys wear. Their shop on College is the type of store where, if I had a boyfriend, I would either make him shop there or buy him gifts only from there.

The brand Outclass is sold at a number of locations in Toronto and across Canada, but the small boutique on College is a pretty sick place to pop into.

To put it simply, it’s the goddam coolest menswear store I’ve found yet. I can’t say too much else about menswear, but I desperately need an excuse to shop there, so fellas hit me up.

Northwood General Store – 800 Bloor St. W

Northwood General Store is quintessential Canadiana, but the hip, stylish version. Outdoorsy, minimalist, leather (or faux leather) goods and some awfully covetable accessories.

Not everything at the Northwood General is Canadian-made, but the selection is just so good. They’ve got Matt + Nat, BauXo and No Fun Press, who, by the way, have made one of my favourite t-shirts of all time.

If you’re in desperate need for some quirky and cool gifts for your quirky and cool friends, this is absolutely the place to go.

The Dot – 687 Bloor St. W

As I write this, I’m starting to realize I stumbled across most of these places by accident. The story with The Dot isn’t super glamorous, but it is absolutely true.

One night I walked home from an evening of sweaty dancing at Dance Cave. It was around two in the morning and it was during the summer. Kids, don’t do this unless you have a buddy with you.

The point of this story is I passed by The Dot and saw some hella cute stuff in the window. I made a mental note and also an actual note in my phone of the address so I could check it out later.

The Dot carries the clean, minimalist womenswear style that I’ve been trying to achieve for years. The clothing is structured and simple and the accessories are equally minimalist and beautiful.

If you’re looking to update your look to something fresh, this is a pretty good place to start.






Rain & Another First Day

On the first day of my new job, it rained. Or rather, it poured.

Initially I took this as a bad sign, mostly because the cool shoes I wanted to wear to impress everyone can’t get too wet, so I threw those suckers into a bag and wore rain boots.

I just thought, is this the way to start a new job?

And since it was raining, I had to take my outfit pictures indoors. I cursed the heavens silently.

I was, of course, being overdramatic, a very on-brand quality if I do say so myself. My first day was fine. It rained really hard, and my first day was fine.

This new job is still not a grown-up job. I consider a grown-up job the day I get a pension plan and for-real vacation time. No, this job lands me back in the Wonderful, Wacky World of Retail. I’m back, bitches.

I’ve officially retired my ice-cream scoop for cooler shoes. Tips for staff discounts. Screaming children for screaming adults. So it goes.

Retail can be the absolute worst, but since my heart belongs to clothes, I have a feeling I’ll be much better off here than at the ice cream parlour. Free ice cream is good. A 60% off discount is real good.

So what does one wear on the first day of a retail job? One that has a struct dress code and is in a pretty nice end of town?


Denim, obviously.

Listen up kids: I stand by what I said on one of the first posts for this goddam blog. Somehow you have to try, but not look like you’re trying too hard. I wore jeans. Now, according to the dress code of my new workplace, I have to ~elevate~ the denim. I have to make it more ~fashionable~.


Plus, these jeans from Urban Outfitters are so comfortable and fit so well that I’m wearing them all over the dang place.


To me, this clearly meant I needed to don a simple blouse and my heeled old-man shoes.


To be fair, once I put this look together, I actually really liked it. Probably will be repeating it in the near future. It also passed the true test, which was I spoke with multiple managers and no one said I wasn’t adhering to the code. Success.

Outfit Details

Blouse: Topshop

Jeans: Urban Outfitters

Shoes: Asos

Watch: Daniel Wellington

Rings: Topshop and Aldo


Natasha Does TURF

Split-second decisions sometimes yield great things. Last Friday was proof of that.

My sister came across a deal from Blundstone to get day passes for TURF at a discounted cost. We decided right then and there to go, but only picked one day. Friday. My sister could see Explosions in the Sky and I could see James Bay. Done and done.

Turns out, those VIP passes were cheaper than general admission the day of. They also, somehow, got us access to the front of stage area-extra VIP-so I could embarrass myself right smack in front of the performers. (I did NOT cry during James Bay but I screamed a lot and kept getting side-eyed by security. Which was, you know, fair.)


RIP Natasha, died this day the 16th of September due to James Bay exposure

It was a little strange. Having gone to Osheaga, I’m used to having to either camp out for hours at the front of the stage or nearly literally fight someone, or probably both, to get a good spot. When Explosions in the Sky were on, the crowd wasn’t huge. We wandered over to the front of stage area and hung out with maybe a dozen other people. As far as music festivals go, it was bewildering.

Other than the great performances, my sister and I made it our mission to sample from as many food trucks as possible. In the span of a few hours, I ate mac and cheese, an ice pop, vegan ice cream and a beaver tail. There were no regrets until the next day. Then there were a few regrets.

I wore what I consider to be “festival attire” – the mild version. A look that says, “Hey I’m here to listen to some cool music because I too am cool” with a side of “I copied this entire look from Instagram.”


I wore boots because 1) they are the most superior footwear and 2) the most protective when there’s garbage and drunk people around.


It was a disgustingly perfect day for a music fest: warm but not too warm, a gorgeous sunset and a cool evening. I had to steal my sister’s scarf while waiting in line but she came prepared.


Sisters, doing it for themselves

TURF was probably one of the most low-key music festivals I have ever been to. If I’m being honest, it was a really nice change from the complete insanity of big-ticket shindigs. Those weekends have their time and place, but so do fests like TURF, where it really is all about listening to some good music. And eating. Obviously.


Top: Zara (Not available!) – Similar

Backpack: Zara (Not available!) – Similar

Jeans: Urban Outfitters

Boots: Zara (Not available!) – Similar

Sunglasses: Black Market Vintage

Watch: Daniel Wellington

Choker: Urban Outfitters


Moving Part 2 & Making Due

As far back as I can remember, September has alway signified a new start more than New Year’s Day. Every single September, since I was four years old going to kindergarten, I’ve started a new year of school, with new classmates, new subjects to learn and, of course, new clothes.

This September, I’m not going back to school, and it’s freaking me out. A lot. I went to Walmart last week to buy some items for the house and upon nearly being tackled by the mother of a college student in the storage aisle, realized that I was no longer one of them. My life as a student is over. Or at least suspended.

This September, I still find myself in the midst of a few changes, the biggest one being that I moved again. On Wednesday the 31st of August, I waved goodbye to my College Street apartment and hello to my new place further west in Toronto.


The old place.


With the help of a U-Haul van I named Byron, I moved all of my things over the course of the morning. By the end of it all, I was sweaty and my arms were sore. The next day I couldn’t lift anything higher than shoulder height, which was simultaneously hilarious and sad.


The new place, in the midst of battle.

It’s been five days, and I haven’t unpacked everything. Not gonna lie, I’ve also just put off properly moving in because I don’t even have everything here. Most of my fall/winter wardrobe is still hanging out in Kingston, and since we’re heading into that time of year, somehow I need to get that down here ASAP.

But this is where I am: half-moved in, re-adjusting to a new neighbourhood, again, and trying to get one day off from work so I can bring the rest of my crap down.


Slightly moved in.

Aside from my ~very glamorous~ magazine gig, I have an actual paying job at an ice cream shop. It’s pretty thankless work, as most positions in the service industry are, but it’s work, and that can be pretty hard to come by these days.

I’ve had a few jobs in the service industry, mostly in retail, and every time I served those who work the 9-5s, those with pensions and stable paycheques and long weekends off I would look at them in awe. Those who bask in everything the light touches. In my mind, that was always the best place to be, though I know those jobs aren’t without their own problems.

Before, I felt I had an excuse because I was still in school, but now having graduated, I immediately felt the pressure to land a proper, grown-up job. It’s not that easy, of course. I studied journalism in school. My nepotism game is weak, so it’s either get really lucky or make your own job.

After graduation, I immediately began comparing myself to the most successful graduates from my year. It was inevitable, because those are the only people you see anything from on Facebook, other than every freakin’ person who’s travelling to Iceland lately. I felt inadequate. I felt like a failure, like I didn’t prepare myself while I was in school for the time after it. I didn’t do enough internships. I didn’t network enough. These thoughts constantly swirled in my head and have made me apply to communications jobs with an alarming fervour.

This is the reality: life after graduation is hard. It’s hard to get a job (if you’re in arts anyway, I couldn’t tell you about the science or engineering fields). It’s even harder to get a job you really like. It’s hard to make friends when you live in a different city than where you went to school. It’s hard to find an apartment. And it’s hard to feel like you need to defend your current situation to anyone who asks, “What is it that you do?” (The truth is you don’t. You really don’t.)

Learning not to compare yourself to others is a lifelong task. The proverbial Jonses, in whatever form they plague you in, are always just visible in your peripheral. What needs to be realized is we’re all moving at different paces. We’re all a bunch of monkeys trying our best in this life.

This is only the fourth month I’ve been outside of school. As much as I would like to waltz into my dream job, it won’t happen. I haven’t been in the job-hunting game for long. You need to work hard and do your time working crappy jobs until you make it. The most reassuring thing to hear is that, at the end of it all, you will make it, but I can’t guarantee that for myself. I have no idea what’ll happen in the next year, even in the next few months, but until then I need to keep sending out desperate cover letters and working the service industry like a goddam pro.


What I Wore: TOM Opening Party

Because the editor of the magazine I work for is a superstar, I was lucky enough to be able to attend the opening party for Toronto Men’s Fashion Week, or TOM.

I haven’t attended many (or any at all) fashion parties yet in my life, so naturally I was really excited but also rather nervous. I wasn’t sure how to act, or what to wear.

I wanted to look nice, but I didn’t want to look like I was trying to hard. I wanted to be on trend, but not ~trendy~. I ended up settling on a monochrome outfit that’s honestly not the most flattering on my figure, but it was comfortable and I loved the full look it created. The culottes with the sandals were a bit basic, but I felt were on-trend enough, would keep me cool in the heat and would assure there would be no unfortunate falls in front of the fashion elite of Toronto.

I was definitely more casually dressed than some there, but the thing about fashion week is you find all kinds of outfits and I love it.

These pictures were taken on Sam’s balcony, as it provided the perfect Toronto background for photo ops.

I didn’t wear a designer label, I didn’t wear anything from Saks Fifth Avenue, because honestly, working as a freelance journalist and blogger doesn’t really allow for that kind of lifestyle. Not yet, anyway.







Top: American Apparel

Trousers: Oak + Fort (Similar)

Shoes: Seychelles (Similar)

Watch: Daniel Wellington

Rings are all from Urban Outfitters

Lipstick is the Stila Stay All Day liquid lipstick in the colour Beso

Of course, I had to include some selfies from the actual party. Alcohol was on the house before 10 p.m., so I may have indulged in some glasses of wine.


It was a great time at a great party. As one of my first forays into the world of fashion parties and events, I’d say it was a pretty good start.





Styling Trousers for Summer

If you are like me, and are a human furnace, you also probably balk at the idea of wearing trousers in the summertime. Because, come on. I can’t even wear pyjama pants to bed in the winter. I get way too warm and end up stripping down. During the summer I’m basically a 24/7 sweat machine.

My not-going-out-today uniform from June to early September is a cotton romper or just straight-up underwear in order to stay alive. Having to wear proper clothing to be around polite company can turn into a chore, and it absolutely boggles my mind when I see people casually walking around in trousers and seeming perfectly fine, while my butt is so sweaty it’s sticking to the seat on the bus.

The key is the material. I own a couple of wool trousers for colder months, but those will not fly with me in July. Linen and cotton should be your best friends during the summer, and most people know that. Or rather, I feel like my mom knows that and is always telling me that, but I’m just grasping the concept now. Natural, lightweight materials will keep you cooler but covered.

When I went prowling around for trousers that fit these descriptors, I found two. One is full-length, the other is cropped and both are made of linen blends.

The first is a dark green, which is badass and a step up from black but still looks great with lighter colours. I went with a white tank top because, let’s be real, your girl needs to avoid armpit stains.


Top: Asos, Trousers: Aritzia, Sunnies: Quay Australia


Since the trousers are full-length, I thought sandals would be a good shoe to keep everything summery.


Shoes: Zara

I can confidently say I took this look on a test run on a sweltering day and am still alive, so it worked.

The second pair are cropped, white trousers from Oak + Fort. When I first tried these on, the elastic waistband made me nervous because that does not always look cute, but these look great.


Top: Aritzia, Trousers: Oak + Fort, Sneakers: Vans

The fit is loose, which I like (skinny jeans in the summer is a form of hell) and the colour is nice for summer and for making things exciting, i.e. I hope I don’t sit in anything coloured today. Since I’m all about wearing colour now, I went wild and wore a yellow top and white sneakers as well.


Watch: Daniel Wellington


I may possibly give off a staring-into-the-sun vibe, but it’s summer, bitchez. Work with me.

Magazines I Read, and Think You Should Too

Buying magazines is nice. Browsing racks of thick, glossy goodness leaves you with a feeling like you should be in a movie right now because look at me browsing these magazines. Since I am very comfortable with my status as a try-hard poseur, I can confidently say I’ve bought magazines before with little intention to read them, it was just that they looked cool and I knew I would look cool buying them.

It’s a ridiculous thing, this life.

I do, in fact, also read magazines. I love them. I’m a massive book nerd deep in my core, but I love opening a mag and drooling over the editorials and fashion spreads. Even the advertisements are nice to look at (especially if we’re talking Vogue’s September issue. That thing is 40% adds and I live for it.)

One of the best things you can do is find a shop that has an extensive and somewhat odd selection of magazines. Chains are fine and dandy, but my preference goes to places that carry a lot international magazines. Honestly, the fashion spreads in those are just so much cooler. Independent places are key. When I lived in Kingston, I could trust Novel Idea’s small but wickedly awesome options. In Ottawa, it was Mags & Fags’ enormous selection of the hippest magazines you’ve never heard of. Here in Toronto, I’ve yet to find my Shangri-La of mags, but I’m always open to suggestions for good places.


All magazines are fabulous, but some are more fabulous than others. In my time as a magazine aficionado, I’ve come across some mags that are, in my humble opinion, top notch. Here are my recommendations for some groovy reads.

Dazed (Formerly Dazed & Confused)*


Country of Origin: Britain

Dazed magazine is the quintessential cool-kids’ fashion magazine. The website has a lot of content you’ll see from other magazines: current events, cultural news, etc., but the magazine has eye-grabbing covers and interviews with some of the most interesting people in the industry you may or may not have heard of.


Extra points for expertly-styled editorials combining high and low-end fashion, with A+ photographers working their magic.

*Not to be confused with the excellent 1993 film by Richard Linklater.

Dazed’s Website

In Bloom


Country of Origin: Scotland

In Bloom hasn’t been around long. In fact, the quarterly magazine only has three issues out to its name, but let me tell ya. Every issue so far is consistently gorgeous and unique. This is magazine I love purely for the editorials. When I first picked up an issue, I was blown away by the art direction and styling, and how the magazine is able to put such different editorials in the same issue and make it work.


Every single time I go back to flip through an issue, I weep for the fact  that I will probably never style photoshoots as well as the contributors to this magazine can. I am (definitely not patiently) waiting for the next issue.

In Bloom’s Website



Country of Origin: United States of America

Fun fact: whenever I got my hands on a new issue of this magazine, I would immediately pop it off to my former roommate Selena, an industrial design student. Every time, I would burst into her room, flapping the magazine in the air going, “Bruh, you will LOVE.” Kinfolk is the only magazine on this list that isn’t a fashion magazine, or doesn’t regularly publish fashion spreads. I would call it a design and culture magazine for sorting purposes. And it is so fucking good.


It’s stupidly nice and every issue has a vague theme, such as “adrenaline” or “travel”. That should be pretentious but somehow it isn’t. The last winter issue I read had a one-page article on how the ways we carry and move our bodies change in the colder seasons. I liked that piece so much I got genuinely angry that it wasn’t me who wrote it. Super diverse content and wonderfully creative editorials. 10/10.

Kinfolk’s Website

The Gentlewoman


Country of Origin: Britain 

Listen: I love this magazine. I love it so much I had  dream that I worked there and when I woke up and realized it wasn’t true I actually cried. (It’s been determined in this post that I cry all the time.) Editorials, interviews, articles, everything about this magazine is top-shelf. My only complaint about it is biannual releases, but when you physically hold a copy and read it, you’ll understand why. I’m guessing this is a very expensive magazine to make, with different articles printed on different paper, all bound together in the same magazine. I can’t believe I’m talking about the paper, yet here we are.



It’s a thick magazine, filled with some damn good writing. There is advertising, but not as much as you would expect. Profiles cover everyone from actresses to athletes to scientists. There are some badass women interviewed for this magazine. It’s inspiring, beautiful and contains to-die-for fashion editorials. I’m not saying this part of the post is me screaming, “NOTICE ME,” at The Gentlewoman staff, but it pretty much is.

The Gentlewoman’s Website

What I Wore: First Day on the Job



On the first day of my internship, I was faced with a dilemma. I needed to look professional, in a I get my work done well and efficiently way, but I also needed to look cool, in a I get invited to a lot of parties kinda way.

I have no idea how successful I was on either of those fronts, because I honestly believe those are two vibes I am just unable to give off.

But let’s move on. I wore black skinny jeans, even thought it’s June, which are great because they’re stretchy and are definitely more appropriate than my ripped-knee blue jeans. My brogues, I thought, were a perfect combination of the professional yet cool vibes I wanted to emit. A little cutout never killed nobody. (Even if it’s on the foot.)


My blouse was chosen mainly for comfort purposes because it gets some nice ventilation, and also because I fucking love the colour. Accessories-wise, I always have a watch on, but I threw on some other simple adornments just to add a little extra to the look.


My internship doesn’t have a strict dress code. I think it’s more of a wear what you want place. That being said, I work with some exceptional cool-looking people, so I need to step my game up.


Sunglasses: Quay Australia – No longer available.

Blouse: Aritzia – No longer available (in that colour.)

Jeans: Topshop

Shoes: Michael Kors – I got them majorly reduced at Little Burgundy, but they’re not available anymore.

Necklace: Etsy

Watch: Daniel Wellington

Rings: Brandy Melville – I can’t find the link for them online., but they should still be available.

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