This is my absolute favorite bar in Montreal, starting with the entrance, which you’d never want to enter because it looks like it’s the door to where they host fight club. But instead, it opens up to a beautiful, candlelit bar.
The. drink menu itself is pretty basic; what’s impressive is the bartender’s meticulous preparation and specialized technique. These bartender’s seriously know what’s up. Last time I was there, I saw my bartender whipping egg whites into what turned out to be my tequila sour. He explained to me that it created an incredible foam on top of the drink. The foam was actually such dope foam, I could get over the fact I was like, drinking eggs…
Big in Japan is perfect for a romantic date and for people who have a bit of disposable income. Or have my uncanny ability to have not been the one paying any of the times I went there 😉
Slim Jim’s Liquor Store is a classic student bar with an edgy twist. Namely the decor, including the coolest ceiling I’ve ever seen.
Yup you saw that right. If you donate a bra, you get a free bottle of wine. Shirtless for Chardonnay, ladies! Did I mention London’s posh?
Modern Art Chandeliers?
Slim Jim’s is just seriously on point with interior design. They have an award winning jukebox, which is worth mentioning because it’s so dumb. Seriously, whose giving out that award?
London’s best (only) juke box is complemented by some peng* neon letters.
*It’s slang… from England.
Side note: I got to reunite with one of my favourite people in the world. One of the best things about travelling is the people you meet. And the best people often have the same need to travel as you do, so you’ll end up meeting again. My Brazilian bestie from a summer in London two years ago is now studying fashion here & took me out for drinks. Not much has changed tbh, except we dress better now.
This small, cozy pub is wallpapered in notes that guests pinned up. Each table has pencils and paper so customers can write whatever they want and pin in to the wall to leave their mark in this amazing city. Seriously – I put a note up two years ago, and my friend told me he saw it this week.
Me and my friend Alex
Here’s the note I pinned up with my four closets friends in Budapest- and it’s still there! “Shot’s…it’s not optional.” was our group motto, which is super embarrassing but I stand by it.
Every time I’ve been to London, I’ve wanted to have a “proper” English tea time, with scones and crumpets with cream in a ridiculously posh tea room with people who actually say “posh” in (in that sexy British accent of course).
My friend Fiona introduced me to her close friend Eliza, a super sweet and fun girl, who, after hearing I wanted to do something “like, super British,” invited us to have tea at her gym.
Uh…what? Thanks but I’ll pass drinking some Lipton out of a styrofoam cup while watching people sweat. Just because there’s tea involved doesn’t making it super British, Eliza.
Couldn’t have been more wrong. Turns out Eliza is one of those classy people who down play their affluence etc. (a trait I adore). Her “gym” was the Hurlingham Club: an exclusive country club, the type that if you’re not a member by age 5 then you’ll never be one.
The grounds were gorgeous, especially the tennis courts, as The Hurlingham Club is where the players warm up before The Championships, Wimbledon.
Earl Grey, scones with cream, cucumber sandwiches, and custom, individually wrapped Hurlingham Club chocolates.
The Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit was hands down my favorite museum exhibit ever. This is in large part due to the way that Paris’s Grand Palais had put Gaultier’s work on display. After progressing past sketches and stories from Gaultier’s childhood (and this super creepy teddy bear he smeared lipstick all over), I noticed that the exhibit was designed to be a runway show. Gaultier’s exquisite and creative work was breath taking and seeing the progression of Gaultier’s designs over the course of his career was fascinating.
Creepy but still chic
Mannequins adorned with Gaultier’s creations glided around the mobile cat walk. Even more breathtaking was the incredible technology that gave many of the mannequins almost almost creepily realistic animated faces and monologues. My favorite mannequin, who looked like the model version of Ariel The Little Mermaid, donned one of Gaultier’s famous, mermaid- esque gowns. She sang a lilting song and rolled her eyes at onlookers.
One mannequin, who delivered the longest monologue, was built to resemble Gaultier himself, complete with the iconic blue and white sweater.
Gaultier’s punk phase
Surrounding the catwalk were mannequin’s sitting in the shows “front row.” Coolest part, they resemble actual people who frequent the front row during fashion week. If you can’t tell from her Vogue magazine and iconic hair, this is Grace Coddington, the creative director of American Vogue.
Kate Moss, such an absolute icon as always.
The sexual undertones in Gualtier’s work were not subtle at all & I love it.
After leaving Paris, I went to Berlin for a few days with my mom. According to both my Parisienne friend and my Mom’s Lonely Planet guide book, street art is something for which Berlin in especially known. I signed my family up for a street art walking tour and two hour workshop. Highly recommend. Some of my WASPY family members felt a little mainstream because all the guests had piercings and wore black leather and were definitely okay with things like cursing and divorce. Still dope. Berlin street art culture is nuts and definitely a group of people I want to party with.
Our tour guide told us about this crazy street art gang called the Berlin Kids, (side note: kids??? how old are these people) who do crazy stuff like train surfing and spray painting the tops of subway cars. All of their identities our secret. They even made a movie.
Game: can you find this guys penis?
Answer: Look at the pattern on his pants and how its painted so that the pants appear to bulge out in the appropriate spot.
The girl dancing was done by an artist who paints pictures of girls dancing at music festivals. He aims to capture the moment when your drugs kick in (that’s literally what my tour guy said) and you start dancing with no inhibitions.
This is my and my mom’s own “street art,” made after the tour with spray paint and stencils.
Last weekend, to celebrate the launch of Bizarre Beyond Belief Magazine’s new book, Le Sino hosted the perfect event: a gallery opening of artwork by well-known Montreal street artists, that is the genius’s who’ve transformed the plain brick walls of downtown Montreal into intricate and beautiful pieces of art.
The gallery was full of unique and gorgeous works:
The atmosphere was just what you would expect: people were rolling splifs while commenting on the aesthetics of the pieces. I met a bunch of renowned Montreal street artists, which was super cool.
My favorite piece:
I actually tried to buy this, but the gallery owned this piece. So ridiculously dope because it’s emblematic of the crazy people who can cover a train in graffiti in like three minutes flat.