LG Fashion Week!

Check out the latest posts on LG fashion week days 2 & 3. More to come from your front row girl after Pink Tartan and Joe Fresh tonight!

http://whatevereurotrash.com/2010/03/30/lg-fashion-week-day-2/

http://whatevereurotrash.com/2010/03/31/lg-fashion-week-behind-the-scenes/

xo

eurotrash

Interview with fashion designer, Salem Moussallam

Check out eurotrash's interview with HIBEBE designer, Salem Moussallam. She attended his show last week that took place in the dingy underground Bay station. The clothes were edgy, provocative and everything we'd expect from this fashion bad boy. Enjoy!

http://whatevereurotrash.com/2010/03/30/interview-with-hibebe-designer-salem-moussallam/

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eurotrash

And so fashion week begins with lots of fur...

To all my dear readers, please note that eurotrash has moved to a new site, her own site and will now be writing from there. The blogspot address will stay in operation for the lazy and I will link all my new posts here until we figure out how to do a re-direct.

Here's the latest from LG fashion week where eurotrash will be bringing you all the updates from the runway.

http://whatevereurotrash.com/2010/03/29/and-so-fashion-week-begins-with-lots-of-fur/

much love,

eurotrash girl.

The Timi's Run: Always Fresh.

Often people ask me what the eurotrash lifestyle is; too often people think it's about living a baller life, throwing 100 dollar bills at homeless people and wearing gucci in the shower; even more often, people think it's about gold digging on a guy to fly you to some jet-set getaway, handing you a diamond ring and black AMEX with your boarding pass.

That's why today's post might surprise some of you. Sure, last week eurotrash was prancing around town with fashion designer, Salem Moussallam, in fur and her jackie bag, stopping afterwards to have a coffee at Bar Mercurio with the owner and long-time friend, Albino. Yet, those glamourous, this-is-not-MY-life? days where you feel like a total fraud have slowly become just as normal as timi's run days - and the timi's run days have become just as glamourous!

The timi's run has become an institutionalized eurotrash activity and can take place up to four or five times a week! It all started with the grand opening of Home Depot on caledonia with a tim horton's on the side and a supersized parking lot. No one could have really predicted what occurred afterwards; the closest I can come to conveying the general atmosphere that strikes you when pulling up to the complex is a cross between Gone in 60 seconds and the Fast & the Furious, mixed with a little Jersey Shore and a touch of Quentin Tarantino kitsch. Hanging in the air sometimes is the distant smell of gang violence; hanging on the light posts sometimes are a dead man's shoes. In the summertime our timi's turns into a tailgate and people bring out their illegal cars and fold-up lawn chairs to sit on; the drive-thru becomes an amusement park ride that you line up to go on again when it comes to an end.

Last night we did the timi's run and it was especially reminiscent of summer days because the 15 degree weather brought everyone out to play (not that a snow storm has ever curbed our willingness to leave the house for double-doubles and french crullers). And now with the famed ROLL UP THE RIM TO WIN contest on, the faint prospect of a free donut has become a commonplace reality.

The authorities have tried to crack down on timi's runs (I truly believe it's because they're just angry that civilians have successfully usurped this long-standing police tradition) and many a times a cruiser or a cop-on-a-bike has jack-in-the-boxed eurotrash with a surprise attack, pulling up to her window to ask if her or her friends had any illegal substances on them or sometimes ordering them to leave as they blitz the parking lot.

Last night was especially fun; eurotrash was just sitting on a curb towards the back of the lot chatting away when another car drives by her group, rolls down the window and a girl cries out: "THEY'RE CLOSING THE GATES!!!". Before eurotrash was able to decipher the cryptic, quasi-biblical beckoning, her close friend and timi's run veteran, Elisa, went into action mode, turned to her and said: "JUST GET IN YOUR CAR AND FOLLOW ME, FAST".

Our convoy ripped down the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins, I kept thinking about these gates and the new measures being taken to smoke us out. Suddenly, a slew of cars were lined up all trying to make it out of the parking lot gates lest they be locked inside forever; it was like an evacuation for the apocalypse. I lost track of my friends car; all I thought about was survival.

A few minutes later I received a bbm letting me know the new location everyone had reconvened at. I joined my friends again and we were spared a good half hour before the cops came to run all our plates, but hey, at least they didn't ask us to leave. Sigh, maybe I need to stop reading about Alexander Roy Gumballing across continents in The Driver, or maybe all of you should read it and then come to timi's to discuss and if you're lucky, get to reenact.

Candid Eurotrash:

As the new site is under construction and fashion week is fast-approaching, the face of eurotrash is on the cusp of a new moon. Don't panic just yet! The new site will still feature the witty writings of a eurotrash girl and in addition the site will also have a section for real fashion photography (unlike what you usually see here). This way, I won't have to waste quality posts to show you all things that I love and that we should be able to buy in CDN dollars some day like this you-don't-need-a-savings-account Balenciaga leather jacket. Here's an idea for spring: this jacket, a light neon t-shirt, faded jeans and neutral beige or grey sandal boots. The bag of choice... a vintage seafoam first bag from '04.

Balenciaga leather jacket

Balenciaga; vintage 2004 seafoam first bag

forever 21 peep toe workman booties

Summer jeans make me feel fine...

It's currently 10 degrees out, the sun is shinning and it honestly feels like summer: the recipe for a eurotrash hiatus. Today is the kind of day the new denim trend was made for; too cold for linen and too hot for wool. So, I leave you all with a few pictures from this month's FASHION magazine showcasing NEW BLUES to inspire while I go out and get sun-kissed.

A Fuschia Deal

Friday night was our annual games night; a night where us girls get together, drink cheap zinfandel and play stellar games such as Headbandz Jr. and Marry, Date or Dump. This year we had the zin, we had all girls in attendance, we even had the board games, but all we did was gossip! Typical, right? Well, once we got over who's been dumped, who's been to paris, who back-stabbed who, etc., we moved on, thankfully, to fashion... then the real games began.

First, I need to preface this with a brief description of what class of girls I was with. If you're picturing 5 girls dressed to the nines, hair done, lipstick pretty, trying to out-do each other by wearing all their designer pieces at once and bragging about the new tiffany bracelet their boyfriend just bought them for their yet-another-week-together anniversary - scratch that nauseating vision out of your minds, immediately. In fact, we were mostly in tights and sweats, barely wearing that morning's make-up, jewellery consisted of a beaded bracelet given to one of us girls by her student earlier that day, and we were all sitting around an ashtray inside my friend's garage on a wooden staircase when this particular topic came up.

We began to exchange stories and details about our latest finds and how little we paid for them. Eurotrash came quite close with her Jackie bag story and how she managed to cop it for $1000 less in Italy, even after converting back to CDN dollars, than what it's listed for on Gucci's site (albeit, smuggling was involved). But the girl who took the cake, a big fuschia cake, was my girl, Jor. She found a 2008 Valentino cocktail dress in her size at Holt's Last Call just a few weeks earlier. It wasn't just that the dress was drop dead gorgeous, because it is, or that it fit her like a glove, because it does, or even that its cut is so classic that I could have easily convinced all of you it was a vintage find; the dress was on sale. Big time.

Jordana's Valentino dress

So now for a eurotrash math lesson: the original price tag read $4,500, reduced to outlet price tag read $1,900, reduced to the 90% off outlet price tag read $190.00. You can't even buy two pairs of TNA pants for that price. Jor, I don't know what gods were shinning on you that day, girl, but next time I go shopping I'm taking you with me.