Weird young lady that looks like old Heather Locklear on a plastic surgery jag, which doesn't make much sense considering you're at least a few decades younger than how you look,
I can't cop to being a huge fashion maven, but I did see your bit on Urban Rush, a show in which is a topic unto itself, and: really?
I get that Holt, ye ol' grand dame of Canadian fine-living, wants to spend some of that hard earned cash on updating its image and re-assuring the rest of us that, yes, the children are the future (particularly those with money to burn). But I want that glitz a la Blair Waldorf, or at least a fucking Olson twin, and not some girl that can't even pronounce Sevigny correctly.
I'm the last person on Earth that should comment on whether the layered look is in or not (seems like it is every winter season, which seems shockingly practical), but even I can tell when shit is thrown together haphazardly, and your styling job basically looks as though the young contempo department threw up on the models (and, to be honest, that dude in the motorcycle jacket looks like he should be in some Adam Lambert gangbang fantasy). It doesn't help that you didn't even take the pricetag off the bowtie in that Britboy look you slapped together.
If this whole contemporary correspondent experiment is just some marketing exercise of an aging company with demographics to conquer, than I suppose I shouldn't care (the fact that I'm even writing about this is probably a sign that the stunt is working). The ol' brass must be thrilled that they have this blog thing on their website (the Youtube embed must really be blowing their minds), like that grandma on Arrested Development was thrilled she adopted a little Korean boy that lived in the walls. But jeezus: can you at least pretend to care when you're flogging the thing on tv? Because, unless you do, I can't be bothered to either.
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