Kristina is one of my favourite people on the internet, who is always up to something interesting. Whether it’s capturing the styles of Austin and New York City over at her street style blog The Rebel Waltz, chronicling her own daily outfits, or contributing to Bust Magazine, her optimistic approach to fashion will make you want to play dress up.
How did you dress in high school?
I went to an all-girls uniform-clad high school, so my options were limited. I wore lots of big, crazy earrings and bracelets to try to “express myself” during the week. I think I got in trouble pretty regularly for my fabulously tacky accessories! On the weekend, I experimented more with things like hot pink fishnets, cut up band tees, and funky skirts. I think by senior year my style evolved into something similar to what it is now — more vintage oriented. I do find it funny that years later I’ve reverted to wearing saddle shoes and loafers of my own free will all over again.
Is there a dress code at your internship? Have you ever had to “tone down” your wardrobe for work?
No, thankfully I’ve been lucky when it comes to working and interning in non-corporate dressing environments. Sometimes I can feel overdressed or even costume-y, but people are usually pretty complimentary, especially in NYC, which is where all my internships have been. I felt more overdressed going to college classes in Texas. I definitely remember trying to tone it down a bit there. I tried to only break out the pill box hats and cat eyes on the weekend.
Do you have a pile of work you’re avoiding? Do you sit at your computer hoping that the Internet will provide a new excuse to get nothing done? Me too! The SartorialTwist combines my two favorite procrastination hobbies, street style websites and clicking buttons.
Wearing Nothing New
Jessi Arrington has some important life lessons to share with us: no one can be unhappy in red pants, gold sequins are a neutral, confidence is your most valuable possession, and all you really need in life is underpants. Watch and learn.
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Enough With The Fat Jokes, Already
The Toronto Standard is calling on all journalists to stop with the fat jokes and hit Toronto’s mayor where it counts – his politics. I think John Lorinc is completely right when he says that “…the most effective way to hold Ford accountable is to vigorously critique his policies, not his inseam.” Focusing on Rob Ford’s weight simply reinforces the idea that there is only one right way to look if you want to work in the public eye. Just like Olivia Chow’s arms, his weight is none of our concern and definitely not up for debate in a public forum. His views on funding for HIV/AIDs programs, necessary social services, and cute baby animals on the other hand? Let’s shame him for that.
- Haley Mlotek
WORN spent the weekend at 69 Vintage‘s Old Soul Vintage Sale at the Canadian Corps Headquarters, and let me tell you, Toronto has got some cute girls! Of course, most of the Wornettes picked up some sweet thrifty finds too, because we’re just those kinds of gals — the ones who experience heart palpitations when we come into a ten block radius of anything vintage. I’m sure nobody else knows what I’m talking about, right?
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I traveled to Europe for my first time this summer, specifically France and Amsterdam. Paris! The French Riviera! How should I pack?!!? Glamorous? Chic? Comfortable? I kept my wardrobe to a backpacking minimum: Birkenstocks, skirts and tee-shirts, but quickly discovered that most other tourists were not as practical-minded as I was.
I saw the above couple across the bustling Leidseplein in Amsterdam. This exceptional woman didn’t speak English so she couldn’t possibly have understood what I was going to do with her picture, but she couldn’t have been happier I asked to take it. These two were so special that as I took their photo two other people came up and asked to do the same. She wouldn’t let me leave until I took a picture with them. She sent me off with a kiss on each cheek.
I met this girl in Old Town in Nice. It was close to 40 degrees out and most people were slinking off the beach in their bathing suits. I loved that the heat didn’t deter her from dressing up. If I had been wearing her outfit on such a hot day all I would be able to think about would be sweat stains. I suppose the peek-a-boo back could be built-in air conditioning.
The lovely lady on the left works at Colette, a concept-store in Paris. The top floor of this two-story mecca does away with the usual retail clothing displays, and instead displays their impossibly beautiful and impossibly expensive goods on mannequins styled like art installations through the store. I assume that you have to ask for your size but with price tags in the hundreds and thousands of euros I wasn’t going to find out. I met the girl on the right in Amsterdam. Her cat eyes and funky outfit stood out among a sea of cotton tee-shirts, blue jeans and comfortable walking shoes.