Prom season has wound down for the high school hordes, but for one local group of spirited souls who’ve been to hell and back, the party’s just gearing up. Excitement is mounting for approximately 400 of Toronto’s Holocaust survivors this week, as they plan their wardrobes and practice their dance steps for the 4th annual Senior Prom, to be held …
Missing Beau
I’m not sure what I’m already missing the most. Lying in bed this morning, in the still of the early dawn, I longed for his snoring—the soft and steady, raspy rhythm of his breathing as he slept, comforting me in the quiet of my house, reminding me I wasn’t alone—would never be alone—as long as I had my Beau beside …
Izzy Camilleri
There’s lots of talk about the democratization of fashion these days. But making great style accessible to everyone usually has more to do with affordable price points than anything else. And while more and more designers are warming up to the idea of dressing all body types, the furthest they consider venturing is into the plus size realm. That’s why …
Home for Christmas
Like a kid with a chocolate advent calendar, I’m counting the days. December has always been filled with anticipation for me, but this time it’s different. Except for my shaggy dog and sweet cat, I’ve been rambling around this big old house on my own for months now, seeing the world through a wobbly new lens. It’s not one I’m …
High School Hair
The great American satirist Fran Liebowitz once told me that the trouble with the personal style of some people is that they got locked into the images they had of themselves in high school, and never moved beyond them. She said this was most evident in the way people wear their hair. You may have looked good with Farah Fawcett …
Fashion Cares
It’s long been said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Such was the case with Toronto’s fashion community in those early days of the AIDS epidemic, when friends and brothers and lovers succumbed to the dreaded disease on a horrifyingly regular basis. We looked into the frightened eyes and held the emaciated hands of so many we loved. …
Barbados Holiday
The most elaborate family vacations I took as kid were a spate of annual motor trips in the mid sixties. The four of us would drive down to Florida for the Christmas holidays, my sister and I killing each other in the backseat of our 1959 Chrysler, as my parents squabbled upfront over the OML’s triptych directions. It was a …