UPDATE FROM LAST WEEK: I am in love with Gaga. She is amazing and I won't have you tell me otherwise. 


Lady Gaga. A polarized opinion based more on arbitrary choice than actual facts; you either love her or you hate her. I personally have been leaning more towards the latter. I don’t know, she just seemed like an easily thought out juxtaposition of things already done (e.g. Madonna, Bjork…), not that everything isn’t already a mash-up of inspirations; but this one just seemed a bit too contrived.  Like, going back to the Madonna thing, didn’t Gaga’s performance at the 2009 Much Music Video Awards sort of remind you of Madonna’s infamous cone bra, except this one was metal and had sparks shooting out the ‘points’ if you will. But recently, I have been warming up to Gaga, I might even go as far as to call myself a little monster. Well, okay, not that far, but nevertheless, she has in fact grown on me.

Previously, I had looked at her fashion choices with much scrutiny. Like, a meat dress, being carried inside a giant egg, or covered head to toe in lace (including her eyes), it all just appeared to be a desperate bid for attention. After awhile her shock factor had worn off, yet her outfits remained the same. This static, unchanging style however, makes me believe that Gaga isn’t dressing for the public, but for herself. Also, she has reportedly dressed this ‘crazy’ even before she was famous, back when she was known by the more humble name of Stefan Germanotta. Like, now if she really wanted to shock the public, she could just walk the streets wearing nothing more than jeans and a white tee, nobody would ever expect that. 

Also, it’s not like she searches high and low to find the most shocking piece of clothing, but actually wears real runway pieces. You know, like actual runway pieces; those crazy fairytale designs seen on the catwalk before they are altered down for everyday wear and retail sell –ability. Well, she appreciates and understands the work and imagination behind these pieces and wears them for their full effect and whimsy, straight from the runway, right to her stage. Alexander McQueen also left her with a portion of his collection after his death in February 2010, as they were reported as being close friends and enjoying each other’s work. 

Gaga isn’t a product. She really understands fashion, whether it’s wearing McQueen’s infamous armadillo heels or walking in Mugler’s Autumn/Winter 2011 collection in Paris. And I guess I now sort of have this new found respect for her. She really believes in her vision, and sticks to it. Like, did you know that a large portion of what she earns goes back to the production of her shows and music videos? She never ceases to give us nothing short of spectacular. Some of it may not be my taste, but there is an obvious art to what she does.  

Lady Gaga at Mugler's Autumn/Winter 2011 show

My Charcoal/Pencil cartoon tribute to my new found love of all things Gaga

...I need these Proenza Schouler pants.

Evan Biddell. Yes, I did just use his name to form one sentence, or statement, whichever. Point is, saying that he is the definition of awesome would be an understatement. And, I'm not just saying that because he is a fellow Canadian (and not to mention Torontonian!). Well that may be part of the reason, on accounts of nothing reputable ever seems to come out of Canada, example being Nickelback. Some of you may remember him as the winner of Project Runway Canada Season 1 in 2007, but where did he go after that? Well just recently he showed his Spring 2011 collection at Toronto's LG Fashion Week.

Here are a few of my personal favourites. I especially like the way he managed to to mix soft and edgy elements into one collection, without having it look out of place per se (florals with stud detailing).

I don't mean to sound like a creep but, I have these memories that I always revisit, and well, they're memories of strangers. Like, absolute strangers. Like this one time, when I was 12 (give or take..) and I was in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. Long story short, I was alone (you see, cereal isn't the most popular of grocery store foods...)and I knocked over a box of Lucky Charms, or come to think of it, it may have been Count Chocula, anyways, the type of cereal isn't relevant to the story. So, I reach for this box of cereal and well, sort of drop it. Well, not sort of, I did drop it, and on accounts of thinking I was alone I exclaimed 'such an idiot'. Now, that might not sound like much but in order to understand the significance of that one line, you must know that I had said it in a very Napoleon Dynamite-esque way. Basically, talking to yourself is kind of loser-ish to begin with, but talking to yourself in movie quotes near cereal is even worse. But it didn't really matter because I was alone in that aisle, with nobody within earshot, right? WRONG. Lo and behold I had embarrassed myself yet again. Passing behind me was a smiley boy around my age, and seeing as I was 12 and very awkward and self-conscious, made me feel, well, embarrassed at the fact that yes, I had been caught. You might be thinking 'well, how do you know he heard you?' or 'he probably didn't hear you' or 'he doesn't exist at all!' . JUST BEAR WITH ME. As he passes behind me (and my god, was my face turning red) he too whispers a Napoleon Dynamite quote, which well, made me feel like less of a loser and momentarily in 'like' if you will, even though the whole span of this entire story was probably around 5 seconds, no joke.

I'm just going to end this post right about here.
Not very fashion related or remotley interesting but hey, you know me a little better now, not that it's of any use...