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Close your eyes. Dream up your most perfect fall day. To me, it’s a flannel shirt. It’s the smell of the s’mores cooking in the backyard and meat pie baking in the oven. It’s a giant wooden log cabin. It’s the view of nothing but gorgeous trees turned burnt orange, brown, and yellow. It’s the feeling a drizzle coming down on the window pane and the soft sounds of the guitar strumming in the distance. It’s a glass of Veuve Clicquot Rich served with slices of either apples or fresh tomatoes. Mont-Tremblant in Quebec is what you would only see in movies. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen during the fall. So picturesque. So unreal. The air just feels really, really good against your face, even snuggled up in a giant coat. I quickly became obsessed with this little ski town.

I went both behind the lens and in front of the lens this season with Veuve Clicquot. Photographing for such an iconic French champagne house like Veuve Clicquot always feels special. One sip and suddenly my travels with the team flash through my mind: Paris, Reims, London, Maui, Los Angeles, and now Canada. It makes me smile. The memories I have with this champagne will last forever. This experience, in both Montreal and Mont-Tremblant, felt so authentic for Veuve Clicquot Rich. Tis’ the season for Clicquology: the art of preparing drinks with Veuve Clicquot. Veuve Clicquot Rich was especially made for this mixology. It allows me to find new ways to drink champagne. This season I’m gravitating towards pears, apples, tomatoes, pomegranate, and hibiscus tea to experiment in my drinks. I like mine at brunch, served with a plate of squash salad, chicken pot pie, and side of mashed potatoes.

Bellies full, we ventured down to the lake, looking up at our cabin. Today was just as good, if not better than Thanksgiving. And trust me, I have so much to be thankful for this year. All you could see is the party inside and the smoke from the fireplace blowing in the wind. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.

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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!


// Dynamite floral dress, black body suit, crop tanktop and denim skirt //

already featuring: Miu Miu sunglasses, Maria Castelli backpack