the Hudson's Bay Company point blanket is undoubtedly one of the most iconic Canadian symbols, like... ever. so naturally, i've wanted one for eons. ever since i moved to America (said in FES' accent, obvi... cause i am the Foreign Exchange Student) i've been kind of proud to sport things that reveal that I AM CANADIAN. i'd been searching ebay for the perfect one, and on trips home, i've crossed my fingers on countless junking hunts with my mom that one of us would scan a rack only to find those signature primary coloured stripes. no such luck (not to toot my own horn but usually with this amount of time i would have had yes much luck. my most proud moments include finding a 1984 Vancouver World's Fair shirt at Cheep Jacks several months after my sister mentioned she would die for one).
(the blankets were typically traded to First Nations and Native Americans for beaver pelts).
(i couldn't resist posting this one).
(this is probs from the Sartorialist or facehunter).
on a trip to Moscow, Idaho (where my sister resides), i found myself a knockoff of the blanket. it held me over shortly, but when i was home over Christmas break and saw the new editions they were featuring at the Bay in lieu of the upcoming Olympics, the urge struck me once again. i mentioned these new coats to my mom and a few weeks later, back in Brooklyn, mom calls me and confesses that she "COULDN'T RESIST" and she's bought me one because "the price was super-reduced!!" and "SO WHAT IF IT DOESN'T FIT, YOU'VE WANTED ONE FOREVER" and "oh well yes it looks big but the shoulders are quite small and it doesn't fit me soo..." oh just wait until you get it in the mail, and don't tell dad! i don't want him to know... "okay so i ended up telling dad and he wasn't mad."
and so on, and so forth.
it came in the mail this morning at 8:15.
i jumped out of bed when the buzzer rang because i had a sneaking suspicion that it was that glorious wool coat and i stumbled to the intercom and was like "whaaat??" and then i ran downstairs and tripped on my PJS because the guy on the other end had said MAIL and OMG there's a big box at my front door from Canada so i'm just going to sprint upstairs with the box and grab my WOOPS THESE ARE FABRIC SCISSORS who cares and what's this? oh, a litre of agave nectar (thanks mom!) and OMFGWTFBBQLOL IT'S MY COAT!!!
(the sweater i'm wearing underneath i made last semester as my term project. the fibre is bamboo and the tree is made up of a series of cables and arans and the shadow is all reverse jersey).
it's hard to believe that over 50 years ago, the fist Dr. Marten was created. and by a doctor in the German army during WWII at that. fed up with his uncomfortable standard-issued army boots, Klaus Märtens created a new boot with softer leather and air-cushioned soles. eventually they went into production, using discarded rubber from Luftwaffe airfields. and i always assumed they were a British shoe from birth, but the first Dr. Martens boots weren't released in the UK until 1 April, 1960 (hence the name of the boot, 1460)! the boots became huge hits in the 70s with the punk movement, then later in the early 90s with the grunge scene, and once again, everyone is rocking their docs. not that they will ever be out of style... these kick-ass boots are true classics.
(it was this shot of Sienna Miller in Nylon that had me literally hunting for these discontinued gems. i never did succeed, though i got them in white).