Cozette

Thursday evening got off to a great start, thanks to House of Vintage’s Dennis Adamidis. A selection of friends and clients were invited to peruse his Parkdale shop over drinks, a full bar having been set up along the front counters.

No better way to survive the humidity than with a glass of chilled blueberry sangria!

As long as it’s still picnic season, there’s always an excuse for new summer outfits. Here are a few of the pieces I’ve recently put up on Etsy.

Thanks again to Jordana and Stef for being such amazing models!

Today was both Jordana’s 19th birthday and my cousin Daniella’s wedding shower, so we celebrated in style with a Breakfast at Tiffany’s themed party at the Thornhill Country Club.

Everyone wore beautiful summer hats, some vintage and some new. I especially loved the ones that Daniella, Zia, and my mom wore, because they were custom made by Lilliput Hats for the event.

Mom on the right and her oldest friend, Gabe.

Jordana wore a romantic vintage dress that she found at St. Lawrence’s weekly antique market. The best part was the ribboned  orange and plum crinoline, occasionally peaking out to reference the matching silk flower. I love subtle details!

Zia chose a black and white ensemble with yellow accents, right down to the trim on her shoes.

Cousin Lauren and baby Noah

Everyone was dressed to the nines. Above, Nonna looks glam in one of my vintage hats; below, a couple of our younger guests harness 1960s elegance in vintage frocks and hats.

If only every Sunday involved mimosas, party dresses, and amazing Italian treats . . .

I met up with a few friends in Trinity Bellwood on Thursday for some early evening drinking, including Roy who wore a hand beaded necklace pouch from the Philippines.

Miles sporting a custom head wrap from South Africa.

Emilia and Electra

A few of us then headed to the Vice photography show at 47 Gallery, but it was tragically anticlimactic (minus the above outfit). The exhibition was supposed to go on until 11pm, but they decided to shut it down at 10pm when the liquor ran out. I was so disappointed, when I arrived at 10:15pm. As if liquor has anything to do with the dissemination of art. Damn hipster parties!

Late night G&Ts made up for earlier annoyances though!

Having missed the parade due to a photo shoot, I headed over to Church Street in the evening for a drink and people watching.

The eclectic crowd  - colourful trannies, frilly queens, butch babes – showed off their finest  feathers, leather, and spandex in celebration of all things queer.

The crowd was littered with amazing couples like this. Just look at those detailed Aztec-acid-punk outfits! Flawless.

The main drag was a pulsing gallery of wearable art . . .

and flesh . . .

and just general fubulousness.