Windchella

Oh Coachella…where do I begin? One of the windiest Coachellas to date truly was a whirlwind.

There is a reason why seasoned festival fanatics and free-spirited fashionistas consider this place the Holy Land. There is truly nothing like it. Coachella seemed like a far-off fantasy for this Canadian chickie, despite embodying the Coachella Boho-chic dress code in the every day, as climate impractical as that may have been at times. While on The Yacht week last summer in Croatia, a boat of Californian frat boys nicknamed me, “Chella,” since I refused to ascribe to the nautical stripe classic crew wear in favour of my layered pirate vibes making me more fit for a festival. Every day can’t be a music festival, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pretend!

After hearing stories of tickets selling out in minutes, I figured my desert dreams would remain a far-off fantasy. Until one day on a whim, I entered a contest for one of my all-time favourite brands, Pacific & Driftwood. They totally embody the vintage rock-and-roll Coachella lifestyle, and are one of the most unique, and innovative brands I have ever seen. I have been following their Instagram since the beginning and they are the type of company I would love to work with. Now, I enter many contests on social media, and surprisingly I have been lucky enough to win a few for concert tickets in the past. Still when I found out my entry, which naturally came pouring out of me in a short 15 minutes by the television had won the Pacific and Driftwood competition for two tickets to Coachella I did a double-take. Sitting in my dad’s conservative law office, I had to excuse myself after yelping to go jump up and down outside. For the contest you had to relate the brand to Coachella. Here was my winning entry:

“Whether it is at a music festival, or with intricate, unique fashion (like your entire line) we are all just looking to spread our wings and fly away. Escape to a fantasy, live in a beautiful way, with beautiful things and beautiful sounds. Much of your line features cutouts of birds, or a pheonix, representative of this freedom that an incredible music festival like Coachella, or a gorgeous piece of art  (albeit a swimsuit) can make you feel. When you wear a piece from Pacific and Driftwood or go to Coachella that fire and confidence in your spirit is ignited. Your line exudes everything Coachella represents: art, music and free-spirited individualism. The Navajo style desert, hippie vibes run boldly through your designs and have become synonymous with Coachella fashion. Coachella seeks to bridge the gap between old and modern, retro and new, whether it is with old rock and roll bands playing alongside up-and-coming electronic DJs; holographic Tupac after new rap acts; 16-year-old instagram celebs dancing alongside Boho babely model moms in the audience. There is a respect for the old among an array of all that is cutting-edge and new. Your rock & roll swimsuits featuting vintage prints of Van Halen and Led Zepellin graphics are classic, but have modern cuts. This is also the new and cutting-edge respecting the beauty of the old, of a simpler, perhaps freer time. Paul McCartney headlined last year and one of your very first suits was a Beatles one-piece. As Van Halen would say: @pacific_and_driftwood and @coachella are the “best of both worlds” and “a little bit of heaven right here on earth.”

Still in disbelief, it began to sink in and I immediately started to plan. Priorities – I immediately began going through all my e-commerce wish-lists and started clicking “add to bag.” Then I had to decide who to bring… this was one of the hardest parts. My initial thought, was my little brother, who is as big of a festival fiend as me, but unfortunately he would be doing final papers for his Masters at that time, next I considered my many girlfriends, but how could I pick just one? It would be the whole squad or nothing. So, trusting my gut and the strong feelings I already had for my new boyfriend I told him pretty much immediately. I could not have made a better choice. We both are such avid Guns & Roses fans that we had dressed up as Slash on many a Halloween, and the fact they were headlining this year made the win all the more sweet (child of mine).

Next I began actually planning. It is no secret that, at a festival where the fashions of its patrons are chronicled just as closely as the music and followed by the entire world, this was going to require some skilled packing. Pacific & Driftwood sent me these two incredible pieces that I wore on the first day were total hits!

 

Grateful to have survived the sandstorm

 

The Ziggy one-piece and jumpsuit pay homage to the recent late David Bowie and seemed very appropriate for the first day when Coachella was honouring another fashion trailblazer, Prince.

Our very first day at Coachella, Eric and I experienced some of the windiest weather the Polo fields have ever seen apparently. We initially seriously considered making the trip a cross-country road trip in my Jeep and camping there to have the full experience. When car camping passes proved impossible to come by, we bought a travel package and decided to fly and stay at the Marriott Desert Springs. This choice ended up being a lifesaver.

Our hotel was beautiful, and after the long very dusty walks each day we could not be more grateful for a shower and a bed. Not to mention the security of having all of our fashionable valuables locked away. The shuttles were very efficient, despite getting hopelessly lost on the vast grounds the first night, while in full hippie mode after the most hilarious game of glow in the dark dodgeball that we stumbled upon in the campground, we still somehow made it back to our hotel shuttle every night. Despite regularly being an avid after partier who enjoys the night ending when the sun rises, even I was more than happy to call it a night when the shuttle buses stopped. You walk such long distances over the course of the day, that you really have to maximize your time efficiently by picking and choosing which sets to go to and using downtime to recharge those dancing boots. That being said, the first day we went ham! We shared a bottle of duty-free overproof vodka with everyone on our shuttle bus and made friends very quickly. We invited a fellow Canadian couple to be our Newfie compadres as we set off to explore the campground and meet up with my Yacht week friends from San Francisco at their campsite. A Canada vs. The USA flip cup tournament with jungle juice ensued and things got very wavey in the desert. Next we met up with a group I met through the Coachella forum, who couldn’t be more welcoming. Throughout the entire festival, we consistently met caring, kind, hospitable people who were eager to pass the blunt and dance with us. I felt like I was in Neverland where positivity, joy and gratitude radiated through everyone, even in this massive group of people on this great expanse of desert in the middle of nowhere. That being said the desert is not for the faint of heart. Reading the Coachella forums before our adventure I took some of the many pieces of advice into consideration when planning for desert weather, but mostly fashion trumped function and I assumed many of these suggestions aired on the side of being overly prudent. I am a hearty Canadian viking woman after all. Day 1, when I experienced my first desert storm, I had some sense knocked into me. When our local friends started calling Coachella 2016, “Windchella,” we knew this wasn’t your average techno-fueled Darude sandstorm. This was Prince, laying down his heaviest guitar riff in the skies to shake things up a bit! A$AP Rocky had to stop in the middle of his set because parts of the stage and screens were falling down. The crowds seemed to only dance harder when this happened as the sun set and by the time we saw JackÜ, I felt like I had entered some sort of surreal pandemonium with my scarf tied across my face with all the other bandits. After Ellie Goulding surprised us with an incredibly beautiful Prince tribute, we decided to wander the campground and catch our breath. It looked akin to a war zone. Tents had blown up and gone through car windows, every rig was down. The scene looked skeletal compared to its original state of vibrant gypsy refuge in the heat of the day. People very calmly reassembled their ravaged campsites and continued partying, while we were grateful to be heading home to a fresh bed that night. The drama made the scene all the more magical.

We learned quickly how to adapt our wardrobes for the weather, and since we plan to go back every year with more friends in tow, here are some tips I can pass along to any of my fellow festival dreamers:

1) Prepare for costume changes. You need three outfits over the course of the day. Or three different looks to layer upon. This may seem extreme, but the weather drastically changes over the course of the day. I am a woman who ascribes to the philosophy of always carrying a bikini in my purse in the summer, because well you never know what type of wet and wild adventure the day will bring. At Coachella, you may start in your bikini at one of the pool parties, then end up heading off to the festival in some sort of swimsuit + shorts or cover-up combo for the heat of the day when the sun is blazing and temperatures are around 35°C. You need another outfit for the early evening, maybe it is a cute Guns & Roses crop top and leather shorts or a matching set by For Love and Lemons. Finally, it will start to get really cold around 8 p.m. this is when you should bust out the bell bottoms and a jacket or sweater. Even then you may still be shaking since your sweat from dancing earlier in the day will have cooled you. So get good at changing in public, rompers are a challenge, especially if you plan to use the facilities. And that big crossbody fringe purse to fit everything is essential.

2) Footwear… As cute and quintessentially Chella as my Free People gladiator sandals were, they were not the most enjoyable option. Rocks and sand are going to be forever embedded in your feet if you wear any type of open-toe shoe and since you will be walking long distances, it is generally not worth it. Kicks or boots are truly the only way to go.

3) Accessories are essential!!! I knew I would have to bring many, many accessories. The Boho look requires a lot of layering and on any given day my jewelry corner looks nothing short of organized chaos. I brought bags of scarves, bags of necklaces, rings, bangles, belts because as Rachel Zoe would say, “more is more.” I now understand why she once carried seven suitcases through the airport for a weekend. Not only does that layered Boho gypsy vibe make your dance moves all the more enjoyable, it completes your outfit. Scarves tied as headbands are not only for Axl Rose, and you will be grateful to have them as your hair gets filled with dust and sweat. Pro tip: tie an extra scarf or bandana to your purse, this will be a lifesaver when the wind starts to blow and a desert storm hits.

4) Beauty and the Bohemian: this is also a challenge. Your makeup is probably going to be melted off your face pretty quickly, so as cute as that face jewel trend is, don’t expect it to last too long. Get your selfies in early. Setting spray is your friend. Since wearing much makeup is more of a burden than it is worth it is key to prepare before and be sure to give your face some TLC at the end of the night. Dust is going to get everywhere and I mean everywhere. By the end of the night your eyes will be red from it, make sure if you are blind like me you take your contact lenses out (this will be one of the best feelings ever, akin to clipping your weave out) and have lots of clean extra pairs. You will probably need to shower every night and so treating yourself to a moisturizing face mask will do wonders. On that note, take really good care of your skin and immune system before you leave so your skin can easily repair once you get to the desert. Get a spray tan before you leave and bring more with you to apply each morning to your whole body before doing the same with sunscreen. Just do not pack that in your carry-on luggage. I learned that lesson the hard way on a trip to Miami when I pleaded with an unsimpathetic TSA officer that my expensive St. Tropez tan was in fact a mousse, so not technically a liquid. Faking a dark tan and going for a higher level SPF is a good choice because you are super exposed on the fields and a sunburn will hurt your energy levels and comfort. Don’t forget lip balm with SPF, chapped lips are not ideal for kissing your beau during Calvin Harris’ set. Finally, treat yourself to eyelash extensions. Applying fake eyelashes will cut into your poolside pregame and the glue will just melt in the heat anyways. So extensions are the way to go. The splurge is worth it for the long weekend and with long lashes and golden skin you can basically get away with not wearing any other makeup.

5) Drink tons of water! Vodka water works too. The weekend is really a marathon, so you need to stay hydrated. Lying on the ground and taking dreamy eyed selfies is totally acceptable and often necessary to regroup before the next set.

Eric and I had so many perfect moments on the trip. Making it to the front of the stage for Guns & Roses, while Axl, despite being confined to a robotic chair with his broken leg, showed us he still really has insane vocal chops and ditched his Diva attitude to play a marathon 3+ hour set. Sweating our faces off dancing to Bauer, while he brought out one of my favourite female rappers, the very fierce Leikeli47. Riding on Eric’s shoulders during Ice Cubes quintessential California Love party where he brought out guests that could have been headliners in my mind, Dr Dre (who killed some classic N.W.A. fire starters), Kendrick Lamar (who blew me away with his stage presence at Way Home) spit some sparks yet again, The Game (another one of my favourite rappers), and Little E to make us all feel we were actually in Compton at a tailgate party. Spinning in the field dancing to Rancid made me feel like I was back in the 90s at the birthplace of SKA. Run the Jewels was gold. Major Lazor brought the house down, even though I’ve seen them perform even more intimately so many times. And Calvin Harris was the perfect touchy, feely finale where he abandoned his radio hits for his classic nostalgia triggering magical house music and more heavy hitting bangers with beauties like Big Sean by his side.  Obviously, no matter what set we were at, there was as Zeppelin would say, “A Whole Lotta Love.” For video clips of the madness see my instagram account @l_gibby.

I cannot really describe how amazing this weekend was without sounding cliché, but I think I felt a sense of calm and pure joy with feeling like you are exactly where you should be at that moment. Like you would not change your circumstance, or where you are in the world for anything at that time. Every day, I felt like I made the most of every second. I lived by one of my favourite quotes:

Happy Birthday to My Beautiful Sister

I’ve always said that if I ever had a sister, I would probably kill her. That’s just my competitive nature speaking but BBBs (beyond basic bitches) watch out! Even with my little brother the sports battles were constant and he is happy to be alive, after I pushed him in the water before he could swim. With this level of sibling rivalry at play, I counted my blessings no other girl would ever vie for my parents attention. That being said, as I have matured I’ve gained more blessings in the form of a little brunette sister from Hong Kong, who knows the difference between tassels and fringe. And no, my parents did not go all Brangelina and hop on the adoption trend, but rather I have been lucky enough to have one of my best friends come to live with my family and I any time she visits Canada from HK (which in my opinion is not often enough). She is truly part of the family.

Some sisters try to tear each other down, but Zahra does the opposite. She inspires me to be better, be more, follow my interests and gives me the confidence to do so. I mean when someone this cool–that effortless type of cool you can’t even begin to emulate actually thinks you are worth hanging with it’s quite the ego boost. She is the best stylist you could ever ask for, with killer photography skills and one of the best writers I have ever read. She is always on the cutting edge of what is insanely, blow-your-mind awesome in terms of music and responsible for introducing me to most of my favourite artists and tracks. She is itty bitty, bit also a full on badass and the best compadre to have by your side on a night out. She has saved my life and been there for some of my most scrupulous adventures, but even when we are having the worst luck it is always the best time with her. She moves in fast, powerfully creative circles, but she remains one of the most kind, sweet, considerate and humble people I know. She is a woman on the verge. Unstoppable. Her presence is quickly becoming known in the online magazine world as an authority on the new and now.  Hypebeast and Soy have lost her to CNN, but I know it won’t be long before she is running her own show. She has an incredible eye for bringing people and their talents together. This is her art.

And so today on her birthday, I could not before proud of my little sis who inspires us all to think big.

Her personal blog can be found here.

Photos collectively shot by Zahra Jamshed, Lauren McCormick and yours truly.

Set for Summer

My favourite trio of socially conscious and animal-loving entrepreneurs are doing big things! Like real big. And people are taking notice. Their latest endeavour is the dive straight into clothing.  As much as I would be totally okay spending the rest of my life naked, wearing only hair accessories, the Canadian climate and the authorities simply won’t allow it.  In order to be fully festival ready, head to toe, Ezzy Lynn has added a clothing line.

Their line is inspired by the wise sensibility of Australian brands, like Sabo Skirt, who in my humble opinion are always way ahead of us on the hot, flirty clothing front (I mean what do you expect with a population that tanned and sexy). The line is composed of “sets,” which are basically just matching separates (crop top & shorts/crop top and skirt), as well as a line of basic crop tops that literally go with EVERYTHING. The colours range from bright to neutral and the prints evoke psychedelic EDM vibes. Each set is also inspired by an endangered animal, for example: the rhino, the amur leopard, the grey wolf, giant panda, flamingo, kermode bear, black jaguar and seahorse crop top.  What I love about the sets is the gorgeous fabrics. All are light, breathable and perfect for a sunny festival. In addition, the sets are brilliant because they provide so many options: wearing the two pieces together is a striking look, but separately the pieces are very versatile and can be worn so many ways on their own. Oh and did I mention, possibly my favourite feature: no undergarments necessary (there’s the nudist in me again) #freethenipple.

I was lucky enough to get to model in their photo shoot for the sets and on top of that my favourite photographer shot the collection, Lee Solo.  I have done many photo shoots, and despite the somewhat chilly grey weather, this was hands down the best, most fun shoot I have ever done. Not only did the Ezzy Lynn girls have mimosas ready early in the morning, but they were just the most lovely collaborative team, whose synergy was so incredible to witness first hand. Creativity flowed freely and we all had an absolute blast! Girl power is still alive and well post Spice Girls!

This weekend Ezzy Lynn will be selling these gorgeous pieces along with their hair accessories at Digital Dreams! It was last year, at DD that I first met these phenomenal feline femmes and I can’t wait to help them out this year. Keep your eyes peeled for the most beautiful and stylish babes at the festival and help save an animal or two by rocking one of their hot summer sets, while you watch the music sets.

Meet Emerson! Ezzy Lynn adopted an elephant for me in my name!

Over the past year I have been lucky enough to align myself with exactly the type of brand I want to create/work for one day.  I have written about Ezzy Lynn in the past, but to recap: they are a beautiful boho hair accessories company that donates 25% of their proceeds to the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) to help animal conservation efforts.  I truly believe that today, in a time where the market is so over-saturated with products from so many different brands, we must make an effort to support those that not only use the wonderful resources this incredible planet has to offer, but also give back.  I am so grateful that these gorgeous girls from Western chose to adopt an African elephant in my name as a thank you for my ongoing support and promotion of their phenomenally unique and fun hair accessories.  When the adoption kit from the WWF came in the mail, it wasn’t just the normal online shopping heart flutter, it was something I could really feel great about supporting.  I loved learning all about African elephants and what is being done by the WWF to help conserve their home in the wild.  To adopt your own elephant click here.  Other beautiful animals are also up for adoption here and over the years this has become one of my favourite gifts to give as Christmas presents.  With it being spring, a time of rebirth after Easter, what better way to celebrate than to adopt your own wild animal, or finally put that toque to rest and spice up your hair game with one of the beautiful hair accessories by Ezzy Lynn that support the cause.  Shop the new collection here and use my PROMO CODE: LAUREN.

Below are some photos of when my adoption kit arrived in the mail (note: Emerson loves wearing Ezzy Lynn scrunchies) and of my collie, Kailey adopting Emerson herself:

A not-so-critical look at “Dsquaw”

NYFW just passed and with winter still forging on tirelessly it is hard for me to look ahead to next years’ fall and winter. But alas this is fashion, always looking far forward, yet at the same time looking back. Fashionistas and designers are required to be ahead and constantly innovative six months before the rest of the world, and every six months. It may seem like it is all fun and games and garments, but designers are under constant pressure to innovate and create. Once they create another brain child, they almost immediately have to start working on the next season’s look, vibe and piece de resistance. Because of the quick turnover, designers have to become extremely creative and may seek inspiration from anywhere. It is nothing new for designers to look for inspiration from past time periods or different cultures around the world.

With all of this in mind, had I seen the latest D*Squared fall collection before I had heard about all of its political controversy I probably would have simply adored it. It has all of my usual favourite elements: fur, Canadian tribal prints, leather, oversized jewels and tons of proportion play. However, we live in a world where fashion is not simply taken at face value anymore, it is no longer just a matter of beauty, in order to gain press one must often provoke political controversy. Perhaps this was Dean and Dan’s intention by naming their collection “D*Squaw,” knowing well that the derogatory term for native Indian girl would garner a massive amount of attention. Good or bad, we live in a world where any attention is worth it. I mean look at Kim Kardashian or “Teen Moms” with their sex tapes getting them way further than my Ivy League bachelor’s degree ever did. Is it offensive? Yes. Is it offensive enough to have stores boycotting the product? In my opinion, no. I think people go a little overboard these days with the notion that everything has to be “politically correct.” Art by its very nature is meant to be provocative. It is meant to inspire thought. Get people talking. Questioning. Art must be subversive in order for there to be progress. It is hard to not see art that was inspired by historical periods as anything but racist, because those times were in fact very racist. But by gaining inspiration from early colonial Canada, it does not mean D*Squared necessarily supports the racism that occurred during that time, they are simply finding some beauty in what was ugly. Beauty can be found in the ugliest of times and it is often what gets us through those horrible moments. Fashion is about being able to be whoever you want to be every day. It is a habitual costume. Putting on something that gives off a certain character has gotten me through some of the toughest times in my life. In that moment as you look at yourself in the mirror adorned in your costume of the day you are able to escape temporarily from your own self-loathing identity.

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Daylight Savings & Ezzy Lynn!

Life has been a little crazy lately, so I apologize for my absence… There are many blog posts to come this week. Usually I live for Halloween, but this year with the pouring rain (again), and the nonsense that is the Toronto nightlife scene, I was actually really excited for a relaxing Sunday and daylight savings to come. Granted, I still ended up having to work on Sunday night, but this was the perfect boho, breezy fall outfit I picked for Brunch at La Societe with my dear friend, Avalon. I ended up being so lazy after the hectic past three weeks, that I wore the outfit out to work last night too. I love a look that seamlessly goes from day to night.

I have recently been extremely lucky enough to partner with a brand that is near and dear to my heart: Ezzy Lynn. I met the lovely ladies behind the incredible boho hair accessories brand back in June at the Digital Dreams electronic music festival where I was working. They hand make all of their flower crowns, scrunchies and headpieces in their spare time in London, Ontario while holding down full time jobs. On top of this formidable feat, they adopt an endangered animal for every 25 pieces they sell by partnering with with World Wildlife Fund (WWF). Upon hearing all this and being mesmerized by the beautiful flower crowns they had on display, I decided I needed a daisy crown in my life. The only problem: I was supposed to be working and had nowhere to put it for the rest of the day as I walked around the festival. The three beauty girls behind Ezzy Lynn, offered to hold onto my crown I had bought until the end of the day when I could pick it up. I thought what a lovely gesture and immediately trusted these gems. However by early evening an absolute downpour occurred, and at the end of the night when we arrived back at the Ezzy Lynn booth we found out that it had been completely ransacked by the rain and that the girls’ inventory had been mostly destroyed or stolen. Sadly, I had given up on retrieving the flower crown I had bought, until at the very end of the show, among 60,000 partygoers we ran into the trio, who unbelievably had saved my crown and were hoping to find us. It was a very serendipitous day indeed. Here are some photos of the daisy headband that originally got me hooked on the brand:

Now that fall is here, I have put the daisy crown away. But being a beach girl at heart, all year round, I am still obsessed with summery and ocean-inspired pieces mixed into my fall/winter wardrobe. I am now wearing my Sea Horse Scrunchie by Ezzy Lynn on the reg. The gorgeous rose gold silk texture, makes it unique and glamorous. It can dress up any outfit and gives braids, half-ups and ponytails a chic upgrade and level of class that normal elastics cannot even come close to achieving. The iridescence exudes the pearly colours of sea shells and tropical underwater beauties, allowing me to feel like a mermaid even in the freezing cold. It is safe to say I am obsessed. I also love its versatility in its ability to be a hair and wrist accessory. So once again, thank you Ezzy Lynn!

 

Floppy Felt Hat: Ralph Lauren
Leather Jacket: Forever 21
Dress: Tobi.com
Boots: Salvatore Ferragamo
Necklace: H&M

Film Review of the TIFF Premiere of “Escobar: Paradise Lost”

Last night I went to go see the TIFF gala premiere of Andrea Di Stefano’s film Escobar: Paradise Lost, starring Benicio Del Toro as Pablo Escobar, Josh Hutcherson as Nick and Claudia Traisac as Maria. I can safely say this was the highlight of the Toronto International Film Festival for me.

As Queen’s University Film Grad, any chance I get to unleash my inner movie nerd is welcomed and so every year I carefully look at the descriptions of each film on the TIFF website and decide on the ones that really grab me. Immediately upon reading the bio for Stefano’s film, I was sold. Drug lords, surfing, romance, Canadians seeking a beach life in the sun these are a few of my favourite things. Done deal. Only problem: I was supposed to be leaving on a trip to Connecticut for a family reunion yesterday evening. Luckily I convinced my parents to postpone the drive until the next morning. This was a serious accomplishment, considering my dad is a litigator and they are basically paid to be stubborn. Next problem: tickets are “off sale.” I devise a plan whereby my boyfriend (who we realized is a much taller Josh Hutcherson lookalike) would stand in line for Rush tickets, until I could get down there (commuter traffic was beyond horrific). Upon my arrival my boyfriend informs me that he was too fed up with the long line, so he left it. I’m devastated. Then with a sly smile he says, “I got us two tickets to it instead, regular price.” I squeal in excitement and exclaim, “how?!?!” In his best Jay-Z falsetto voice he goes “cuz I’m a hustla baby.” This is why I love him. Perfecto. And totally worth the 10 minute sprint in heels into Chipotle to get him the burrito he requested (people on the street must’ve thought that boogie blonde really fiends dat guac eh).

The film, also worth it, like the L’Oreal slogan in the intensely glossy and beautifully shot previews, I might add. It was a drama and romance, yet also a thriller and comedy, and arguably also a tragedy. As my old film prof used to say, “all good dramas must have comedy and all good comedies must have drama.” It did this so seamlessly that the audience found themselves bursting into laughter, followed by bursting with smiles watching an adorable love story, then holding their breath during fight scenes. The audience also found themselves mimicking the feelings of the main character Nick, an innocent Canadian (as the director described him in his introduction of the film), who goes through a whirlwind of emotions throughout the film. Josh Hutcherson really shows off his acting chops exceptionally well in the performance I believe will set him apart from the Hunger Games series and rank him among the more serious actors in young Hollywood. The film follows a non-chronological timeline that begins right before the major turn in the story from romance to heart-wrenching thriller and tragedy. As previously mentioned, the audience is taken on a Colombian adventure, being put directly in Nick’s (Hutcherson) shoes, or lack thereof, as a happy-go-lucky surfer dude, who goes from quiet and reserved to fearless hero in a country so desperately seeking a hero. Speaking of this “national hero,” we come to Pablo Escobar. Benicio Del Toro takes on a very interesting role, playing the drug lord/modern day Robin Hood. The audience feels Nick’s conflicted thoughts simultaneously as they appear on the screen, as Nick flip flops between being terrified of this sociopathic, ruthless, and ultimately backstabbing killer and feeling connected to the funny, likeable, surprisingly normal and joyous man behind the fame. Ultimately, Escobar always finds a way to win the game. Unfortunately for the other characters there can only be one winner.

One of the most formidable aspects of the film was it’s ability to portray the complex and futile political situation during the Escobar Era in Colombia, and arguably still today. We have a “War on Drugs” and yet it is undeniable that politics rely more so on economic power structures than justice and morals. Pablo Escobar is a hero, yet also a villain in a world where those lines are becoming increasingly more blurred. In the beginning of the film, Maria (Traisac) pleads to Nick (Hutcherson) that Pablo (Del Toro) is actually a kind, normal, almost respectable man despite his career choice in the taboo business of cocaine smuggling, which she innocently defends as just the cash crop that has been around so long in Colombian history. The film conveys the idea that we live in a hopeless world filled with people looking for hope in a single figure, whether he be political or religious, who more often fails them. Escobar is humanized enough times that the audience leaves the film questioning why we always jump to hating the “playas,” when we should be hating the “game.”

You can view the trailer here.

Side Note: Since I cannot talk about the film without discussing its fashion, though fashion was by no means a focus, other than the hilarity of some of the insanely gaudy outfits sported by Escobar’s family contrasted with his dishevelled appearance, I LOVED Nick’s cute short sleeve tribal print button downs!  Absolutely adore this spanish inspired look on men!

And for my own fashion of the night: here is a groovy pic of me looking very uncomfortable freezing in the cold outside post film fashion: White blazer and black collarless blouse both Wilfred, silk zebra print shorts Balmain, snakeskin wedges Sam Edelman.

Hello, Привет, Bonjour, مرحبا , Olá, 您好, Salut!

Ironic that my first post is on a cold, grey, rainy day.  I live for the sun, my naturally blonde hair needs it, my freckles multiply into one big freckle and finally I can play the sports I love so much.  It is only September, yet the weather here in Toronto feels like it should be November.  I am in denial.  I refuse to believe summer is over so soon.  The two months I live for all year were dismal at best, and after the worst winter in 80 years, even true Canadians were ready for a real summer.  As an artist, former film major and fashion student I love getting into costume, but for the every day I love for my outfits to exude a mood that reflects my setting. So, today I chose a grey themed outfit that connotes transitioning into fall, while still holding onto the end of summer.  I wear shorts for as long as possible, often into October, but chose black lace-up Billabong cutoffs that are perfect for fall; my Hurley palm print photographic tank reflects my love for California and rock & roll (I had a music video casting this afternoon); my grey H&M cardigan, because I am always somehow freezing cold; and I accessorized with Call It Spring lace up pumps, multiple gold rings and chains from Aldo Accessories, spike bracelet by Stella and Dot, and a two-finger gold ring by Vitaly (a local brand), my Michael Kors chain link watch, silver necklace by Tobi and a b/w fringe purse from Urban Outfitters.  You may also follow me on Instagram for more ideas on how to live out the final days of summer. @l_gibby