Synergy /sinn?rji/

the creation of a whole that is greater than the sum of its individual parts

originates from the Greek sunergos, meaning ‘working together’


It’s prom season, you can tell. Everyone is all in a tizzy about dresses, buzzing about limos, and getting distracted from school. I hear it’s worse in the states, but people here are pretty excited. Well, most anyways. A surprisingly large number this year are reflecting my sentiments on the issue: not such a big deal. Maybe it has something to do with the recession, but there seems to be a definite shift in priorities in my grade. We originally were going to rent a floor of a hotel for all the graduates, but that fell through. People have much less of an excited attitude about the night (more pessimistic, some might say)..And I, among a couple others (the minority) bought dresses for quite cheap. I think mine takes the cake, however, for price.

It’s from Charlotte Russe, some american store (most of the things are quite cheap & cheaply made), however for a prom dress I will wear only once, it’s perfect. It is so cute, and now I can get some fierce shoes, since it was only…30$! No kidding. Take a peek. 

Prom Dress - Charlotte RusseAin’t it purdy? I know. I love it. It looks quite nice with black shoes, so I’ll have to be on the lookout for some hot ones. 

Also when I was in the States, I picked up a BEAUTIFUL purse, which will suit me very well in the summer months. It is canvas and faux leather and beautiful because it looks a) summery and b) very similar to the beautiful equestrian Tory Burch boots I have been lusting after for a while and will never get. Both below, lust with me!

My BagTory Burch Equestrian BootsSo close enough I guess! As close as I’m going to get to those gorgeous boots anyways, since they’re 500$. Ha. Yeah right.

Anyways, I picked up a couple more beauties, but the bag is the best. I used it today and am already in love!



Joyeux Anniversaire

It’s my sister’s birthday today: she is 13. I know, it’s nuts. Just thought I’d share our family traditions, since I think that birthday traditions are fun and adorable. 

So first, we always have cake for breakfast. Always, and I don’t think it’s ever been vanilla cake, always chocolate. I personally am not a cake fan, so my mom always makes me brownie cake instead. Mmmm. 

Also, my mom goes insane on decorations. She actually loves it. She will go out, and get the most ridiculous (read: tacky) decorations imaginable. Last year, it was a life size plastic Mariachi band and a seriously fierce salsaing 2D plastic couple. This year, think Grease-style: cutouts of those old cars, a diner, etc. For B’s  this year it’s Hawaiian theme to the max: picture a hula dancer. But they are male. And wearing a mask. Which is tribal. And terrifying. 

Presents in the morning, is pretty common. 

And out for dinner at night. Lovely. I enjoy birthdays greatly at my house. 

Noticed: Tons of people born in April. Early April especially, like the first week. I think that puts conception at about..July? In the mood for loving in July? I guess so..Maybe it’s just a geographic/demographic type of thing. Maybe I’ll look into this a little more, but I know at least ten (?) people who are  born the same week as me. And that’s quite a few!

Anyways, today we ate at a really nice (and really tiny) Italian restaurant called La Forchetta in Little Italy, downtown Toronto. It’s really small! But apparently has won multiple awards. The food was amazing, to be sure, and the service was excellent. I guess that’s what you get for not having too many customers to serve, you can make it fantastic. Then again, it was also a rainy Monday night (ABSOLUTELY MISERABLE, IN FACT) so not so busy. But the food was delicious. I had a pasta with roasted chicken, roasted garlic, chickpeas, caramelized onions, artichoke hearts. It sounds not so nice, but tasted delicious. Plus a organic greens salad with blueberry vinaigrette & goat cheese, and capuccino tartufo. Delicious. Really. 

I will post more about it later, but the Hills are on and I feel like watching something trashy. Be back soon!



En Vogue

Vogue Cover May 2009

Picked up my new Vogue yesterday after reading an article trashing the mag for making their May 09 issue one all about models. The cover features nine famous faces in the industry at the moment, shot by Steven Meisel, the photographer who discovered/promoted them all, and who is featured in an interview and self portrait inside the magazine. The article I read said that Vogue should stop trying so hard to promote models, make them popular, or famous, and that the models should stay in the background. 

To them I say: no way!

Personally, I am open for pretty much anything, since I believe people’s lives are extremely interesting, no matter who they are. I feel like the idea of doing an expose of sorts on the models of the moment is a great idea! Since the public knows very little about models, and too much about celebrities. Models do quiet work, and we only catch glimpses of them on runways or backstage, and I can’t say I’ve ever seen a long interview of a model – discounting Gisele, Kate, Naomi, or the other huge ones. I am interested in reading about their lives and loves, since one Vogue feature is the “Meet the Boyfriends” article. But then again, I’m a total sucker for relationship goss. 

I haven’t read much of it yet, but I’m going to go do that now!

Also noticed: striking similarities between this issue & April Harper’s Bazaar. 


  1. Vogue features models (including Gisele); HB has Gisele on the cover. 
  2. Vogue has a feature of Natalia Vodianova (“The Great Pretender”) role-playing nine fashion legends; HB has Gisele personifying supermodels throughout the ages
  3. Vogue pays tribute to Steven Meisel, a great photographer known for discovering models; HB heralds Richard Avedon, another great photographer.


I wonder: do most people read both magazines? Or do the editors know that the public probably only reads one of the two? Or is it all a giant coincidence? Either way, it struck me that they were remarkably similar. Strange, very strange.


Night night,