Little White Dress

Oh, summer. It feels like you’ve only just arrived, and in the blink of an eye, you’ve left us again. Personally, I have a very low tolerance for heat and humidity, so this past summer of mild (and sometimes downright chilly!) weather has been just fine with me. I keep thinking I should move to a place where it’s mild all year round, but then again, I could never give up my beloved Toronto so easily (except for my dream city…)

As the summer races towards its inevitable end (it is still summer, isn’t it?), I wanted to share with you my favourite summertime outfit, the cotton LWD. Oh little white dress, what is not to love here? It’s light and breathable; the perfect antidote to those unbearably muggy days when just the thought of getting dressed causes you to break out in sweat. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood in front of my closet, riffling through every item I own, only to end up reaching for the same reliable dress. My advice to you: if you ever find that perfect little white dress that resonates with you; that deep down, you know you could not live without, just buy it and don’t look back! It will serve you well time and time again, you’ll see.

Mangia!

The Taste of Little Italy adventures continued on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon – balmy without being hot, breezy without even the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky. I couldn’t have dreamt up a more perfect day for stuffing my face, part 2.

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After picking Erin up from Union Station, we headed towards Harbourfront for a light lunch and some lighter banter.IMG_3538 IMG_3543 IMG_3551 IMG_3552Gradually, we made our way towards the festival, taking in the delightful smells and rambunctious sounds of thousands of Torontonians gathered together for the sole appreciation and enjoyment of all things Italian.

A vibrant selection of fresh strawberries.IMG_3560

The cutest lemonade stand, made cuter only by Erin.IMG_3562

Ohmagad! So good to see you, girl!!IMG_3563IMG_3564

Our double dates for the afternoon looking just darling.IMG_3566

The anticipation is palpable – take the picture so we can devour our Churros!IMG_3583

Life doesn’t get much better than mini ice-cream cones for a dollar. Which begs the question – what is Andy doing holding a fork?!IMG_3589 IMG_3598

Dinnertime rolled around and it seemed like the right thing to do to finally sit down for a proper meal (after walking four laps of the entire festival), even though we were still digesting the various goodies sampled throughout the afternoon. Luckily, I had learned from the cheeseless, tomato-sauceless fiasco from two nights ago. This time, I came prepared to try a highly-rated Italian restaurant, meticulously chosen after hours of cross-referencing online reviews (pasta is no joke). The restaurant, Marinella, definitely lived up to its reputation; I enjoyed every bite of their delicious handmade pasta!IMG_3609 IMG_3610 IMG_3614 IMG_3620

Cynthia’s penne alla vodka with prosciutto, mushroom, and vodka-infused tomato cream sauce!IMG_3628

Erin’s margherita pizza. IMG_3631

Andy (fellow possessor of excellent taste) and I both ordered the fettuccine alfredo with mushrooms, diced tomatoes (and sautéed chicken for Andy!)IMG_3629

Later, standing in line for Dolce Gelato (a tradition), I caught an anxious Erin glancing at her watch and wondering whether to ditch the gelato in favour of catching the train on time. “Trust me,” I whispered, “Once you taste the pistachio gelato, you will understand – this is all worth it.”IMG_3634

And it was.

Mozarella

If you are wondering why my recent posts have been split into two parts, it is most likely because I don’t want to overload you, my dear reader, with too many photos at once. But in this particular case, it is actually because I attended the Taste of Little Italy on two separate days this year (once was just not enough…pasta)! The first night, Nicolas and I arrived promptly at 6 pm, which, in street-festival time, meant that we were too early. For lack of better things to do, we took to exploring the little side streets along College St., which were beautifully lined with a canopy of lush green trees, and were surprisingly quiet and quaint for being so close to a major road. Along the way, we came upon our first vendors of the night – two young children who had set up a homemade-lemonade stand on their front lawn! For a dollar a cup, we just couldn’t say no!IMGP1645Heading back to the festival, we were relieved to see that the traffic barricades had finally been set up, and the cafes and restaurants had poured out onto the sidewalks, beckoning us to their stalls of fresh gelato and delectable cannolis. One of the best parts of these street festivals, though, is finding the free samples! (Even if it is just Starbucks).IMGP1654The free Barilla pasta tent has been spotted! Better finish off that iced coffee…IMGP1655IMGP1658Pink and green balloons! Any guess where this might be? ;)IMGP1665

My favourite cow tray at my favourite mini ice-cream cone stand! I look for this little guy every year.IMGP1674 IMGP1684There are dozens of musicians and performers at the Taste of Little Italy, but for me, there is only Antonella (the lady singing on the right). This year, she even brought her daughter, who was a fantastic addition to the family band! You can watch her performance (and me dancing awkwardly along) here.IMGP1680Sometime later, we found ourselves standing in line at Vivoli (because longer line-ups = better food, right?) and although we were seated relatively quickly, our food sure took its time making its way to us. Of course, being seated right next to the giant wood burning pizza oven meant watching it like a hawk for the next 45 minutes in the hopes that the next pizza to come out would be ours.IMGP1712Nicolas was all smiles and patience.IMGP1700

I was definitely eavesdropping on our neighbouring table.IMGP1716When our meals finally (FINALLY!) arrived, everything looked delicious, but one bite into the pizza and I realized that something was terribly wrong. Sure, it had all the makings of a delicious vegetarian pizza (red bell peppers, goat cheese, eggplant, zucchini) but it was in fact missing tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese! I was NOT pleased – a pizza without the most basic of ingredients? Is that even possible? (Perhaps it is, kindly excuse my ignorance if this is normal in authentic Italian pizza, and I’m simply too Canadian-ized) Admittedly, I am a sucker for gooey, stringy melted cheese, and what lay before me was more like…flatbread.IMGP1722Thankfully, Nicolas was a good sport and said he didn’t mind finishing the alien pizza, allowing me to devour his delicious shrimp linguine instead (minus the shrimp, obvs).IMGP1723Now I know, the next time I order pizza at an Italian restaurant, or whenever we get around to taking that trip to Italy, to make sure the words “pomodoro” and “mozzarella” are listed in the ingredients!

La Vie en Rose (Part 2)

One hour and a quick outfit change later, the sun was starting to dip lower into the horizon, granting us that oh-so-exquisite light we had waited all day for. You can really see a difference in the photos taken after the magical lighting set in – everything is softer, yet more defined; dreamier and basking in that rosy glow that no amount of Photoshop or post-processing could fake. It is simply la vie en rose. IMG_7970

A wonderfully candid shot of Adrienne looking ever so ladylike, right after denying that she could pull off “graceful”.IMG_7951 IMG_7990 IMG_7993 IMG_7955 IMG_8000 IMG_8004 IMG_8007

Of course, no picnic is complete without dessert – in my case, a raspberry macaron galore, made fresh upon request.IMG_8038 Adrienne’s choice of sweets was a scrumptious strawberry tart with almond shavings. IMG_8046 IMG_8061 IMG_8083 IMG_8087 IMG_8113

It would be unfair to the countless amazing photos Nicolas took that day to choose a favourite, but this one of Adrienne might just be it. IMG_8124 But sometimes a girl has got to take a quick break from looking so fabulous. IMG_8130 IMG_8137 IMG_8148 IMG_8159 IMG_8172

Until next time ;D

La Vie en Rose (Part 1)

This particular post has been a long time in the making, but I couldn’t be happier with the final product. My good friend Adrienne and I had been wanting to shoot a session together – something that would capture the playfulness and easy familiarity of our friendship. Luckily, she and I have the same aesthetic tastes, so it was a total dream to be able to collaborate with someone who shared my priorities. Being major girly-girls at heart, we wanted the tone of the photos to be soft, feminine and whimsical, with a retro print-ad feel to it. What better way to encapsulate all these qualities than with a Parisian-themed picnic in the park?

We soon discovered that finding the inspiration and location would be the least of our worries, given that the weather was not ready to cooperate. It seemed that every time Adrienne and I set a date, the forecast would call for rain and/or thunderstorm. Week after week, we had to postpone due to either conflicting work schedules or unfavourable weather conditions (during the summer, no less!) Finally, more than a month later, we hit the jackpot this past week with a perfect day of light, breezy temperatures and a lazy golden sunset to photograph against. I’m so glad we didn’t settle for anything less, and I’m proud to present the results of our afternoon of non-stop hugs and giggles and play.

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To be continued…

Girl in the Pearl Blouse

IMG_0227There’s something so classic and refreshing about a white top paired with the perfect-fitting jeans. While nothing says laid-back like a white cotton tee, I find myself more drawn towards the basic pieces that incorporate little feminine details here and there. I love that this blouse has pearls in place of buttons, and the delicate lace trimming that runs along the edges and cuffs makes me wish I was daintily sipping iced tea on a veranda somewhere, or perhaps, taking a sunset stroll in the garden.IMG_0196 IMG_0216 IMG_0272 IMG_0273 IMG_0286

(I realized that I am looking in the same direction in about 90% of the photos, but I will get better at positioning, I promise! Still getting my feet wet…)

Sunset Garden

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When I first began writing this blog, I knew I would eventually want to incorporate a lookbook/personal style element to it. While I don’t claim to be an expert on fashion, trends or anything of the sort, I did realize that I had gradually come into my own style in the past couple of years. Style, just like any other facet of an individual, never stops changing or developing. My stylistic evolution has gone from being a child with less-than-stellar taste (honestly, cring-worthy outfits in hindsight) to a uniform-sporting high school student with zero interest in fashion, to a university student’s budget closet, finally culminating in the style-conscious and fashion-appreciative person I am today.

My vision for this lookbook segment is simple: to showcase outfits I have put together, which are reflective of my own individual style, in a way that is straightforward and aesthetically-pleasing to you as the reader. Enjoy!

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