I’m wearing a Pamela Love choker, Chanel dress, Rebecca Minkoff leather jacket, Celine white heeled loafers (which, by the way, broke upon my return home last night, a quick snap between the sole and heel shredded my own soul to pieces. I’m being dramatic, my soul is fine, they’re just shoes and most likely reparable) and a Laura Vela structured bag that looks like a lunchbox but does not harbor any food. Rather, just lipstick, keys, tampons and a passport. A passport? Look, you never know when you’re going to have to pick up and get the fuck out and I for one, would like to do so while I am borrowing Chanel from the house of Coolness.
So…are you in Vancouver? I am, I am.