It’s that time again. As Moira Rose would eagerly retort to the question of what her favourite season is, “Awards” is the singular reply. I just love the return of awarding the elite in an industry that treats people like auction-worthy objects in outfits they didn’t have to pay for all while winning trophies for playing pretend. The sweet, sweet smell of synthetic realism.

Be it social conditioning or simple repetition, in the new year I can get lost in thoughts of what’s new, what’s over, and what will stay the same. I try not to fall into the full-on sure to set oneself up for failure, “New year, new me,” mantra, but I’m likely splitting hairs. All that to say, come the new year I pose the following question to myself: what is new in the world of fashion in 2023? 

Okay. A reminder that first and foremost, fashion is a buffet. You don’t have to like everything let alone eat everything or pay. And second, American fashion is inherently tacky. As is America. This year’s theme explores this notion at its most formal event: the Metropolitan Museum of Art Fashion Exhibit Annual Fundraising Gala where the 2022 theme was: Gilded Glamour.

I identify as a bit of a paradox: I like order and logic and often times that leads to a great policy or recommendation. On the other hand, if it’s BS after asking why it exists and the owner can’t explain it to my liking, I’m not much of a rule for rules sake person. What rules?

It’s Pisces season in the astrological calendar and I am all in my feelings. As a fellow fish, this time of year feels so me. Along with getting excited for my near birthday, I tend to think deeply about the things I care about.

It’s been a week since the American Presidential Staff inauguration and the dust has settled. At least a tiny bit. As folx with a sense of humanity breathed a squeaking sigh of relief – as there is so much work to be done – they also got a show: a fashion show.

As I wrap up working as a costumer on a TV show – I started working in January, pandemic paused from mid-March through July, and we just finished filming last week - it’s hard not to get nostalgic. Ten months of time for a four months of work project is a lot. It’s bittersweet: I’m relieved to be done and healthy yet a trifling bit sad to say goodbye.

One of my favourite, semi spaced out states to be in is on my lounger couch under a wool blanket and sparkle slippers, cruising through online resale sites for antique jewelry, designer silk scarves, or for my long standing unicorn Manolo Blahniks while I sort of watch a show on Netflix.

It’s not often that I find myself at a loss for words. Maybe it’s the looming autumn, perhaps work is taking a giant share of my mental load, or maybe I’m entering a new phase of this pandemic. All could be true at the same time. More simply put, I don’t have something succinct to share with y’all.

I love the VMAs. They are always good for a moment, a laugh, or a jaw drop. When I saw the promotions leading up to the event, I was at first stoked. Then I quickly remembered of course the show will be different. Everything seems a bit different in the pandemic

June has been a revolutionary month. As we continue to progress through this pandemic, issues that affect us all are illuminated too. I’m talking about inequality, systemic racism, Black Lives Matter, Canadas injustices and lack of reconciliation with our indigenous peoples, and oh, yeah, it is Pride Month.

The past few weeks have been revolutionary. People of colour have been pleading societies about systemic racism for years, decades, and centuries. Now, finally, the world is not only hearing the cries but we are actually doing something. we being white people.