After.

Katherine: Back to reality.
Katherine: It's not so bad, your roommates talk about fashion with you sometimes.
Katherine: Scolding "That Fashion Guy" for calling Adele fat DOES NOT count.
Katherine: At least we can relish in the LFW remnants. I can't wait to double sided tape my boobs into this secondhandsmoke top.
Katherine: Me too. It's like Rib Cleavage 2.0, Spleen Cleavage
Katherine:  *motions toward purchases* *purchases accept offer to spoon*
Katherine: Do you think this skirt will make us look like a demented popsicle?
Katherine: More like a cute popsicle. Nobody would call us demented.
Katherine: You're right. Dad thinks we're smart.
Katherine: Totally.

Post-designer sale, present hangover, pre-detainment fashion conversations. 'Twas a slice LFW.

During.

There were macrons and mullet jokes and that was just the beginning. I'm aware that the internet is mostly used as a tool to express petty hatred, but I'm going against the online grain today to say how much I loved the LFW show. L-O-V-E internet love right here, right now. Personal taste aside, it's so nice to be around dedication, hard work and creativity, especially when there is a crowd of mutually pumped like minded individuals. It's like attending a graduation and right after the commencement speech you feel the urge to create a colour coded flow chart of a life plan you don't have yet. I believe this is called Community and Inspiration. Also to be noted, Hotties at the after party. Had my window of motivation lasted longer than the typical 37 minutes I would've made an impressive PowerPoint about it with fade in/fade out effects set to Sarah McLachlan. It would've changed your life, but I drank wine and talked about clothes instead (always). Let's take a look back, shall we? I will remember you... Da da da da da-uhh

Donell Kollias- Donell

During Donell's presentation I stood up on my chair and said, "Hey everyone! Want to be super spontaneous, move this party outside and TAKE OFF OUR SHOES?" Just kidding, I'm too socially awkward for such grand gestures, but you know what I mean. And what I mean is, flowy separates with matching patterns and all that is right and good.

          

 Kristen Mrazek & Amanda Harnos- Vino

All that was missing from this line was a Motown singing troupe wearing matching powder blue suits covering The Temptations' My Girl. I was immediately nostalgic for a field of pink wind mills and I've never even seen a pink wind mill in my life. So much crop top, so much spinny skirt, so much summer. *Siiiiiiiiiigh*

 Lauren Enns- Lauren Rebecca

In an attempt to make this post less of a selfish personal outlet and more Democratic For The People Lovin' My Forefathers I thought I'd utilize my journalistic talents (eavesdrop) and collect some opinions. Consesus: Lethbridge loves the Lauren Rebecca lace factor. I for one was intrigued with the white leather pieces. Leather pieces with a Lisbeth Salander Has An Identity Crisis feel. "Being tough is so hard! All I've ever wanted is to wear white leather and chiffon! Nobody gets me! Let's pick tulips!" Very virginal bad ass.

               

Patricia Livingstone- Beatrix
The Beatrix line picked up where Vino left off as far as summer sweetness goes. I mean, she accessorized with bunches of balloons (!!) and probably UV Rays (but I'm only guessing). Is there some sort of Lethbridgian strawberry milkshake/peach body spray club I don't know about?

 Steph Hogan- Penny Lane

I saw this fringe vest and sang Fever Dog in my head. I mean this in the best possible way. Steph, I challenge you to an Almost Famous Quote-Off and if I win you'll pay me in your designs, yes? Please?  p.s.Your aura is purple. p.p.s. I AM A GOLDEN GOD. (Bring it) 

Tammy McNamara- Bow Tied

Cute and wholesome, like a bowl of sunshine flavoured mini wheats sprinkled with embellished peter pan collars and back buttons. (Not pictured here) Back buttons people. Shoulda been there.

Sarah Auston- Of A Feather
With a Jil Sander-esque colourful minimalist feel the Of A Feather girl reminds me of an Art Kid/Honour Roll student hybrid. Which leaves me battling with buckling down vs. shopping. (<, duh)

 
Shelly Court- secondhandsmoke

You know what I was saying about life plan flow charts and Inspiration earlier?  *Cue the McLachlan* Top to Bottom: Hot magician with rib cleavage, Mick Jagger's girlfriend, The coolest girl to ever sell hemp bracelets out of her PT Cruiser. AKA The goals of my future symbolized through clothing. Spooky. And how fittingly Schizo. But also paradoxically not schizo (DUUUUDE MAAANN)(practicing for a career in home made hemp products) as the way Shelly wardrobes seems to be consistently made for adventure girls with their shit   together, or those aspiring to.                           

Thanks to S-Layton Photography, Bjg Photography and Sarah Bellamy from With Love From S And J for providing the runway pictures!  

Before.

I immediately thought,  I wish I didn't do my nails in the car (accidental Michele Lamy inspired manicure). Probably shouldn't have had that taco-in-a-bag either. I've attended past seasons of Lethbridge Fashion Weekend and thoroughly Facebooked stalked the ones before my time and I gotta say, something about this ninth season was so... shiny. It brought out the jealousy issues in me, that's for sure. After mentally gradating from gentle weeps to angry cries to the flat out ugly, squishy faced baritone sobs of my envious, fashion loving heart I promptly decided to get over myself and bask in the fun. Because you could definitely tell that the crowd was having so much fun with style that night. I'm also the proud new owner of a gift bag (best part of my week, no shame) so throw some chocolate on all this grown up play time and call me tickled. It looked like this:

  

See? Envious ugly sobs Fun times.

Here We Go Again

Do you ever put on an outfit and know with a most certain knowing that one day you will look back on it and laugh/cringe/cry yourself to sleep? Do you ever disregard your gut feelings because the honeymoon phase is too powerful and you cannot deny the short term pleasures of cobalt blue leotards/overalls/sequin sneakers/all of these things worn together/all of these things worn together at a dance club? I mean, for instance.

Me too. All the time. And I can feel it in my bones that today will be one of those days.

In honour of LFW I plan on suppressing any kind of good judgement and full out humiliate the 2013 version of Katherine. Who's with me? I expect you'll all be on your best of the worst best outfitted behaviour.

I Bet You Thought This Was A Fashion Blog

Skip to 38 seconds. See that? See those circa 2001 Pants-That-Zip-Into-Shorts-Pants? SOUL. MATE.

The Fashion Experience

Maybe it's because today is a red thong day. Maybe it's because Tavi Gevinson is being featured on StylelikeU right now. Blame it on the crispy spring air. For whatever reason I'm a little beam of light ready to abandon my typically selfish approach to blogging because today I have something legitimate to share. I don't believe in tips for dressing, so consider this a tip off to the fashion experience. The kind of experience that must be italicized. You can chalk this one up with The Greats of all that is the young persons common sense, such as, If you eat an entire Jumbo Skittles pack at once your eyes will change colour for a second. Or, Listen to Tommy with a candle burning, and you'll see your entire future.

Welcome to My First Unselfish Post brought to you by Cold & Flu Symptoms hosted by my body's optimal temperature and weakened immune system.

It all began when people started calling Tylenol 3 tablets Tee Threes. Tee Three. To me Tee Three read more like the token I Have An Obscure Nickname And We Only Talk When We Play Beer Pong friend than a prescription. So obviously I was so excited that I finally had enough germs in me to try this pain reliever practically named after my favourite drinking buddy. So obviously I spent my high school days playing LIFE with my five friends not ever doing drugs so now I feel I have to catch up with Tylenol popping, WOA, SOMEBODY STOP ME! Take that kids in the stoner hallway, TAKE THAT.  We are now being reminded that The Visual Jerbil is a space of non-judgement, alright?


Step 1: T3.


In tiny bottles of nasal spray on a below-the-eye-level shelving unit in a Walmart pharmacy the sun rises and sets 10 000 times over. I have this theory that the Equate company just fills the nasal sinus medication bottles with leftover mosquito spray, and it is so beautiful.


Step 2: Nasal Spray.


As if I'd leave a Walmart without an impulse buy.


Step 3: Tim Horton's large double double coffee and honey cruller doughnut combo.


By now you should be able to feel the fine muscle tissues in your finger tips, but you're not finished quite yet. I would never take on a sick day without Style.com acting as the little spoon. (Bonus points if you're looking at the word Style and seriously wondering if that's really the correct spelling.)

Step 4: Stare into the omniscient hand of  A.F. Vandevorst FW12.

The finale in your mind should look like this:

   

That's some serious Bloody Mary shit right there. Proceed with caution, you might develop a chemical dependency on A.F. Vandevorst.

Waaaaaahh

               

  

My all time favourite love story. My love for Michele Lamy’s manicure places a close second.