As some of you may know, Eric and I stayed in Montreal for an extra three days after our shenanigans with Shellys London came to a close. And thanks to Le Saint Sulpice, we were able to live, eat, breathe and sleep in the heart of Paris Old Montreal, right next door to the Notre Dame.
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Crazy. Stressful. Crazy. That’s what I tell people when they inquire about New York Fashion Week. And hot. I shouldn’t forget hot. For my first few days in New York, I had the pleasure of rooming with Dani, Bianca, Olivia, Eugenie and Joellen, where late nights (read: past midnight) and takeout dinners were a regular occurrence. […]
Two weeks ago, I boarded a plane heading to Vancouver all by my lonesome, only to end up in the Loden Hotel with a note on my desk accompanied by some well-received mineral water. Little did I know that the next two days would be some of the most memorable of the year. Fast forward through […]