
Last year Toronto’s own Booty Shaker Sek One rounded up some heart pulsing tunes and had his way with them. The result was this sexalicious mix entitled ‘My Valentine’. Just follow the ♥.

Last year Toronto’s own Booty Shaker Sek One rounded up some heart pulsing tunes and had his way with them. The result was this sexalicious mix entitled ‘My Valentine’. Just follow the ♥.


This year Toronto reached London and California and went bananas on the shoe scale. No regrets, my friends. No regrets. With the help my new way cool [nerd speak] photoshop action [/nerd speak], I give you my travel in shoes, circa 2008. Read More…

I love Lara Stone. The woman is arguably the most sexed up femme in fashion at the moment. I’ve seen more photo-spreads in which she’s naked then clothed, and she unabashedly works this to it’s core. She’s basically a porn star but she’s so damn fab the fashion industry has made her the quintessential nude girl thus replacing porn star with supermodel! When she spoke about leaving modeling, certain powerhouse Parisian Vogue editors were so horribly appalled by even the idea of this that they dedicated over 100 pages from a single issue [of VOGUE!] entirely to the wonderfully sculptured exhibit that is Lara Stone.
As if this wasn’t great enough, she’s completely self deprecating about being an idiot klutz in heels – the almost one and only skill required to model. This is reinforced by the ankle bandage she had to wear after a Rondarte show last season. To throw her fabulosity into overdrive, Jean Paul Gaulthier’s new campaign includes her in this very same ankle wrap. Why? Because it’s Lara Stone, bitch. Handicap is officially the new black. Thanks Ms. Stone, hotness and political humanitarian – we couldn’t ask for anything more. Oh, and just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore: her tits are real. Also, I feel I should note for the sake of this blog that this ad campaign is mostly revolting, ‘cept for Lara.

Kanye et crew outside the Comme des Garçons show in Paris so appropriately light up what seems to be a grey day. I need not say anything else other then, gentlemen – take notes.
p.s I always knew both Kanye and I roll deep

What does Valentine’s Day mean to you? Yearly I let cynicism get the best of me, but oh no, not this year. I’m going to revel in all that is lustrous, velvety and scarlet. Yes, for this short frigid month I’ll distract myself with cinnamon hearts, red wine, and the above pictured items. Because everyone deserves a little indulgence sometimes.
Clockwise from top left: Alex & Chloe Red Woodgrain Wayfarers; Chanel Flamenco Night Vernis; Love Moschino Lip Print Dress; Tashkent by Cheyenne Colette Gathered Bow Ankle Boot in Black Suede; Tous Valentine Pendants