Last time I was at a foggy harbour, this time I’m at a foggy abandoned railroad track. It’s amazing how much Vancouver resembles Silent Hill when shrouded in thick fog, like on the day these photos were taken. Although the fog is a driving hazard, I am intrigued how it can transform my city into a new mysterious realm.
The centerpiece of today’s look is a controversial one: this Izzue shirt with a tartan collar and button placket. I’ve always really liked the preppy appeal of tartan and I think that this piece utilizes it in an interesting way. However, some of my friends are not so big on this shirt because they think it’s too “schoolboyish”. There are definitely some ways to pair this shirt that would look like an English school uniform, but when I purchased it I considered pairing it with pieces that would tone down its preppy appeal – like I did in these shots. What do you think?
Lately I’ve found myself guilty of staying too confined in my comfort zone in Vancouver. My weekends are spent in either in Downtown or in Richmond, maybe East Vancouver once in a while. To understand my city better, I’m setting a new goal for myself to visit a different spot in Vancouver each weekend (if weather permits). Last weekend I started off by hanging out at Steveston Harbour where I met up with a friend for a walk followed by coffee at Rocanini (highly recommend this cafe).
The weather in Vancouver over the past couple weeks has been quite dreary. We went from going through the polar vortex to having nonstop torrential downpour. I’ve been wanting to go for a jog around Stanley Park for a while nowm but the weather has prevented me from doing so. There’s hope that this weekend will be sunny though, so I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed for that.
Whenever I meet friends abroad, I’m always amused to tell them that I grew up in a city where it gets as cold as Siberia during the winter. This was the case on my last day in Calgary as I was bid farewell with light flurries and -25°C weather. Growing up, there’d always be a few winter days every year when the snow was horrendous and traffic was uncontrollable. Although these days sound miserable, they were actually the most exciting and memorable to me. Trotting through meter-high snow, being stuck on the school bus for two hours, and helping neighbors push their car out of the snow – these are all memories that only the Canadian prairies can offer. It’s on these cold days that people are the warmest to one another and hot chocolate tastes the best.