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1 week ago |
thekit.ca | Olivia Stren |Renee Tse
While most citified people tend to wear a surfeit of black, I have an excess of yolk, lemon meringue and buttercup in my wardrobe. I see it as smuggling vitality and freshness into my shopping cart and psyche. I’ve long been prone to using colour to spot treat a particular malaise, to paint over a bleakness of the spirit. If many of us shop for the lives we’d rather have, the people we’d rather be, I also tend to dress for the mood I’d rather have.
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1 month ago |
chatelaine.com | Olivia Stren
IT’S 11 A.M. IN BROOKLYN, New York, on a seasonally confused late October morning. Still-summery air is humid and overripe, as if the climate itself were dysregulated, water-retentive, hormonal—peri-autumnal? I’m at 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge for The New Pause, a menopause symposium that’s now in its third year, hosted by The Swell—an online community for the middle-aged. I’m standing because the convention space is so packed there’s nowhere to sit.
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Nov 27, 2024 |
wellandtribune.ca | Olivia Stren
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Nov 27, 2024 |
thespec.com | Olivia Stren
If many great cities have their cinematic love letters and satires, Los Angeles has the 1991 romantic comedy “L.A. Story.” A moment in that film wanders to mind: Steve Martin emerges from his home, walks purposefully to his car, drives for about two seconds to his neighbour’s house and gets out. The streetscape is lavished in sunshine and decorated with palm trees, but the pedestrians are as rare a sighting as snowflakes or, say, bread baskets.
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Nov 27, 2024 |
insideottawavalley.com | Olivia Stren
If many great cities have their cinematic love letters and satires, Los Angeles has the 1991 romantic comedy “L.A. Story.” A moment in that film wanders to mind: Steve Martin emerges from his home, walks purposefully to his car, drives for about two seconds to his neighbour’s house and gets out. The streetscape is lavished in sunshine and decorated with palm trees, but the pedestrians are as rare a sighting as snowflakes or, say, bread baskets.
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