Every girl wants a fashionable guy to move with and every guy to to be fashionable in other not to be left out. Its just simple to get fashionable even if you are not. Catch it out.
The pope’s fragrance.
Forget about Ulsterman once Insider and check out all this Ulsterwoman Outsider knows about the lovely Michelle Obama. She’s more interesting. Politics is boring and who wants to read Ulsterman’s sensationalist headlines which are really faction, rather than fact or ficiton in my opinoin, when you can follow the First Lady, her fashion and other more interesting Whitehouse stories?
Between the fabulous shows at LG Fashion Week Beauty by L’Oréal take in the vibrancy and culture of a truly cosmopolitan city and the Fashion Capital of Canada, Toronto, Ontario. Spend time at one of the beautiful downtown hotels, stroll the shopping destinations for hidden boutique gems to luxury brands or sip a cocktail and enjoy the pulsating nightlife Toronto has to offer.
Maclean’s Magazine has a review of Apple’s new adaptation but the irony is the Maclean’s folks still haven’t figured out how to get their online version to work on any iPad. Canadanewsreport.com works fine on the iPad, including the number two model, we’re happy to say.
If you want to get over your Western self-loathing try going to a nice eat-pray-love Indian ashram or shave-your-head temple in Bali, which you can find through Yolkobsens’ i-travelreview site. But if you are planning to stay home and continue hating your nose, hips and hair, tune into our fashionablepress site or just read on here.
I recently found out that I am not alone in my mania for silver bangles. Never really out of fashion, there is always a place in a woman’s wardrobe for many, from the highly dramatic to the dainty. No matter how many in my possession, I’ve been looking for the perfect cuff for some years.
We like Linda Lunstrom, Simon Chang and Pink Tartan for heaven’s sake, but how much can you read about same staid and established designers who get all the press year in and year out?
Today’s is a faded “world’s best dad,” accented with a fading dung-colored football. (I will burn this soon along with the two-sizes too big jeans, which he got at the One Size Fits None sale.)
It’s dead of winter and we are the Yolkobsens, stranded in our small white 19th century row house here on Nonplus St. in downtown Toronto.