There are parts of Toronto that I tend to steer clear of, Yorkville, being one of them. Although I’d say I know my fair share about high end couture and fashion, I just don’t look the “Yorkville part”, and believe you me, the boutiques in this area will treat you differently. A sort of Pretty Woman situation, if you will. Being followed in a store as if you are some common thief is just not my cup of tea (is it anyone’s?). Alas, Matt needed some things, so we headed to the area this past weekend.

It’s strange to think that back in the 1960’s, Yorkville was flourishing with bohemian culture, and was a breeding ground for the Canadian hippie movement. It was bustling with folk singers who would flock to the scene – Joni Mitchell, Neil Young and Gordon Lightfoot, to name a few. This is the Yorkville I would have liked. No pretension, just peace, man.

ahh, noticing there is food in your teeth…

Blouse: thrifted
Skirt: thrifted
Sandals: Bass
Tote: Parkdale Flea