HOW I TRIED TO REJECT KIM KARDASHIAN-STYLE MATERNITY DRESSING AND FAILED 

*Story appeared in Huffington Post Canada.

PreggoFashion2Fancy-dancy baby bumps are all the rage, especially among the celeb set. And when I first got pregnant, it felt like Kate, Kim et al. were staring me down from the grocery aisles. Goading me into joining the fun.

But nay, I thought in protest. Maternity fashion was vanity gone haywire. Yeah, yeah, I loved dressing-up more than pretty much everyone I knew, but suction tight maternity dresses and bikini-clad #babybump selfies seemed to be crossing a line. The message: Women should (should! Bwa-haw-haw!) look their best always–before and after their water broke.

So I had a revelation, “I am going to let myself go!”–for those nine months. I would allow my body to roar au naturel. Also, to help combat wasteful capitalism–which I myself was often guilty of–I refused to buy a whole new maternity wardrobe. I was bringing a new life into the world, after all. It was time to be practical, ethical. Maybe I’d purchase some elastic-waist jeans, leggings, a few tops, but that was it.

For a few months, I lived on as this low-maintenance person. I wore whatever fit in my closet. I felt, um, good. Relaxed. “No nausea,” I reported to anyone who’d listen, as if this reflected my even keeled psychological state.

But by month five even my husband’s button downs were splitting on me like sausage casings. Still, half-imagining myself to be practical, I decided to buy large sized normal pieces (read: non-maternity) that I could re-wear postpartum, say with a belt.

Sweats weren’t exactly versatile. Rather, I needed just a few key outfits that could work from day to night–especially night. A pink A-line dress, a white kaftan, and a silky maxi soon followed. I brought them to my tailor, since roomy regular clothes don’t quite fit the way proper maternity ones might. A slit here and a plunging neckline there guided the eye just so–as in, away from my swollen hips and legs, and the grim-reaper veins on my ankles and hands.

True, it was all a tad indulgent, but overall, my plan still erred on sensibility. Or so I told myself.
I wore my new white kaftan for my stroll to the coffee shop. Compliments ensued, from baristas, from people on the street. “Hey hot mama,” a passenger hooted out a car window.

Did you say “hot mama?” Far from offended, the praise went down better than my vanilla Frappuccino–a wild declaration for this pregnant chick to make. And though the tiny growing baby inside couldn’t hear their words, I imagined he or she was feeding off my buzz. And that was when it occurred to me: My low-maintenance days were probably over.

“Wow, you look lovely,” my husband nuzzled into my neck. I had on the kaftan again, since I only had three outfits. But this time I wore it with wedges. And I got a blow out. Because it was near-impossible to flip over for my hair dryer with my gut.

Oh, yeah! Full of hormones, and knowing that the numbers on my scale were dashing up the ranks, the flattery made me feel like I was a star of some kind–even if just the star of my own life. Finally. After nearly two decades of agonizing dating, all that studying and working and weighing my talents against a tanking market–then to at last to find my love, get married, I finally, finally became pregnant!

And I was fancy!

I stormed back to my genius tailor, Hussein Padar, with a new python maxi, a khaki tunic, two navy print dresses, another kaftan, and a red spaghetti strap number. I bought them mostly on sale, mostly online. A few were donated from friends. Et voila. After his strategic sewing, I had a made-to-measure maternity wardrobe. Here I come! I mean, here we come.

Yet with each decadent step forward, my guilt followed. It wasn’t so much about spending money, because I knew I’d re-wear most things post-partum. Rather, I felt like I was endorsing the position that expecting women couldn’t take a frump day–that regardless of their health, wealth, or state of mind, women had to be attractive at all times.

But did I need to be a sex object 24/7 to the horrors of my internalized Gloria Steinem (pre-Sanders women-bashing Steinem, that is)?

Um, apparently.

Because I loved the praise–especially since every other person seemed to wonder if I was carrying twins, which I wasn’t (“are you sure?”). And I wasn’t covering up my stomach with a muumuu as pregnant women did decades ago. Instead, I was felt like shining at 150-plus-plus-pounds and with a 40-plus-plus-inch waist. At age 30-something, yet. I was a soon-to-be mom, not a teeny twenty-something we’re led to believe is the pinnacle of beauty, and I felt terrific. Curvy.

Most importantly, I had this telekinetic belief that adorning my bump was introducing my growing baby to the splendors of life, like flowers and artwork.

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A second thought settled in: Maybe maternity fashion wasn’t the devil incarnate after all; maybe there was something glorious about all these proud mommies grooming themselves and their young to be — and trying to attract their mates, despite having already mated. And if this amounted to celebs flaunting bandage dresses and crop tops with their blossoming midriffs, so be it. All this excess could be evidence of a good thing. The best thing.

It was now obvious to me: #babybump signaled that a new rounder, more maternal beauty standard was finally en-vogue. I had to raise my half-filled champagne glass to that.

So, during my recent second pregnancy, it was time for my sequel performance. My costumes were pressed and ready to go. As I waddled about with my beach ball stomach that held my 10-lb baby.

“You’re HUMONGOUS!” they cried.

Oh yeah! Bring it on. I took plenty of pics this time.

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–SUZANNE WEXLER

 

The Rise of the Bouffant

**Photos by John Mahony of the Montreal Gazette

 

MONTREAL – Walking around the ABA (Allied Beauty Association) hair show this week felt a lot like traipsing through a Tim Burton film set. Wayward crinkled curls, offset to one side, with green and blue extensions poking out, echoed looks from characters in Edward Scissorhands and Burton’s version of Alice in Wonderland.

If that sounds frightening, it wasn’t (necessarily) the case: the point of the look was to emphasize texture — one of the biggest themes at this year’s Palais des Congrès event, where manufacturers and distributors of professional beauty care products presented their latest innovations and techniques to Quebec stylists and industry insiders.

Some hair teams, like the one at Redken, took the theme in a more runway-friendly direction, presenting stunning beehives and bouffants reminiscent of the 1950s and ’60s. The final impression was glamorous and fashion forward, just the right mix for Redken hair model Pascale Hamel to declare “I love it,” about her updo, streaked with blue. “I think I’m going to wear it to work tomorrow.” (She works at Labatt.)

On the Australian Bangstyle stage floor, edgy sideswipes — asymmetrical looks were extremely popular at this year’s ABA — were presented alongside ’30s-style Marlene Dietrich tight curls, along with wavy strawberry blond locks cut with blunt bangs. These looks emphasized the point that the latest textured hairstyles could be bold and structured, crimped or curled, or gently tousled.

Here are a few must-dos from the show:

 

Paris Fashion Week from Elle.com

Textured bouffants

At Redken, bouffants were revived and reinterpreted.

Sean Godard, a Redken international performing artist, created one of the sharpest looks. It featured a smoothed-over beehive with an off-kilter French twist and was modelled by Marie Breton. The look was inspired by the Louis Vuitton Spring 2013 collection. “In the past it would have been very rigid and dated — and structured. Just by loosening it up a little bit, and changing the volume, changing the parting, makes it modern and more current,” Godard said.

Eve Champagne, a Redken hair artist at the ABA event, created softer bouffants, including the one for Hamel, where she wove blue and purple extensions through a mesh layer. For Alexandra Decterov, Champagne sculpted a soft, almost undone updo fastened with a red flower, again using texture and colour together “to give a little edge,” she explained.

As for the revived bouffant look itself, Terry Ritcey, national education director for Redken, says it’s all about rediscovering glamour.

Product: To hold those updos, Godard and Champagne use Redken Control Addict 28 ($18.59), a new ultra-firm hairspray introduced by the brand.

 

Asymmetric hair

Many hairdos at ABA were set to one side, creating a fresh impression that was just slightly askew. According to Marilyne Roi, a hairstylist with Bangstyle, the edgiest lopsided looks appear on short, loose locks. “To really exploit asymmetry to the maximum is to do it on short hair,” she said. Short hair easily lends itself to texturing clays and gels, she said, and can be shaped into more dramatic lines. At Bangstyle, the look came alive on Vicky Lemay, who was shown with shoulder-length candy apple red hair set to one side.

Roi said asymmetrical looks are very stylized and add tons of character, and are best suited for bold women.

 

And for the men

Men’s hair is less about trends, and more about a “one size fits one” mentality, according to Kurt Kueffner, who along with one of the creators of American Crew, developed the sleek new barbershop line Mensdept. “I think there’s a sentiment that it needs to be appropriate, timely, but it also needs to work with their hair type and their head shape,” he said. That being said, Kueffner does see some global trends: “I think any semblance of the faux hawk, Mohawk from the early 2000s hair is gone. You’re not seeing as much spiky hair or overdone hair,” he said. Now, men’s hair is a little more contained, accountable. “There’s more parts, there’s more shine, and there’s more healthy hair.” Kueffner believes Mad Men, Boardwalk Empire, and even actors like Daniel Day Lewis helped pave the way for this look.

Read more: http://www.montrealgazette.com/life/fashion-beauty/Textured+glamour/8091096/story.html#ixzz2TN48UtHD

The Taming of the Anti-Bride

This piece on planning a wedding was first published in Montreal Gazette’s society mag Diary of a Social Gal (PRINT EDITION) issue #1 http://diaryofasocialgal.com/virtual-magazine/

Before I reprint the essay, here are some wedding pix of me and Dave. Oh, yes, and my Erdem wedding dress of course!! Lucky me on many counts. FYI, the dress had a ceremony look, with cape and veil, and then it was just the sultry dress for the party portion of the evening..

Right after the ceremony:

Then, check it out!

 

Ka-Pow! Ok, that was fun. Will stop posting photos of my own wedding. Now on to the actual essay, which actually has to do with planning the wedding in it’s entirety and not just the dress, though that part was obviously beyond amazing.

THE TAMING
OF THE ANTI-BRIDE
 
A recent bride’s unbridled account of planning her wedding
 
 
BY SUZANNE WEXLER 
 
 When shows like “Say Yes to the Dress” or “Wedding Story” come on, I invariably flip the channel. Even as a little girl, I never had secret fantasies of wearing a puffy white dress, à la Princess Kate, or having an ornate ball thrown for me and my prince.
 
Tall, dark, and handsome Dave fortunately saw things the same way. When we decided to exchange vows, we envisioned the nuptials as a laid-back affair by the river at our new cabin in upstate New York.
 
Of course, the next thing we knew we’d reserved the glass encased Belvedere Room at the Montreal Science Center. Our guest list burgeoned from about 60 to 160 in a nanosecond. Then there were overseas guests to consider.
The room was still on the water—the same body of water, in fact. Plus, there was “science” in our venue’s title, which seemed to keep things real. So in the name of just making a decision, our bucolic BBQ gave way to an upscale urban-chic soirée. 
We were glad about throwing a snazzy shindig, but the trick now was to refuse cliché. That is, to avoid having a wedding with stiff-looking centerpieces and big white bows wrapped around chairs.
We’d already managed to reject the diamond engagement ring, and knew that high-rolling bridal norms were tricky to avoid. 
 
Unless couples boldly wear head-to-toe red outfits to the ceremony, the industry—along with its plentiful cheerleaders—shamelessly strong-armed you into convention. Meanwhile, we simply wanted a fun and fancy wedding with no cake and no froth. No problemo, right?
 
THE DRESS
 
At first, it was difficult from me, or anyone, to imagine incorporating an outdoorsy country style into a swanky indoor venue. So, as the designated organizer, I decided to focus on my slightly unconventional wedding dress instead.
 
Having famed Montreal-turned-London designer Erdem Moralioglu as a close pal and potential wedding dress couturier was ideal, since he’s not in the bridal business per se. Rather, his runway collections feature stunning, picturesque party dresses, which may be white, but just as easily not. As a generous personal favor, he happily agreed to the project. He suggested going with a pattern.
 
“Yes,” I said, practically swallowing the phone. An image of an old-timey art deco dress flashed before my eyes. I then mentioned that I wanted the dress to be sultry, but still modest enough for the rabbi. Erdem said he wanted the dress have “a slit and really long train”. So lovely to agree.
 
We met up in New York and had virtual fittings via Skype. My mother even joined in and helped select among all the beautiful fabrics Erdem proposed, choosing a champagne silk satin with the palest yellow floral print.
 
Minus the fact that whenever Erdem and I sent the dress in the mail it kept getting momentarily lost or seized by customs, the whole outfitting project was a whirl. Even Dave seemed to grudgingly enjoy our day at Harry Rosen selecting his Dolce & Gabbana tux, and sealing the look with a skinny tie and a silk Armani scarf.
 
(Don’t worry more pix follow this story!!!)
 
THE PLANNING
 
Our design-it-yourself wedding was off to a positive, albeit effortful, start. Inspired by Erdem’s dress, I was now likening the affair to a garden party in Italy. ‘Dress Beautifully’ was printed on our eco-friendly invitations instead of ‘Formal Dress’. While it may have taken some explaining, our best collaborators turned this concept into magic. Giorgi Romano of Tradition Catering presented us with an elegant family-style meal of self-serve mashed potatoes and Tuscan salad, along with an à la carte portion of roast prime rib of beef. Gilles Lord and Denis D’etcheverry of Flore nailed the garden cut spring-inspired arrangements of tulips, roses, and lilacs, which were scattered about the table with fresh basil and parsley. So light, so fresh.  
 
Others interpreted our concept as “shabby chic”—not quite, but at least they were trying.  And family members were somewhat weary of the twenty-four person banquet tables we’d chosen, but they eventually agreed.
 
Meanwhile, big problems arose after I hired a wedding planner to help coordinate the busy day. Next thing I knew, I was flooded with her endless bridezilla emails about ‘The candle holders!’, ‘The first dance song!’ And she really lost the plot when she set-up our nature-inspired ceremony indoors on our overcast wedding day (‘The old ladies’ hair!’ she fretted.). Fortunately, Erdem and Denis from Flore took creative control and reinstated the riverside plan.  
 
Another bridal cupcake was thrown in my face when we took a horse and buggy ride from the St. Paul Hotel to the ceremony on the pier’s edge (I was inspired by the film ‘Barefoot in the Park’). The carriage came to a halt about a football field-length away, as it was banned from the property. Dave and I had to sprint all the way to the ceremony—and I was wearing four-inch heels.
 
Such an ironic entrance for Erdem’s gasp-worthy dress, I considered puffing past the IMAX. But if we wanted a carefree wedding, it was obviously time to let go of the reigns.   
 
 
TA-DA!
 
It all came together in a blissful crescendo. As I walked down the aisle, I saw my friends and family gathered around—some were standing, some were sitting, some were holding cocktails. All were smiling. Then there was the handsome Dave, standing overlooking the river. A day cruise ship had come to a halt below, and dozens of tourists started snapping pictures of us. Spontaneous, indeed.    
 
For the religious ceremony, Erdem created a delicate lace cape that fastened from behind, concealing my plunging neckline. He then embroidered lace flowers onto the gown’s three-meter train and then onto the veil, so that the fabrics all blended into each other. The look was more bridal than I originally anticipated, but it was in perfect harmony with the flowing lace huppa we’d rented, and the sinuous satin of my dress and Dave’s scarf rippled in the wind. Our guests were so taken by the moment that many joined in song with our female cantor and good friend Daniella Gesundheit of the band Snowblink.   
 
The party portion of the evening overlooked the city’s glorious twinkle. For music, we had a bongo player start things off, and then DJ Jonny Jungle masterfully mixed dance tunes with the rustic rock music we’d requested (Elvis Costello, Dolly Parton). But by far the best song of the night was performed by Dave himself, who dazzled me by singing me the coolest version of CCR’s ‘Suzie Q’ imaginable (adapted as ‘Suzie W’) with his incredibly talented friends joyously banging on pots and pans as accompaniment.   
 
As I kicked up my sparkling René Caovilla heels, my messy up-do came down and my lace cape came off, leaving me with the sultry satin finish of the old Hollywood-style gown. I can still feel Dave’s hands on my waist as we danced the night away, cavorting like a freewheeling couple at a Frank Sinatra party.
 
Yes, ours was something of a high-maintenance affair—and no, we didn’t exactly stick it to the bridal industry. But all that stiffness we ultimately feared had been sucked away. Instead, tradition was balanced with the pushes and pulls of modern whimsy; even the dress’s floral motif echoed the garden-style table arrangements, as the breezy essence of the outdoors and indoors fused together.
 
Funny to think, I now dream of my wedding day after the fact. And because we dared to unravel the bridal box, potential clichés like the dress, the flowers and the menu—along with one sweet serenade by the groom—turned out to be the icing on the cake we didn’t even have. 
Now for more pix! (I hope this is as much fun for you as it is for me.. I hope you read my next essay too btw)
The happy couple! We took these after the wedding incidentally. Got all dressed up again about a month later, new bouquet and everything.

There’s Something About Seniors

 

***Images from PowerHouse books.

 

These days, women 70 and older are expanding our gaze to appreciate one of the most often forgotten forms of physical beauty: old age.

That’s right: Our obsession with youth and smooth skin has just been given a wrinkle that may never be Botoxed. A stunning book called Advanced Style (PowerHouse Books, $40) by street style photographer Ari Seth Cohen released this month captures New York City’s most elegant grandes dames. They sport glamorous hats, gold drop earrings, oversized glasses and colourful vintage scarves. Many are regulars on Cohen’s popular blog (advancedstyle.blogspot.ca), on which the book is based. There is also a third prong to the project, a documentary, which will be released this summer.

“I’ve always been interested in style and fashion, and I thought it would be a great way for people to have an inspiring image of what it is to grow older,” Cohen, 30, said of the project, which he started four years ago as an homage to both his grandmothers.

The book’s cover art features the glorious Gitte Lee, a former model revived in an Italian Vogue 2010 editorial.

A few pages later, there is the simply named Rose, wearing a purpled print kimono dress. At 100 years old, she insists no outfit is complete without an eye-catching belt or elegant strand of beads.

Marc Jacobs was so inspired by Cohen’s blog, he based his Fall 2012 collection on it, the designer revealed to WWD and the New York Times.

“I hope I’m like this when I’m older,” Kim Kardashian tweeted upon viewing the YouTube trailer to the Advanced Style documentary, a playful four-minute clip featuring mega-stylish seniors praising colour, leopard print and larger-than-life accessories.

To them, fashion is a vibrant form of self-expression and an unrelenting source of creative freedom.

“I get emails from younger women all the time saying, ‘I can’t wait to get older’ – that’s the most amazing thing to me,” Cohen said. To him, Advanced Style was always about more than capturing golden- and platinum-age fashion: It was about showing how his muses are advanced in many aspect of life. “Style is a reflection of their vitality and spirit,” he said. Many of his subjects experience daily pains and have suffered through tragedy, but they still enjoy their lives brilliantly. Fashion is simply one of those ways.

Cohen adds quotes to the photos in the book, and posts videos of seniors on his blog, where their personalities come through, and are ultimately where Cohen’s project really hooks you.

“I’m old and nobody has to like (what I’m wearing) as far as fashion is concerned,” says Ilona Royce Smithkin, a 92-year old artist-turned-cabaret performer (who still performs), in a video.

With bright orange hair and long matching eyelashes, Smithkin is one of Cohen’s more eccentric dressers and wittiest personalities. “As long as I look in the mirror and (see) – AH! – this is me,” she says, everything is all right. A Q&A with burlesque star Dita Von Teese and Smithkin is printed at the end of the book.

Once entrenched in Cohen’s old-timey world, and peering through his rectangular looking glass – whether in blog, book or video form – one’s eyes are changed for good. Even Beatrix Ost who wears a vibrant emerald turban (for fashion, not religion) with a matching flower appliqué suddenly doesn’t seem, well, so kooky anymore. Rather, personal style becomes an invitation into someone’s autobiography.

 

Style strata

Since most advanced-style women shop within their own closet, Cohen says, their wardrobe not only reflects their personal style, but also the era they come from.

“Women in their 80s, 90s, and 100s dress very differently from women in their 60s and 70s,” he points out. “This sense of elegance of grace, and putting on hats and gloves, is definitely more alive in the older, older women.” During the Depression, he says, style was ultimately a sign of dignity and not giving up. This mentality continued in later life.

Meanwhile, women in their 60s and 70s “went through feminism, and they were influenced by hippie culture,” he said. As a result, some wardrobes tend to have ethnic and even punk influences.

Seventy-four year old Montreal model and actress Francine Lacroix still has a talent agent: Sybille Sasse, one of the few who will represent models 60 and older. Lacroix has fond early memories of fashion. She is also amazed about how much has changed over the years.

“My fun growing up was looking at my mom before she went out at night,” Lacroix said staring off wistfully. “I thought she was beautiful, and she was.” Her father owned well-known furrier J.K. Walkden on Sherbrooke St. downtown, and she can remember the pair heading off to the opening of the Queen Elizabeth (1958), the opening of Places des Arts (1963), and, and then to Expo 67. Her mother often wore custom garments by Leo Chevalier, Marie-Paule Nolin and Michel Robichaud.

As her everyday dress code, her mother used to wear a tweed skirt, a cashmere sweater and pearls. But only a generation apart, and outliving her mother by a number of years, Lacroix says she is deeply influenced by casual dressing. She wears Hue jeggings to the mall.

“There were all kinds of balls with the long white gloves,” she recalls of her own glamorous past spent with her late husband, who worked in advertising. Yet today, for openings at the Musée des Beaux Arts, or at La Maison Symphonique, which she still attends, Lacroix dons a nice slacks suit and cape. Because of arthritis, she says she avoids heels (“I wish I still could!”), and says that pants look better than skirts and dresses with the sensible footwear. Rarely does any event she attend require greater formality than a pantsuit.

Lacroix acknowledges that many Montrealers still live glamorous lives but there is a certain formality that is gone. For instance, people here once danced and dined at the piano bar, which has been uprooted by loud, casual restaurants. New York women, like the ones Cohen photographs, are the rare few who can still enjoy that element of life.

“We hope elegance lasts,” she says, noting how daughters used to copy her mothers’ fashions and now it’s the daughters who tell the mommies what to wear. Today, Lacroix also tries to mix and match like young women do. She’ll toss together a blazer, a pair of pants with Hermès jewels and scarves she collected on exotic trips with her husband. “I think it’s so much fun,” she says of the approach, even though she grew up wearing matching skirt suits, and regards formal style with nostalgia. But however casual Lacroix deems herself to be, her style, her jewels, and her radiant complexion (she swears by Lancôme beauty products) tells of her glamorous past.

 

Facts of life

Living to a certain age, where arthritis becomes a problem for the feet, and buttons become a challenge for the hands, there are certain wardrobe tricks many seniors turn to. Namely, elastic waistband pants, slipover tops, shirts with Velcro, long sleeves and mock turtlenecks. Clothes tend to be less clingy, too. But true advanced-style women, such as the ones selected by Cohen, tend to gravitate toward fine fabrics regardless of physical constraints. They’re also masters at making a stylish impact with bold palettes and accessories.

Cohen’s Valerie (part of the Jean and Valerie fashion duo) may wear head-to-toe leopard print; Mary says “sunglasses are better than a facelift”; Joyce wears gold chandelier earrings and carries Chanel bags; and elegant 80-year-old former dancer Jacquie Tajah Murdoch wears a long black dress, an oversized hat and boasts sharp red painted nails. But in general, there is a formula, Cohen says. “They love accessories and tend to be very good with colour, which helps them feel ‘less invisible,’ ” he says. But their biggest trick, he says, is knowing what they are comfortable wearing.

The hats, the gloves, the confidence, the glamour – there are many reasons why Cohen’s muses and senior style in general seem to be impressing upon younger generations. And while senior fashion fever may not have picked up much beyond Vogue’s annual Age Issue just yet, trendsetters sure seem to be paying attention.

To get a taste of Cohen’s Advanced Style documentary: visit youtube.com and enter the keywords: advanced style film trailer.

Canadiana Craze

Across Canada, many Bay department stores have been outfitted with sections inspired by the striped red, green, gold and dark indigo point blanket. Cashmere robes, cosy knit pillows and giant bins filled with popcorn kernels remind us that, then and now, Canada is about keeping warm.

“Basically, if you think about it, that blanket is to us what the saddle is to Hermès. It’s an iconic piece of our company, and of Canada,” said Suzanne Timmins, fashion director at HBC.

The Bay has attempted similar strategies in the past, but the latest efforts, which also include prints made from historic company archive letters and different blanket colour schemes, have been much more organized, Timmins said.

An old-time Canadiana esthetic happens to be a very popular look nowadays, at home and overseas, which has likely helped The Bay’s branding efforts surge over the last two years.

The famously cool boutique Colette in Paris now carries The Bay’s striped pieces, including a flask and a snowman kit. And Pippa Middleton was spotted strutting to work in London wearing a much-discussed red and black hunting shirt with black pumps, revealing that the heritage look has international legs.

Adding substance to our style was recent news that Canada was declared No. 1 on the Country Brand Index, for the second year in a row, in a study by international consulting group FutureBrand.

Our image of openness, diversity and warmth has made us the most trustworthy nation, brand-wise, in the world, it says.

“We never try to overdo and over-commercialize, but this came right at us,” said Roots owner Michael Budman of the heritage trend, which fits perfectly with the company’s long established strengths. Founded in 1973 by Budman and his friend Don Green after spending many summers at camp in Algonquin Park, Roots has made beaver-stamped sweatshirts part of our national consciousness.

Like The Bay, Roots is riding a trend that it helped kick-start in some way, interweaving stylized nostalgia goodies like soy candles in maple syrup tins and wooden peg games into its inventory of woolly knits and sturdy leathers. But Budman insists its not all fad. “We are totally against disposable fashion,” he said.

The Canadiana craze has actually been building for some time now, notes Andrew Potter, the Citizen’s managing editor and internationally bestselling co-author of the book The Rebel Sell (Harper, $19.95). Potter’s most recent book, The Authenticity Hoax (McClelland & Stewart, $32.99), deals with aligning today’s earthy, 100-mile diet, yoga bending movement with the status-seeking hippie movements that came before it.

He believes Canadiana shoppers are distinct from most organic-only and localista buyers, even though the posh plaid flannels might overlap on occasion. “Canadians have an identification with shared consumerism,” he noted, much like our national obsession with hockey or Tim Hortons. Potter recalled an example in Douglas Coupland’s 2002 nostalgic picture book Souvenir of Canada (Douglas & Mcintyre, $29.95) in which Coupland remembers reading “Captaine Crounche” on a cereal box in Vancouver. The French made him feel connected to “parallel universe country” Quebec.

“It’s patriotism as brand loyalty,” Potter said. “Like cheering for a sport’s team.”

Also building on Canada’s brand, stores like Red Canoe in Toronto opened in 2002, selling RCAF heritage jackets and CBC Radio bags. In 2004, heritage men’s line Wings + Horn was introduced in Vancouver. When The Bay CEO Bonnie Brooks decided to promote the company’s famous point blanket in 2009, she sent the movement fashion forward by seeking top-tier Canadian designers, like Mariouche Gagné of Harricana, Jeremy Laing and Smythe, to redesign the iconic red, black, yellow and green striped warmer.

The fact that many of The Bay’s heritage pieces are not made in Canada does not seem to ruffle Canadian feathers. Nor does the fact that Hudson’s Bay Company is now owned by American Richard Baker.

“What’s ultimately being consumed is the symbolism. As long as there are no sweatshops involved, it’s nothing (shoppers) will get super-fussed about,” Potter predicts.

Indeed, aside from the Cowichan sweater incident prior to the Vancouver 2010 Olympics, when authentic, First Nations sweaters were knocked off to suit the demands of The Bay’s Olympic Collection, resulting in some serious controversy, Canadian shoppers seem to have sobered up to the idea that many goods that look Canadian might not be come from here at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

“It’s like a signature from Canada,” marvels shopper Constance Lafontaine, while touching a striped woolly blanket on display at the downtown Bay in Montreal. Lafontaine had come to the new company-themed section of the store to buy a gift for her friend in Turkey.

Those blankets were never made in Canada, I point out, but in England since being traded for furs in 1670. “That’s perfect. I prefer U.K. quality over made-in-China quality,” she said smiling, pointing to her Black Havana glasses, also made in England. Lafontaine was toting a Louis Vuitton purse.

The attitude at Roots was much the same. Shoppers were generally unfazed about Canadiana items not being made in Canada, even though the company’s new label features a potentially deceiving Canadian flag and old-time writing. (Items made in Canada and not made in Canada may feature similar looking tags).

Marika Julien, who recently moved to Canada from France, was shopping for hats at Roots with her dad, who was in town for a visit. “I wanted to take him to see this brand because I think it’s beautiful and it’s from Canada,” she said.

“It’s OK,’’ Julien said of the provenance of the hat. “Most items today are made in China, like this hat.’’

Both The Bay and Roots have carefully assembled heritage collections to suit diverse clientele: Those with an eye for quality, those devoted to buying local, and then, of course, budget-conscious shoppers who look at the price tag first and foremost.

Michelle Vrana, a college student from Montreal’s West Island, was shopping for a gift for her father. “He loves sweaters and I love Roots, so I thought, why not?” she said.

That the items are not made in Canada is a bit of a disappointment to Vrana: “But it’s OK, because I’m proud to wear Canadian stuff — as in, when stuff says ‘Canada.’ It’s patriotic and I like it.’’

See-Thru and Sheer, Yet Still Very Proper

A fashion and culture story about how sexy young things are revealing/concealing themselves this summer. *This story appeared in the Montreal Gazette and the Calgary Herald.     

I once had a friend meet me for breakfast wearing skyhigh wooden platforms, micro hot pants and a knit bra top. It was her waitressing outfit from the night before. I escorted her back to her apartment, swatting away all the fellas who jumped in front of her. At one point we dived into a cab, but the driver’s eyes were examining her every curve in the rear-view mirror. So we got out.

“I’ve finally gone too far,” she said, fastening my cardigan around her hips. It concealed one cheek of her derrière. I’ve worn jean-shorts that were too short and a dress that hiked up so high I had to yank it down with every step. But her outfit was, indeed, way too much for daytime. Mind you, if I had her knockout figure, there’s no telling what I would have – or wouldn’t have – worn.

Itsy-bitsy streetwear is about as new as the bikini. And with summer in full smoulder, ladies of all ages are once again taking it off. But this season, young darlings are only mildly blush-worthy compared to eras of yore.

Rather, expect to see ladylike conservatism with whiffs of prairie-girl charm on the streets and rooftop terrasses. Think blousy button-ups snapped to the neck, paired with shorts or skirts nipped at the waist.

Funny thing is, many ladies who flaunt their underwear insist the peekaboo look is rather demure.

At a recent party at the Crystal Hotel in honour of the coming Festival Mode & Design, transparent looks were on full display.

“Every time I see a girl in see-through, I think it’s really sexy, ” said Eliane Sauvé, a communications student at Concordia University and a fashion and music blogger. “It’s a way to show femininity without being vulgar.”

Sauvé wore a tight lace bodice to the event, with a very visible black strapless bralette underneath. She also had on smart-looking highwaisted shorts, bold-framed nerdy-girl glasses and flat sandals. The overall effect was sort of sexy, sort of serious.

“In French, there’s an expression: We prefer to suggest than show,” Sauvé said, leaning forward.

“I’m not the type of girl to wear low-cut with cleavage,” she pointed out.

Young women in seethrough clothing often believe it conceals more than it reveals. In fact, Sauvé and her two roommates, who were sporting transparent tops at the party, defined their style as conservative.

“I was told my outfit was (ideal) for a picnic,” said Sara Barrière, one of Sauvé’s roommates. Barrière was wearing a white blouse with a visible pink bra underneath, paired with short shorts. She had been at work all day as an assistant at Chatelaine magazine, she said, explaining why her shirt was slightly less transparent than her roommate’s. But she does think that even moderately sheer tops like hers are inappropriate for most offices, unless it is a fashion-forward environment similar to that of Chatelaine.

There are boundaries that come with nearly naked dressing, after all.

“I think it’s a young look, and you need to have a certain body type,” Barrière said. “I feel like if you don’t have big boobs, you can really make it work.”

She also believes the transparent look needs to be subtle.

“I wouldn’t wear a very flashy bra with it. This one is pink and kind of like skin colour – I wouldn’t wear it with a fuchsia bra,” she said. (Her bra was punch coloured.)

Friend and roommate Cindy Boyce, a photographer, had on a very transparent black chiffon top buttoned to the neck. She paired it with a black bra underneath. “It adds a bit of fun in your look,” she explained.

Boyce wasn’t always so confident with the peekaboo factor, though. When she first put on the outfit, her roommates had to give her a pep talk before leaving the house.

“I’ve had this shirt since (high) school and I used to wear it with a little tank top under it. But now I just wear a bra,” she said, laughing.

What happened? “I think it’s a change of mentality,” Boyce said, adding the bra is difficult to see except when light hits the shirt from the sides.

The three girls said the transparent look is “very à la mode” for summer, with sheer T-shirts, blouses and dresses now available at stores like American Apparel, Zara and H&M.

Would they wear a sheer skirt or dress without a slip underneath? “Maybe at the beach!” they shouted in unison, agreeing that wearing visible panties would be pushing the limit. It would also be counter to their fashion politic.

“I just hate those girls that are not respectful to themselves, like when you can see their G-string. I prefer things that are hidden,” Sauvé said. She noted that in the winter she usually wears a lot of black silky and soft items, which have a similar sensual appeal.

A young girl’s charm is rarely without its ironies, of course, along with ample doses of denial.

In the high-stakes game of young courtship, a lady must distinguish herself, after all. For these girls, it all hinges on not looking too suggestive.

“I think all my guy friends prefer things that are not obvious,” Sauvé said. “Like when you’re speaking to the girl and you just want to look at her décolleté …”

Barrière cut in, agreeing: “She (should be) sexy but not obvious.”

The girls ushered over a fellow to endorse their theory on the male perspective. Angelo Cadet, artist, actor and TV host, was happy to oblige.

“Mystery is desire,” Cadet noted when the girls asked him to comment on the seethrough look. “The poet Jean-Pierre Ferland says that when you whisper words to a woman, she glows. But with women it’s words, and with men it’s form. So when you whisper to us your form, we’re in love.”

His charms appeared to be working, so he continued. “See-through, in my mind, makes my heart beat like a tsunami.”

How does Cadet feel when he sees a woman in a corset and a tight skirt? “Hey, that’s for my room, baby,” he beamed. “When my mother’s away.”

Some parting words of wisdom for the scantily clad: When dressed in less than usual for the summer heat, it’s best to travel in packs and bring your girlfriends along. And for the sake of your own sanity, don’t forget to bring along a cardigan (a long one). It doesn’t take much to attract more rubberneckers than anticipated. The blush of denial is adorable, but shame quickly paralyzes. If you wouldn’t wear your outfit to dinner at the house of your boyfriend or girlfriend’s parents, that’s a good litmus test for whether you might suddenly get uncomfortable wearing such getup on the street.

 

****BRALETTES

A bralette, you ask? It’s simply a bra without underwires, and is flimsier and more dressedup than a sports bra. To nail the subtle look of transparent dressing, bra lettes are far better options than underwire or push-up bras. Pricier options include those made by Cosabella, which sells them in strapless, bikini and large bandsupport styles in a variety of colours. (There are many at Lola & Emily.) Bralettes can also be found at American Apparel, Urban Outfitters and many other young adult-themed stores for less than $30.

 

 

Yoga Pants for all occasions? Some say bring it on, many left horrified

A piece from spring all about yoga pants, which includes the most fun-loving Lululemon lover ever, along with an equally fun-loving yoga pant hater. Also featured is Andy The-Anh, who now designs for activewear company Lole. *This article appeared in full or in part in the Montreal Gazette, the Vancouver Sun, the Ottawa Citizen, and the Windsor Star.

I will never forget her. I was inside the Java U when a crunchy-haired brunette with oversized sunglasses waltzed up and ordered herself a café concoction. The silver reflective logo on her Lululemon yoga pants caught my eye, and then I noticed she was wearing high heels. High heels! With boot-cut sweats!

This woman was obviously not heading to the gym. Nay, she was wearing yoga pants as real pants, complete with a blouse and heels.

It was a fashion faux pas that’s becoming all too common these days. The yoga-pant revolution has created mass confusion about where or where not to don casual dress -let alone how to wear it. And the bar of what’s acceptable is threatening to get lower and lower.

As we peel off our parkas this spring, “pyjama dressing” is rolling in as the latest casual-dressing craze. As in, floral motif PJ-style pants and onesies for the teens. For a more mature look, there’s boudoirinspired Hugh Hefner silks, which capture a vacationingin-Bali sort of glamour.

We’ve seen the look for evening, but during the day the look can appear, well, very breakfast styles.

“Don’t say you’ve become a mother and then have to conform to this Lululemon mantra,” says Valerie Grove, a new mother who has witnessed many of her friends quickly convert from fashion vixens into leisure-suit loyalists. “Just because you want to feel comfortable, and are shlepping around a kid doesn’t mean you have to look like you’re wearing your PJs.”

Grove holds a weekly playgroup at her house. Of the 10 moms who attend, about half are in yoga pants (Lululemons specifically). The rest are in jeans and possibly leggings with stylish sweaters.

Turns out, Grove does not consider leggings a fashion faux pas like yoga pants. In fact, she considers them an ideal way to be comfortable and look fashionable, especially when paired with boots or a long sweater. “They could be velvet, denim or even nicer fabrics,” she says. But she hesitates to say leggings look appropriate for a night out on the town.

As for wearing yoga pants anywhere beyond the house, the gym or out for a power walk, Grove believes that “it’s like telling the world you haven’t showered. ‘Hello, I haven’t showered’. That’s what it is.”

Tina Fargnoli is a yogatrained, certified Pilates instructor who moved from Montreal to Toronto a few months ago. She reports having at least 25 pairs of yoga pants, again, specifically Lululemons. Other pairs seem cheap to her, and the fabric all wrong. When I asked her to name the styles, her reply was: “Oh gosh. Well, there’s the crop, the regular long ones with a flare, the regular straight-leg ones, which are not flared, the hip-hugger ones. “Some are more formal ones that are three-quarter-length culottes.” Fargnoli says lately she’s more into the company’s running pants, which look a lot like conventional leggings. She wears them with leg warmers.

Fargnoli has Lululemons that she considers “too nice” for yoga, which she proudly wears out to dinner and for a night on the town. These include pinstripe yoga pants with built-in belts, which she wears with blazers, and a number of the company’s sundresses. She says she wears the skorts out a lot, too, pairing them with nice tops. Many of these items have similar fabrics to the company’s yoga pants.

Would she wear yoga pants -or sweats as she calls them -with heels? “Funny. Just yesterday I saw someone in really high heels with cropped Lululemons,” she said. “And I can now say that I would absolutely never.” Fargnoli has worn her yoga pants with wedge sandals, but typically she wears them with her Pajar boots in the winter and her Etinies sneakers or flip-flops.

BUSINESS OF LEISURE

Thanks to active moms and yoga babes like Fargnoli, not to mention those Sunday strollers, the leisure wear business is booming. According to a recent New York Times article, sales at Lululemon increased 56 per cent in the third quarter last year. The Times’ story also went on to report how women in New York City are donning elastic waistband pants to work -at offices, not just yoga studios.

Will Canadians be joining the elastic waistband officegear trend?

“Our reality as Canadians is not there,” says Lindy Omassi, director of fashion and sourcing at Smart Set, a division of Reitmans. “I work with all fashion people, and nobody wears yoga pants to work.”

Though, Omassi does believe the look can appear very cool on some people, particularly those “with a body from heaven.” And ultimately, people should wear what suits them. “The reality is to dress to please yourself,” she said. But as far as the office or out to dinner, she would not recommend yoga pants. Like Grove, she believes active or leisure wear is for brunch, around the house and for the gym.

Smart Set’s MUV activewear line features yoga pants and leggings at about $30-35 apiece. Omassi and her colleagues have endlessly debated where these clothes would be worn, and how. They concluded that what Smart Set customers really care about is looking polished in their leisure suits.

in their leisure suits.

“I see the most fashionable pant nowadays as the pyjama pants,” says designer Andy The-Anh, who has started to design for local activewear company Lole.

“With the draw string, and big wide leg.” He says fashion needs to go to extremes to work -as in go skinny with leggings or go wide with pyjama pants, but stay home in your boot-cut pants.

However, The-Anh says he won’t be designing pyjamastyle yoga pants for Lole, and probably will stick to legging types. The company has a “studio to the streets” product mantra, which features a strong activewear component. “All the (aerobics) instructors prefer a more tapered legging look, so you can see the lines of your body,” he said. As such, for his Lole designs, The-Anh is working with new colours, such as orange, to spice things up.

Dressing-Up for Shul

  * This humour essay was published in snippets on the Huffington Post, and full on Shtetl Montreal, a radio show and website with fun, new-Jew twists.

 

Dressing-Up for Shul: A nostalgia essay

 

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When I was a kid, my mom — a converted shiksa with blond hair and a southern drawl — would have me and my sister Alana model our synagogue best, from orange gingham jumpers to plaid blue kilts with white turtle necks, weeks before the Jewish high-holidays. If the clothes didn’t fit, she’d scour the shops for new ones. She wanted us to look “appropriate” for synagogue, as she called it.

A woman of details, mommy would also inspect our white stockings for runs and make sure our black and white saddle shoes were polished. Then she’d also take us to get our red hair freshly trimmed into bowl cuts, and have the beautician scrape all the specks of dirt from beneath our fingernails.

I assumed that mommy was so obsessed with us looking appropriate because she looked and sounded so different from the other women at our modern Orthodox shul (‘synagogue’ in Yiddish) in Montreal, where the congregation just stopped short of traditions like top hats and wigs.

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Fascinators gaining popularity

Awesome photo courtesy of www.ladydianehats.com. 

An article all about the increased popularity of hats, with a nod out to Kate Middleton and Johnny Depp (yep, I just put them in the same sentence!), plus an explanation as to why hats went out of style around the ’60s. It has as much to do with our hairdos as it does the rejection of stuffy old norm. *This article appeared in the Montreal Gazette and online at the Telegraph Journal Canada East.

Kate Middleton is fascinated by fascinators, small headpieces adorned with jewels, tulle, flowers and most importantly, feathers. Her playful headdress has helped morph the otherwise conservative dresser into a sharpshooting fashionista, especially when paired with those body-con dresses. When announcing her engagement, Middleton wore a saucer-like number by milliner Vivien Sheriff. To recent formal occasions, she has sported teeny fascinators with wild feathers, and even glamorous wide-brimmed versions. They were all poised delicately on the side of her head, right on top of her brow, like a perpetual wink.

Fascinators latch on with either combs or clips. They are intended to have a weightless, hovering look. 

Of course, Middleton won’t be wearing a fascinator on Friday, the day of her wedding, even though veil fascinators are popular choices among brides these days. Rather, she will likely be wearing an heirloom tiara from the royal collection, which is a traditional royal wedding gift.

No doubt, Middleton’s stylish entourage will be sporting fancy and wild-looking headpieces for the occasion, including the ever-popular fascinators. In England, hats are as significant as dresses in such enchanted circles – and nowadays, for Top Shop shoppers, as well.

To celebrate the royal wedding in Canada, stores are even stocking up on the British fascinator. Mind you, they’re slightly tamer, less pricey versions. They also typically fit on as headbands, not as clips. But those decorative feathers are still propped up high to the sky.

“People are buying headbands just to watch the royal wedding on TV and to run through the streets. Headbands with feathers!” says an amazed Corine Serruya, a lively dame who sells hats all over the world from her Ophelie Hats factory on Jean Talon Street in Montreal. She has supplied many stores with the same high-flying numbers, which are to be sold as paraphernalia in celebration of the royal wedding. “So many boutiques in Toronto wanted to make sure they’ll have them for their customers. I couldn’t believe it.”

Serruya says that she was raised in France, which might explain her disbelief about all the monarchy madness. “People are really attracted to the royalty. It’s genuine love,” she now understands.

Serruya’s factory boasts a metal hat-blocking machine, which allows her to stamp out hats in about seven minutes (the traditional technique requires pulling material over wooden blocks, which can take more than half an hour). Because of her stamper, Serruya’s retail costs are low, ranging from about $60 to $160 per hat. This formula, along with her constant need to take risks with her designs, has allowed the feisty businesswoman to distribute hats all over the world including to Harrods in London, Le Bon Marché in Paris, Takashimaya in Japan and Holt Renfrew in Montreal.

“Each market is totally different,” she says. For example, Spanish girls love casual headpieces called “tocados.”

“They’re small, colourful and with sequins. And they have to look happy,” she said. In Jamaica, things are quite the opposite. “Women are very proper,” she said, opting for black hats for church or daytime wear. Women in France are not huge hat buyers, but when they do purchase them, they either go really small or “they go big,” she says, motioning toward an oversized glamorama fan hat, in black. It was see-through, and utterly stunning. “They can’t really kiss anyone when they wear it,” she laughs. She says Japanese women love hats, and generally opt for small, hip styles.

In Montreal and Canada, hat markets are notoriously inconsistent, if not non-existent – excluding toques, which are ideal for keeping warm. But she says, like the younger set in Britain, more and more twentysomethings are wearing hats with their outfits. But instead of clipping on outlandish fascinators, they typically cover up with fedoras, trapper hats and otherwise masculine styles.

“After the 1940s and 1950s, women just stopped wearing (hats),” she said. Previously, women wore hats to church, for a stroll, and just about everywhere. Then, times of change and revolution turned the once adored chapeau into a symbol of constraint, she said. Today, Serruya says that aside from religious dress, getting a 35- to 55-year-old to wear a hat is near impossible because of this negative connotation.

Lucie Gregoire is a Montreal milliner who crafts custom-made hats using the old, wooden-block technique. She has a strikingly similar observation about why hats fell out of favour. “It was about liberation,” she says. Gregoire points out that after hats were outmoded, hairdressers took over. “Now women don’t want to wear a hat on top of their $150 colouring job,” she said. “Hats do flatten your hair; I can’t pretend they don’t,” she said. Plus, they can present a basic mechanical constraint. Driving with a hat can be a challenge, for example.

For the royal wedding, Gregoire is making a custom hat for Sharon Johnston, the wife of David Johnston, governor-general of Canada. She says it will take three fittings to make the hat perfect for face and outfit (usually it’s only one hat fitting that Gregoire requires). Gregoire also once made a fedora for Johnny Depp to wear in the movie Secret Window, along with a matching hat for John Turturro.

Gregoire regularly teaches regular beginner workshops in her studio for groups of three to five students (French only). So while she knows first-hand how riveted people can be by hats, she also knows just how difficult it is to get a woman to wear one, let alone finding one that looks just right.

“In French, there’s an expression, ‘I don’t have a head for hats,'” she said. “But if I didn’t have the opportunity to try on so many, I’d say the same.” She said stores often only carry the same styles and sizes, which aren’t right for everyone. Hats are typically a question of proportion – do you have a big face or a small face, a large or small head? These issues can determine how big the brim should be and how high the top of the hat should be, for example. “The same woman can look horrible with the brim pointed down, but if you lift it up, it changes everything,” she said. This is why women should try on as many styles as possible before making sweeping conclusions about whether or not they look good in hats.

If a woman still refuses, she’s probably just nervous about sticking out in her hat. “People believe they are being watched more than they are,” she said.

And regardless of this jittery 35 to 55 age group, Gregoire again echoes Serruya in declaring that “hats are back” – especially among the younger generations. She says CEGEP-age students come to her studio and try on a mini-fedora backward or totally cocked to the side (her ready-to-wear hats cost about $75, whKate-Middleton-Fascinators-Hair-Accessoriesile her custom hats range from $200 to $400). “Now (hats) are all about fashion,” she said, instead of about being proper. But in choosing small hats, women still obviously care a great deal about their hair.

“Hats are becoming very important,” says Avi Tenzer, design director for Aldo Group. “Before, we just had one or two (hats). But, now, accessories are booming.” Tenzer explains that the economic downturn led to an increased interest in accessories, particularly among younger generations. Accessories generally cost less, and more importantly, they can also spruce up an otherwise bargain outfit. “You might buy skinny jeans and flip-flops, but add on tribal necklace or earrings, and you have a look,” he said, noting that every week in the Aldo accessories division, sales are on average 20 per cent above expectations at stores in Canada, the U.S. and Britain.

Hats especially give that “final touch” to one’s style, Tenzer said. And like the hat-wearing Depp, style nowadays is all about creating your own personal signature – for women and men.

“Young kids today mix rockabilly with punk with grunge” he said. Meanwhile, back in his day, everyone was “a victim,” copying the star of the moment, whether it was Duran Duran or Boy George. Hats are an ideal way to update and mix traditions.

“I think they’re going to be even bigger,” Tenzer said of hats. And by bigger, he likely means more in numbers. While Indiana Jones-style hats are a trend, and a woman might whip out a wide-brimmed sun hat on occasion, like Depp’s fedora and Middleton’s fascinator, it’s still the smaller numbers that work with our precious ‘dos.

Bodysuits Are Back!

*The article below appeared in the Montreal Gazette and then in-print or online at the Vancouver Sun, the Calgary Herald, The Province, The Times Colonist and others.

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“Oh jeez, please no!” is likely what most women think when hearing the word “bodysuit.”

But it’s time to, er, suck it up: The form-fitting, snap-crotch bodysuit is gaining some major retail momentum. By summer, expect to see the look at more stores than just American Apparel.

This season, a navy blue bodysuit sold out across Canada at Club Monaco in less than a month. “Some things just fly off the racks,” said a baffled sales clerk, pulling out a purple bodysuit instead. The purple version with jersey swooping around varies from the bestselling blue, which had long sleeves and was in silk.

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