Best ever name for a magazine? Cracker Your Wardrobe.

Men and models

Photo by EssG

Every model's got a horror story. And so one public accusation of Mr. Terry Richardson began a storm of not-so-public whispers.

So one told me: at a Terry shoot the young lady was probably too young to be at, without an agent, parent or proper supervision, a model realized she was in over her teenage head. She slipped into the ladies room to hide out and press pause on the session.

Turns out in Terry's World the flashes never stop. The click came from above the stall, capturing her uncovered body.

Needless to say, that was the last time she posed for Uncle Terry.

Spent today on set with these good looking people, making as much magic as we could muster up. Scribbles, studs, and strong poses TK.

Thanks to Mr. Pike for shooting, the girls for looking pretty, Amanda for bringing spiked and shining everything.

Some snaps on set:

Balcony beauty

The only city I visit in Toronto's vicinity is Montreal. Thus, I consider my favourite fake-French friends as good as neighbours. And Jen, one half of The Neighbours Next Door is a neighbour, a friend, and that all too often used word: fashionista.

As soon as I enter the city borders of Montreal, I can't help but feel a bit inadequate. Everyone is polished, but looks effortless, simple and scruffy, all at once. Jen's afternoon outfit, which she was earnestly reluctant to let me photograph, is just that: simple and cute.

Enjoy.

Three-button black and cream top, H&M

Magnifying glass pendant, Marc Jacobs and vintage ring

Make her your neighbour, too