There is always something going on in Montreal in the summertime. It my first time visiting this French city and not only did I fall in love with the charming Old Port and awesome food scene, but also the music. Osheaga Music Festival was for sure hot and steamy, but overall the music made it well worth those long lines to the food trucks and sticky crowds. Especially once the sun went down overhead, everyone seemed to mellow out. Talk about sun drunk. We were shooting with the Dynamite team and that made dressing for the festival extra easy. Halter dresses. The classic black bodysuit. And the perfect baby tanks. We plopped down with some wine for Leon Bridges, Radiohead, and Haim….a few of my festival favorites that I always make sure to see while I’m traveling from city to city. Somehow, festivals never get old. You think “how am i going to survive this weekend?” I’ve already done SXSW, Coachella, and Bonnaroo this summer and man was it exhausting. But it’s all about those hilarious and wild and wacky memories that come with trekking it through these music festivals. Going home with sneakers so dirty you can’t even touch them, let alone look at them. Dealing with the dude who just cut in line for the port a potty’s. And managing to stay hydrated and squeeze in that mini nap on a hammock. You just gotta stick through and feel the energy from the crowds the whole way through. I think I’ve conquered festival season this year. Until the next one!
This little beach was such a hidden gem. You’ve got the river. The forest and mountains. The sand. What more can a girl ask for? It’s so unlike reality and everyday NYC life that you sort of have to pinch yourself. The only sounds coming from the kids kayaking on a Saturday, throwing themselves purposefully off the boat just for laughs. The nostalgia of childhood and living completely in the moment . And one family picnic on the other side of this tiny little beach. We were on the road from Squamish to Whistler in Canada, the most peaceful drive in the whole entire world. There’s something about the Pacific Northwest that’s so comforting. Those gloomy skies are like a little safety blanket the entire way. Passing farms and homes sitting by the mountain in what feels like the middle of nowhere. It’s totally one place where everyone knows everyone. You can pick a sandwich made by the local farmer. Juice from the only juice truck in town. It’s nice to have a taste of that slow paced lifestyle. Where you can actually sit and breath in the freshest of air, free from any chaos. Once again it was one of those trips that I packed absolutely anything and so you learn to mix and match with what you’ve got. Loads of black and cashmere and this one leather trench to wear on the plane and everywhere in between. Always bring a belt because a belt makes everything look better. Oh, and gotta have those Fenty x Puma by Rihanna sneakers. I love a fresh pair of kicks that just hit the shelves. It’s just another something you and your friends can talk about in the car ride home.
Vancouver may be one of the most beautiful cities in the entire world. You get the mountains, the trees, the lakes, the ocean, the city, and the parks. It’s every wanderer’s dream. I was so impressed with it’s beauty. Everything is right at your fingertips. Whatever mood you’re in, you can get out and go. It’s the ideal place to be outside. To be active. To hike. To bike. But more importantly, to road trip. I was in town shooting the Gentle Fawn S/S ’17 campaign, but like every work trip, we leave a few days to ourselves to explore. We were on the road to Whistler and my friend said “promise you won’t fall asleep!” How could you when you’re driving with the Pacific coastline on one side and waterfalls on another?! It was pretty unreal. We eventually hit a beautiful field of wildflowers on the side of the road. Immediately we pushed the breaks to take a peek. Climbing up the side of the hill brought a bigger surprise. A giant lake circled by a mountain. The early morning fog slowly rolling in through the hills. You kind of have to stop and pinch yourself. How something so beautiful and peaceful exists! We had just passed Squamish…our bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers sitting on the dashboard. We had miles more to go.