The chefs at Monki do their thing behind a host of hot sauces. The “breakfast club and bistro” has been hiding in plain sight in the Beltline for six months now. Even if you order the chorizo and goat cheese benny, they manage to get some of those bananas onto your plate. Mmmm.
This pic might be more Narnia if it was in a scenic snowdrift, but I live in Calgary’s Age of Winter. Today it was a tough slog, glamming up back alley survival with Eskimo attitude in sub zero temps. Someone’s gotta do it. Hooded cable knit sweater, Roots. Scarfs (all three) by Mom. Mukluks, from way up north. 
When it’s -15 on a Sunday, a snowboarding girl’s thoughts skip the slopes and turn to brunch. At Cassis, my favorite french bistro in Calgary, a Mimosa was merely a citrus starting point for a Croque Madame… accompanied by a Kir Royale – champagne with creme de cassis, bien sur. Earrings from The Artworks in Edmonton. Sweater: Hache from Beckley Boutique in LA.
Hopeful crocuses hint at spring. Ha! See you in May.
Meanwhile, fervor for fashion will have to keep us warm. Environmental scientist Andrea Douglas looking appropriately tres francaise et tres chic. Hat, Chapel Hats. Sweater, Club Monaco. Watch, Links of London.
Everywhere you look in Calgary, even in the tony neighborhood of Mount
Royal, being true to your roots means staying true to your boots. xx
Mid January in Calgary: my boots sink deeper into the snow. But the snowshoe hare that keeps crossing my path doesn’t have the same problem.
The long feet that allow this bunny to skip along the surface of the snow were the inspiration for the original hardwood, rawhide snowshoes designed by indigenous peoples all across the snowy regions of North America. Don’t let the leather laces on my Vero Cuoio boots fool you — they have no such function. But since they were crafted in Italy, way beyond my rabbit’s turf, it all makes perfect sense. Ciao coniglio!
Back in the TV news days I wore a lot of suits. Now, when one calls my name from the back of the closet, I like avoid looking too lawyered up. Mixing stripes and florals helped inject some whimsy into today’s fifty shades of grey. Blazer, Le Chateau. Sweater, BCBG Max Azria. Slacks, Veronique Branquinho. xx
Why am I smiling beside this abandoned church? Did Jesus just float by in a grilled cheese sandwich? More importantly, what am I wearing?
Earrings by Paloma Picasso. Same black coat from Paris. No idea on the hat, and scarf by my mom! I have a thousand of these scarves. Even if you’re deprived of a talented and knit-prolific mother, my point is this: you can wear the same jacket two days in a row, but a different color accent keeps it looking fresh… If you can handle fashion pointers from someone who forgets to put on lipstick before a photo. Maybe it came off while I ate the grilled cheese.
Making a style statement in Victoria Park, a neighborhood known for the historic brick buildings you see behind me. I was going to choose another picture taken ten seconds later, but decided to Keep It Real. What’s a picture of the streets of Calgary if it doesn’t include that white pickup that just rumbled by? Because while it might not always be white, there is always a pickup in the vicinity in Cowtown.
Sunglasses by Gucci. Coat from some place on the Champs-Elysées I can’t remember. Boots by Prada. Scarf with fox fur tails by my mom, with inspiration from Dolce & Gabbana, as seen on the left. Grazie mille Mom!
Back in Calgary, layering over-the-knee tights (look for OTK on the packaging when you’re shopping) on top of regular tights keeps me warm on the days I need to wear sweater dresses while chasing rabbits. Boots by Roots. xx
