Category — Fashion

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It’s been a rough week. Madeleine and I were both hit with a terrible stomach flu following our delightful weekend in Victoria. Birthday festivity pictures to come. (English Inn Resort! Raw Canvas! Shopping in Vic!) And poetry. Oh yes.

There is nothing like the gentle licks of morning ferry deck, leafing through piles and piles of musty old titles, perusing handmade labels, worshipping in a quiet nave, and savouring the company of loved ones. This is how we’re spending our Easter (and my 30th birthday.) How are you spending yours? Easter, I mean.

First, pick your outfit:

Then find a date:

Secure your front row seats:

Sit back and enjoy the show:

And afterwards hop backstage for some face time with the man of the hour:

My latest column exploring fashion and theology is up in Comment Magazine. Madeleine was my inspiration as I considered ‘The advent of personal style.’ Enjoy!

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Also, speaking of fashion, the following invite arrived in the ‘ol inbox this morning. Paul Hardy presents at Vancouver Fashion Week tomorrow. I can’t wait! Paul’s shows never disappoint. 

I hope to bring you back pictures…

I am just finishing up my next column for Comment Magazine entitled: Confessions of a Male Model. Ironically, I get to play model today. Gaetanne Leduc, our wedding photographer, called yesterday and asked if I’d do some pregnancy modeling for her baby and pregnancy portfolio/website launch. I couldn’t be happier to have something to do with this belly and my time…

I remember the day I first encountered dawn, willingly. The slow turning of midnight to charcoal, lavender then cherry red, blood orange and, finally, the blaze of morning’s first light: pineapple gold.

God made dawn, with its flurry of colour, to welcome us. I feel the same way about summer.

Right now, from urban mainstay Anthropologie to the handmade clothing of Adhesif, the radish reds and saltwater turquoise of the 1950s, ’60s and ’70s are spilling onto sunny boardwalks and into the streets once again.

Spring/Summer 2009 at Anthropologie

Old is in. This summer, the used and discarded are making a comeback. Call it recession-proofing, call it what you like, but the second-hand clothing scene is booming.

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Read the entire article here. Published today in Comment.

Daily, my body twists and bends, my new form growing in directions I did not have in mind these past few months as I acquired lovely frocks in Paris, London and New York. Portobello, Spitafields and Williamsburg will have to wait—my baby is coming.

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“NY fashions will have to wait—my baby is coming”

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Being six months pregnant makes me feel like the antithesis to aesthetically pleasing. These days the better part of my morning is spent combing through long-loved blouses, hand-sewn dresses and vintage skirts for the sole piece that won’t make me feel fat today.

I have often heard fashion gurus (What Not to Wear’s Stacy London, anyone?) say “dress your body now” (not the one you hope for), and I am doing my best.

In recent months I have mastered the art of the cinched belt: disguising my widening hips (or trying, at least) and accentuating my burgeoning belly. I’m donning oversized dresses, leggings and flats, shopping in my closet for creative ways to smile in the mirror. (An impending birth is not the time to splurge on personal style; the extra pennies are already being tidily tucked away in the mattress.) This, I am told, is a time to celebrate the female form! So, why would I be hiding?

Pregnancy, like any season of life, requires attention. With such rapid and obvious changes afoot, it’s been easy for me to notice the details. But, more than an outward metamorphosis, this experience has been a lesson in living. I need to approach my wardrobe and my life with the same intentionality, every day.

Over the years our frames change, both literally and figuratively. Just as a woman’s body one day makes room for a visitor, so our bodies shift and change as we age. We take desk jobs and, sadly, one day our metabolisms stop burning Peanut Buster® Parfaits like they’re fresh spinach. Our frames change, and they require daily adornment, so why not relish in the simple creative opportunity this affords us?

Creative dressing comes in many forms. The more ambitious types, like Alex Martin of the “Little Brown Dress” Project, don the same homemade dress for 365 days. More than practicality, it’s an anti-consumerist statement, and a beautiful one at that. Others, like Ryan Marshall of Pacing the Panic Room, take a more mainstream approach. Working from the racks of American Apparel, this photographer/writer provides a weekly chronicle of his wife’s growing baby belly and her creative means to cover it.

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“Chronicling pregnancy from the dressing room”

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There is a season for everything (even tight pocket books and broadening mid-sections), Ecclesiastes reminds us. Perhaps pregnancy is a time when we mothers—writers, professors, teachers, painters, carpenters, dancers, students, baristas—embrace our inward and outward selves in new and inspired ways.

And, as Mark Twain coyly aphorizes: “Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.”

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Published today in Comment

I have had a long term love affair with fashion so you can imagine the glee when Comment Magazine asked me to serve as their Fashion Columnist.

My first article will appear in Jan/Feb 2009.

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Additionally, with our Toronto move only one week away, I am thrilled to be joining host and Globe and Mail columnist Lorna Dueck at the ranks of Listen Up TV where I’ll be assistant producing two days a week. While I’ll be continuing to freelance during our three month stay I thought a stint in television would be fantastic opportunity, plus it’ll get me out of our 390 square foot condo at least twice a week.  

2009 is looking bright…