Labels & Love.

In every lady’s life, there will come a time where she needs  to dig in her Choos, and decide if she truly needs a third Chloé in her wardrobe.

Chloé Paddington in Anthracite still is ze perfect first date bag – deceptively spacious, gorgeous shade of silver and fancy enough for Iggy’s on a Saturday night.

Chloé Edith in Whiskey assists me in my façade as “I’m a career woman, hear me rawr!“

What is missing is a combination of both, a perfect marriage of classic elegance and woefully unrealistic fashion. Herein lies my problem.

Over the last couple years, a series of flight mishaps has caused me to be exceptionally early for the red eye. While waiting for the gate to open, I was drawn by hypnotic and sweet sirens from the House of Chloé

A trip into the heartlands.

Hopeless would be the word most apt to describe how familiar I am with the neighbourhoods that are outside of work, downtown (which is on the cusp of work) and home.