I’ll get my tartan yet, Robbie Burns! Gucci blazer. Prada loafers.
Author: Tiffany
Fancy Schmancy
Sequins, lace, purple faux fur and hot pink tights are vital tools when attempting to reach the summit of Schmancy Style! Check back for more on the fashion show and fundraiser for the Glenbow Museum.
Monki Business
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.
Age of Winter
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.
Inaugural Bangs Bump
Brrrunch
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.
Cowboy Country
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
Chasing the White Rabbit
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!
Stripes & Florals
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
Up In My Grill
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.