Toronto Alternative Fashion Week featured fantasy, seduction and street style clothing. (Craig McKenzie)

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Not your mother’s fashion show

No one would have expected the biggest threat to Toronto’s seasonal fashion institution, L’Oreal Fashion Week, to be an old brick warehouse filled with Goths, hipsters, Ryerson students and hip-hop kids, in an event called FAT.

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October 20, 2006

Are we awash in awareness?

Happy Brandied Fruit Day! Oh, and happy National Microfinance Day, too. I guess if you only have small amounts of brandied fruit, you can save it with low interest. Wednesday was World Menopause Day and Thursday was Evaluate Your Life Day. It’s also National Dental Hygiene Week, National School Safety Week and National Co-operative Week.

October 17, 2006

The coffee shop voyeur

I have a confession to make. I’m into voyeurism. Not in that creepy, parked-outside-your-house-with-binoculars or sketchy handheld-camera kind of way, but in the sense that I like to people-watch. And there’s lots to see in the public theatre.

October 13, 2006

Hair, there and everywhere

Are your split ends haunting your dreams? Have those “beachy” highlights you got in July grown out in a way that’s more washed up than those kids from the first season of Laguna Beach? Help is on its way. Our style mavens hit the streets to find the best—and worst—salons within walking distance. All salons are given a rating out of five stars and prices are meant as a guide only; hair varies, so be sure to double check prices with your stylist.

October 3, 2006

An affair with Lululemon

Take a walk through campus and amidst the fall colours and limestone buildings you’ll find another familiar sight: a small logo, resembling the shape of a horseshoe, on the spandex-covered bottoms’ of Queen’s students. That small logo, and everything that it encompasses, represents what has become an unofficial uniform for many women: Lululemon clothing.

September 29, 2006

A lament for Mr. Postman

Letters are something to be treasured. Like little time capsules, they capture the moments of our lives.