TV Jackie

Shirt, Talbots. Skirt, Club Monaco. Scarf, Icici. Pumps, Banana Republic.

Have I ever mentioned I'm a TV addict? Mad Men, Property Virgins, Jersey Shore - I watch it all, though draw the line at I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant, for obvious reasons. Tonight I watched the Jacqueline Kennedy special and I have a feeling some of you may have as well. Did you tear up at the sight of the tombstone that read "baby girl Kennedy?" Did you take mental notes of Jackie's outfits for upcoming cocktail parties? Did you find satisfaction in her nonchalant use of vocabulary you'd previously only encountered in books? (So that's how you pronounce détente...). No? Okay. I guess it was an exciting night of television, what with the Billy The Exterminator marathon and all.

Four Seasons of Yew

Have you heard? Yew Restaurant at the Four Seasons is now a seafood restaurant! I was one of the lucky many who got to attend the reopening on Wednesday evening. After being treated to a fête of oysters, tuna tartare, and an entire table of salmon "snacks," my taste buds are still reminiscing today. Of course, I had to stay true to myself and down some cocktails throughout the evening, a sure cure for my reticence. The dessert table was off-limits (hello, lactose intolerance!), but the pastry chefs offered me some delectable vegan cookies instead. When I wasn't busy chewing, I managed to meet and mingle with food writers and fellow gourmets, thus completing Yew's new tagline: Modern. Coastal. Social. Social, indeed!

Salmon on the rocks.

Meet the Menu.

Shipwrecked had a hint of jalapeño .

There's nothing like a freshly shucked oyster.

What a swell party this is!

Figments of the feast.

Blouse, Tommy Hilfiger. Skirt, Brooks Brothers. Handbag, Ann Taylor.

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this review are my personal views and this particular restaurant review was not sponsored or paid for in any way by the company or an agent working on their behalf. I just love to eat, okay?

New Yew

Sweater, J.Crew. Skirt, Banana Republic. Sunglasses, Winners. Scarf, American Apparel. Belt, Eddie Bauer. Flats, Ralph Lauren.

Looking at these photos, I'm kicking myself for not pairing navy with pink more often (I last raved about it here, a human gestation ago). And, as usual, I'm behind on my posts so this is not the ensemble I'll be donning this eve for the reopening of Yew Restaurant at the Four Seasons in downtown Vancouver. Any local bloggers out there who'd like to join me (and act impressed by my drinking skills)? The first Boulevardier is on me.

Twisted Tweets

Shell, Talbots. Cardigan, J.Crew. Skirt, thrifted YSL Encore. Sunglasses, Winners. Pumps, Banana Republic.
  

As some of you already know, I've been raping people's Twitter profiles. The offensive tweets have been linked to weight loss (appalling!) and alleged photographs tooted about in teenage girl lingo (OMG, LOL, and everything else I abhor). I still don't know what I did to deserve this kind of hacking/spamming, but I'd like not to have my account suspended again. Aside from repeatedly changing my password, I don't know what else I can do. Any advice, fellow twits?

The Little Things

Blouse, Rendez-Vous by Paul & Joe. Skirt, Brooks Brothers. Cardigan, J.Crew. Pumps, Banana  Republic. Umbrella, Max Mara.

One of the best things that happened to me in London was getting caught in the rain sans cover while looking for Harrods. Drenched, desperate and disoriented, my sister and I entered Harvey Nichols instead, where Max Mara was having a little soiree. After I de-racooned my eyes and my sister wisely buttoned up her trench coat over a Superman tee, we put on some airs and waltzed into the Italian boutique. Champagne flutes were chugged and umbrellas were given as party favors, so we walked away elated. Convincing the British Airways clerk not to charge me when checking in the umbrella (considered a weapon as a carry-on and 40 pounds as an extra piece of luggage) was another story with a happy ending. It's all about the little (gratuitous) things, isn't it?

Bachelor Pad

 Blouse, Banana Republic. Skirt, J.Crew. Scarf, Holt Renfrew. Belt, Eddie Bauer. Sandals, Geox.

The strangest thing has happened: Twitter suspended my account, which sucks because I've got all these erudite remarks about tonight's episode of Bachelor Pad and it kills me that I can't share them with you (sorry, they only work in tweet format). Until then, you may have to get your venereal humor somewhere else.

PNE

Dress, J.Crew. Belt, Eddie Bauer. 

Photo by LOVE-AN-ARNOLD

Fellow Vancouverites, if you haven't stopped by the PNE, you're missing out on such gourmet items as chips-on-a-stick and every kind of sausage known to man. What are you waiting for? A formal Skee Ball invitation?