When Holiday Gifting, Consider The (Wo)Man Hours

*From Huffington Post Canada

I’m no Scrooge. I love the gift-giving spirit. Yeah, as a teen in the ’90s, I railed against the false pretenses and corniness. But now I think the concept of a “Hallmark holiday” is positively quaint. The prospect of buying a gift from an actual bricks-and-mortar store — as in, not from Amazon.com or www.gilt.com, where I do the vast majority of my shopping — and then attaching an actual handwritten card to it, warms my heart.

That said, overthinking the perfect object to anoint each and every festivity is not an indulgence I am allowing myself this time of year.

Canadian adults are expected to spend about $950 on gifts and holiday décor combined. Jaw-dropping as that dollar amount may be, there is another factor to consider: The (wo)man-hours involved in all this decision-making.

Because for some of us, trying to figure out whether or not to gift that spiffy Disney-themed LED light is a process that can take upwards of 20 minutes — and I haven’t even including the wrapping part, since in my current world, I’ve eliminated this problem altogether by insisting on only using re-usable totes. My no-wrapping policy eases my conscience about waste, though I acknowledge there’s more to be done.

I’m currently juggling Hanukkah, birthdays, kids parties, Christmas get-togethers, holiday mixers, baby showers, new houses and a whole bulk of charity gift-giving occasions. My brain is as spent as my wallet.

As such, I’ve come up with helpful strategies to curb my holiday shopping hemming and hawing.

First, I’ve implemented the “five-minute rule” when choosing a gift. I set the timer on my phone. Usually, I ignore it when it goes off, but it’s a start.

Second, when possible, I’ll repeat presents I give. If it’s appropriate, I’ll buy Champagne, or reasonably priced “pink bubbly,” usually Mumm Napa or Louis Bouillot. I have a variety of fun, original items from the MoMA store stored in my gift closet at home, along with boxes of Zingo and a bonanza of Fingerling monkeys.

Third, when buying a custom gift for someone, I now encourage him or her to exchange it. Self-imposed time constraints may result in me giving less-optimal gifts, and so I’ve decided to adopt a realistic attitude about returns.

In the spirit of my new “less time, less waste” holiday policy, I have jotted up an open letter to all my gifts recipients, expressing the sentiment above and how they might play out. I encourage others to use these letters as templates for their special someone, too, though I’ll warn you — they are a wee tongue in cheek (insert: winky face).

To my close friend, Miss Fantastic:

They say it’s the thought that counts, but I’m spare on thinking nowadays. Please return or exchange this gift I bought you, no offence taken. Actually, I’d be thrilled that you chimed in on the matter. I bought you those silky pajamas in black with the white trim since they were more practical. Personally, I preferred the pristine, less functional white ones with the black trim. If you happen to agree — and we often do — please use the gift receipt provided.

To my son, Pookie-Angelface:

I know you’re obsessed with fire trucks, dump trucks, and all kinds of oversized vehicles. But standing at the store, I couldn’t bring myself to buy another one. So I grabbed the cream-coloured vintage car since I thought it was cute and slightly different from your other toys. More to the point, decisions needed to be made — I had to get home to relieve your sitter. If you hate the car, I’ll exchange it for you. This was a gamble I had to make at the time.

To my friend’s four-year-old daughter:

I wanted to buy you Barbie for your birthday, but I understood that she’s controversial. Also, is Barbie appropriate for a girl your age? Hard to know. Therefore, I plucked an eco-chic design-your-own tutu kit from my storage gift closet at home instead. I’m petrified of global warming, so giving you this earthy-inspired gift made me feel (slightly) better about myself, even if I might be the victim of green-washing. Most importantly, it settled that whole Barbie issue. If you’re more into dolls than crafty tutus, it’s cool with me if you re-gift it to one of your young pals, or even put it in a donation box.

To my darling husband:

You are the one exception that shall prove my “please return or exchange or re-gift this gift” rule. Because whatever you do, DO NOT RETURN, NOR LOOK UP THE PRICE of those John Varvatos sneakers I bought you on Black Friday weekend. I swear I got them on sale, just slightly more than the price I might have shared with you. Also, you cannot return or exchange them anyhow, so why bother getting into a tizzy over it? They look fantastic. Keep them. I beg.

Finally, to others who might not adore what I give you at this present-happy time of year: Please understand that I’m back-logged on wedding gifts from last summer, and while I’m confessing, I have two outstanding presents that I still haven’t delivered from the summer before that.

So this holiday season, when I arrive at your function, please accept my digestible, perishable or pulled-from-the-shelf gift in the handsome tote provided. And if you feel the need to re-use, recycle or return its contents, be my guest. I’d be especially pleased if you re-gifted that Champagne back to me.

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

 

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.

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.

The Art of the Window Display

This is a kind of holiday-inspired story I wrote, even though window dressers work all year round. It was fascinating to learn was just how artistically driven these crafty workers can be and also how utterly detailed oriented the whole process is. Here’s a gasp-worthy display from Bergdorf’s from the limited-edition book by Tashen, followed by my article.

From new limited-edition book “Windows at Bergdorf Goodman” released by Assouline. A Compendium of Curiosities III: Illogical Lexicons and Convivial Characters, Holiday 2009. With Jay Soonthornsawad. Fabricated entirely in paper. Sculpture by Biak Kerdkan, Matt Northridge, and James Vance. Inspired by “Alice” books by Lewis Carroll.

* This article originally appeared in the Montreal Gazette and online versions in the Calgary Herald, the Star Pheonix, the Windsor Star and on Canada.com.

“Window Wonderland” 

Take the imagination of Dali and swirl it into the colour sensibility of Klimt. Then pour the mixture into a curvy mould clad in lingerie, and pop on 24 heads. Only then will you be halfway able to grasp the macabre and magnificence required to dress the windows at Bergdorf Goodman on Fifth Ave. in New York.

“Minimalism is great. Maximalism, too. What we avoid is mediumism,” writes David Hoey, senior director of visual presentation at Bergdorf’s, in the preface of Windows at Bergdorf Goodman, recently released by Assouline. This mother of all

coffee table books (it costs $560) catalogues the awe-inspiring storefront windows created by Hoey and Linda Fargo, senior vice-president of fashion office and store presentation. Displays include two giant polar bears in a wrestling ring, a wedge wearing tightrope walker and a series of enchanted forests, razzle dazzle assemblages inspired by Lewis Carroll’s “Alice” books.

Bergdorf’s elaborately themed window spaces, which span the block between 57th and 58th Sts., are changed almost weekly, revealing a shocking rebirth of imagination. Each space is about four metres high and a mere 1.2 metres deep.

Whether to attract the attention of fast-paced denizens in Manhattan or to please the savvy shoppers of Montreal, window displays are a spectator’s delight. Especially in late November and December, when store owners treat shoppers to the nostalgia of Christmas lights mixed with innovative whimsy.

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Social Photography 101 and the SELFIE; Becoming Master of your iPhoto Domain is all about Planned Casualness

How to pose for the oh-so-casual selfie?

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Hair up with whispers of a come-hither look?…. OR

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… Hair down and a pearly white, off-kilter smile?

As you can see from my webpage photo, I tend to prefer the sultry look. Regardless, since it took me a zillion tries to even get those semi-decent photos, I think I should practice my casual pic pose a little more!

*The article below appeared, in full or in part, in The Montreal Gazette, The Vancouver Sun, Edmonton Journal, and The Province.

Social Photography 101

The camera doesn’t love me. It doesn’t quite loathe me, either. Occasionally, it warms up to my crooked nose and zigzag smile. But based on the law of averages, I can safely predict that I’d rather see most shots taken of me disappear into the vast digital universe where they came from.

Unfortunately, they often pop up on someone else’s Flickr photo montage or Facebook page. But I’m trying to get over it. Online photo albums and social networking sites are flourishing, and embedded cameras on cellphones, iPhones and computers give millions of new photo diarists endless opportunities to showcase their skill.

And true, the skill can get ugly. Much like most new art forms, social photography — photographs intended to be shared with a large network of people — is one that beats to the most unusual sensibility. Formalities like posing or centring the shot become extraneous. Rather, it’s all about documenting your own real-time narrative, and you don’t even need a third party to help you do it.

According to a recent article in the New York Times, all you need to do is to reach out your arm, aim somewhere around your nose and snap, flash or click! You’ve got a perfectly acceptable self-portrait, aka “Selfie”, to post online. An instructional online slide show running with the piece explained that these shots should look fun and slightly off-kilter. And, like the self-portrait artist Cindy Sherman, funny costumes are welcome, too.

Whether it’s a wonky selfie, or you posting a few action shots of your pals, photography this millennium is certainly not what it used to be. But, like everything else that looks effortlessly cool, major preparation is often involved.

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Flash sales blow up

Thanks to a tip from a friend, the outnet.com is one of my favorite new flash sale websites. Even though the labels are exclusive, the site doesn’t insist upon that “members only” policy. The above patterned dresses by Pucci, Matthew Williamson, and Erdem (respectively), were all available for a very limited time on the website at over 60% to 70% off.

*This article appeared orignally in the Montreal Gazette and on the Canada.com network.

At a large warehouse in St. Laurent, in a newly crafted photo studio, Alisa Pysaryeva, a model from Folio agency, strikes a pose in a Whitney Eve dress. A few doors down in another studio, a mint green Balenciaga handbag is being puffed and positioned for its photo op. Luxury handbags are lined up, awaiting their turns.

Photo shoots like these happen daily at Beyond the Rack, a Montreal company that sells discount Gucci, Juicy Couture and lesser-known brand-name items at online “flash sales.” A flash sale means that bargain items -typically last season’s overstock and sample pieces reduced in price by 40 to 70 per cent -are available only for a brief, limited time.

For Beyond the Rack’s shoppers, that’s a mere 36 hours after the sale opens at 11 a.m., when a mass emailing alerts customers to the latest deals -like the Balenciaga bag going for $1,599 instead of the original $2,095. Buyers then act fast. Not only will the company’s million-plus customers be vying for the same discount items, but when the time’s up, the “flash sale” is extinguished.

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Far beyond Beyond the Rack -indeed, over the border and across the sea -similar flash sale websites are scorching through the Internet. Popular sites, all ending with a . com, include Gilt Groupe, Haute-Look, Vente Privee, RueLaLa, Enviius, Ideeli and Fashion Vault (eBay’s latest attempt get into the game). Each has its own photo studios, models and designer labels, and each insists that its customers are really “private members”-that is, to get daily emails about these flash sales, shoppers must be invited to join the website by a friend, or request a membership online.

Even if practically everyone who signs up for most of these sites is accepted, it’s a tactic that helps turn potential waste into a desirable commodity.

“Like a bouncer with velvet ropes, you’ve got to create a fence, a barrier around these clearance items,” says Beyond the Rack CEO Yona Shtern.

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Your mind on brain games

“Bird Safari: Featured in the visual-training program InSight, this game asks players to recall a specific bird — flashed on the screen for only an instant – out of a flock. InSight costs $395 U.S. online through Posit Science.”

*This article appeared, in full or in part, in the Montreal Gazette, the Vancouver Sun, the Ottawa Citizen, GlobalNational Television, the Windsor Star, the Edmonton Journal, and more.

Before I begin listing the latest computer games and expert tips on how best to improve your brain fitness, like push-ups for normal aging and forgetful minds, here are some thoughts from my grandma, a foxy eighty-something:

“Don’t tell me to do those puzzles. They just rock me into insensibility,” she said. “My brain moves too fast to begin with. In less than five minutes, I’m trying to remember when your grandpa’s next doctor’s appointment is, and whether we need coffee cream, God forbid.

“Meanwhile your grandpa starts hollering, ‘Where’s my walking stick? Where’s my hearing aid?’ And while I’m standing on my head looking for his stuff, the oatmeal pot boils over. Anyhow, you’re nuttier than a fruitcake if you think getting old is like a bowl of cherries,” she said

Fortunately for my grandmother, wisdom isn’t lost with age as easily as walking sticks.

“Some things don’t decline,” says Fergus Craik, a leading cognitive psychologist based in Toronto and co-editor of The Oxford Handbook of Memory.”For example, people in their 50s and 60s tend to have better vocabulary and word knowledge (than younger people). And knowledge of the world seems to hold up with age, as do skilled procedures like mental arithmetic or playing piano, if you still practice.”

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It’s a Hi/Lo Holiday

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Basic Balenciaga Arena City purse from Holt Renfrew, over $1500 ( *This article was featured in The Montreal Gazette.) 

Some shoppers prefer to buy generic. They’ll take discount clothing and no-name groceries over fancy logos on cars, bikes, furniture, and even ibuprofen (a.k.a. Advil): To them, brand names mean nothing.

Equally devout are those who’ve got sparkling insignias on their Prada sunglasses, Lexus cars and Apple computers. They believe top quality is something you can see and touch – and it’s always worth the extra splurge. Somewhere in between the two camps are the dreamers: the gal who lusts after a $28 Chanel nail polish (while a Personelle polish costs $3.99), and the man who wishes a brand new flat-screen TV for $2,099 would appear under the tree even though an older model costs $299.

So, what products are worth the splurge? Which ones make better steals?

Here’s a breakdown of popular gift items that can come with generic or luxury price tags.

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