my mother is visiting me and i brought her on a walk along college. i love to walk to little italy on a saturday when everyone is just waking up and people aren't rushing to school or frantically causing traffic incidents by running to catch the streetcar. she loved it, too! i made her love it. by being like, oh! look! i know that person! and oh this is the coffee shop i spend too much time at and this is the bar i meet my friends at and hey they might have good ground beef in here let's get some. walking back home, laden with a heavy assortment of spontaneous shopping, i was saying that there is a nice toronto style of dressing, like this is not brooklyn, this is not the lower east side, this is certainly not the upper east side, but it's quirky, it's relaxed, it's put together in this nice spring weather. and she agreed, (she felt a bit overdressed but i assured her her coat was just like the dressing gown esque coat garance doré just got), and she said "yes, hmm i had forgotten what canadians were like: no one in new york wears a wool toque and shorts like that man pushing his stroller in his plaid shirt." i love my mother.

- Olivia