By: Lara Ceroni, Image courtesy of Cynthia Rowley
Fashion designers have long lent their creative minds to areas outside of clothing design. Todd Oldham (remember him?) is vested almost entirely in home decor; Armani and Missoni are visionary hoteliers and Lagerfeld, well, Lagerfeld has his stamp on everything from downhill skis to gold lamé guitar cases. These collabs aren’t all that surprising. Most make sense in our world (minus the guitar cases…sorry, Karl), but once in fashion’s blue moon we come across a partnership that has us pondering why. Take Cynthia Rowley’s project with Band-Aid (It’s not an off-shoot of Live Aid, in case you were wondering.) The American fashion designer has worked with the brand to design super-chic, limited edition boo-boo bandages that are, surprisingly, really pretty, really fun and make us want to show off our stiletto-induced blisters with aplomb.
By Jennifer Weatherhead, Photography by Geoffrey Ross
Name: OPI Nail Lacquer in You Don’t Know Jacques
The specs: A muddy-grey shade that transcends seasons.
Why we love: As a self-proclaimed nail polish lover I usually switch up my colour a couple of times a week, and with the endless options out there, it’s tough for me not to get bored with a shade. Not so with OPI’s You Don’t Know Jacques. Ever since this perfect grey shade hit the market over a year ago, I have been completely obsessed with it (I’m nearing the end of my third bottle). The perfect alternative to black or super dark nails, it fits my fall wardrobe nicely. And in the summer it’s a great way to break up the usual hot pinks and pretty pastels that grace my nails.
Where to buy: Available at salons and spas, $10.95.
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ELLE Canada reviews opening night of Doc
By Ava Baccari, Photography courtesy of Soulpepper Theatre Company
For a country that loves being labelled light-hearted, we have a pretty dark sense of humour. Ottawa Citizen film critic Jay Stone once wrote that “if you judge us by our films, we’re a country filled with dysfunctional families, incest and tragedy.”
Last night’s packed theatre for the opening night of Doc at the Young Centre for the Performing Arts in Toronto’s Distillery District, proved that we don’t really mind if this attitude also creeps up onto our stage (well, minus the incest.)
New Brunswick-born playwright, Sharon Pollock, loosely bases her 1984 play, Doc, on her experience growing up in the midst of family dysfunction, tragedy and suicide (the Holy trinity of successful memoir-writing) which premiered to standing ovations last night.