I don't actually have anything profound to say on the subject of Canadians in Barcelona--apart from anything else I'm the only one I know--but it seemed a fitting enough title for this post with the city spread out below. I took these pictures on Montjuïc, where I spent some time skulking in the bushes waiting for a couple to vacate the ledge. In the bushes I met about a thousand wild cats, who growled at me throughout.
This outfit is actually the dressy version of what I've been wearing most mornings. I've been really pushing myself to get out to a café by 8am to work on my book for a few hours before the rest of the day catches up with me. It's working out really well so far, but it does seem to mean a daily outfit of black pants, blue airline socks, and whatever shirt is closest to hand. It's kind of silly that all fall when I had hardly any clothes I was obsessed with getting dressed up every day, and now that I've brought back a lot more things to wear, my priorities are elsewhere. Given all of that, I think I look surprisingly put together... and that unrolled trouser-leg is getting filed under the excuse of "artistic temperament." Anyway, to jazz things up a bit I added some sparkly flats and a star-studded beret. The shirt was box-dived, and is an old union shirt. I'm not sure which of my family it belonged to, but we do have great collection of vintage slogan t-shirts, from "Muskoka Jazz" to "Cuba Si" to "My Karma ran over your Dogma."
t-shirt: family vintage, pants: H&M, beret: very old, shoes: Ardene (gift)
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