Halloween 2023
Me and my friends dressed as Marie Antoinette, The Princess of Lamballe and The Duchesse de Polignac.
A snapshot of me and Monica at Elena in Montréal for my birthday party.
Every time I go to Elena for dinner, I always have a fabulous time. While at first glance, it’s easy to underestimate Elena as another trendy restaurant here in Montréal, but something almost esoteric in the details sets it so clearly apart from the rest. I felt so full of love this evening.
My second birthday party in Toronto.
Of course, it’s never birthday week, and late in December, I will be justifying purchases, facial treatments, spa visits, massages and other treats as my own birthday gift to myself. I love this photo of me and beautiful Molly.
A building near my office.
It’s hard to understate my deep gratitude for my new job and the level-up in my career. I feel such an abundance with my new opportunity that allows me to share my true passion and very specific skillset with people that understand me and my constant internal moodboard. The journey to my office is far but I wouldn’t even think about complaining. It’s kind of nice to be in a completely new part of the city, and there’s a little Starbucks in the shape of a chateau or cottage on my way home.
One of my greatest passions are decorative porcelain or glass sculptures.
Glass purses with tiger stripes, butter dishes in the shape of cottages, vintage perfume bottles, glass fruits all capture my heart and my eye at every flea market and art fair. I love how the owner of this shop dignified this chicken with a string of pearls as an act of love. Doesn’t she look marvellous?
The shelf at Seconde Vintage.
This year, I’ve been on a spending diet, rarely buying clothes and certainly not looking for them. I’ve been just doing the best with what I have and I cannot stress enough I’ve been having the best outfits of my life. So, when I do allow myself to be tempted, I indulge my senses at Second Vintage. The one thing I love more than a curated designer vintage boutique done right is its homeware and knick-knacks shelf. If being addicted to tchotchkes is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
The perfectly plated beet salad at Majestique.
Earlier last month, I had the pleasure of hosting a friend from New York. We had a cozy weekend enjoying my favourite restaurants here and going through all my favourite little gems. I love my city, I don’t know why everyone is complaining all the time. (It’s me who is doing the complaining.)
Artisanal cheeses at Atwater Market.
Fungi is beautiful in the same way as cheese mould. The rippling wrinkles on these gorgeous little domes of soft cheese resemble the gyri and sulci (the folds) of the human brain. Mould is intelligent. Mould knows what it wants. Mould knows its endgame.
Pumpkins at Atwater Market.
My heart bursts with love for rambunctious pumpkins. Gourds and squashes with all kinds of colour gradients and bumps bring me delight, like spots on a horse’s flank. So unique and unapologetic.
Horses at the stable in my hometown.
My special birthday treat was to go horseback riding. Being a horse girl is the most luxurious thing I can think of. I love their little ears and moody personalities. My dream is to own 3 horses named Irky, Perky and Miles, and one must have spots on the butt, if not all.
The trail ride was so relaxing and refreshing in the cold autumn forest. Lately, I’ve been focusing on different ways to relax and recharge my batteries over the weekend. I was so happy to celebrate my birthday doing a different activity instead of the usual rager, but I love a party too.
Fake calla lillies I picked up recently.
Something about fake flowers enchants me. I love the plastic petals and obvious artificiality. Something about them is cheap and grotesque, but that “tackiness” seduces me similar to Cavalli or Blumarine’s use of animal print. It’s like an intense, feminine kind of tacky. Indeed, something about the ability or the fact that fake flowers collect dust intrigues me. Real flowers, if they’re not dried, rarely hang around long enough to collect dust. I’m thinking of bejewelling these.