Huntress @ Fashion week pt. II

So, the three musketeers took Fashion Week and feels like the triad will/should be getting up to more of this in the future.

Marois Photography are John and Tracey, you can follow them on twitter (which will be my next social media-ing 101 with them pray for me) @Marois_Kirouac or their FB page Marois/Kirouac-White Photography which is pretty epicly loaded with amazing shots, this was not their first rodeo. They got the best shots of the show because of where we were on the runway. Raymi gets you behind enemy lines. All the other photog were in the pit at the other end of the runway. Sneaky minxes ftw.

I can hold this pose alllll night.

Go team.

I had to take a selfie to get my makeup. Play the game yo. So while it seems sometimes us bloggers are obnoxious on instagram doing blasts at events, it’s for a cause and that cause is lipstick and mascara my two best friends.

We were about to be all squished leaning against the curtain in the corner when O’Nizzle texted me a photo of my reserved seats. A derpy derp that would be me. Thx gyal.

When Elyse discovered I’d be at WMCFW she was like bring my sweater, and I’m like okay but I better not end up carrying it all day in all of my photos. How spectacular is it to have dragonflies blasting on your sweater, moments before you get it back? Or does that happen everyday? I dunno not to be a wizard or anything but I think she can make three wishes now or something.

My mom got photos of every fashionista in this square afterward whereas I got all toronto and beat it out of there and I am too shy to blog them so it’s just me here sorry. Oh wait, this is called Raymi the Minx not Toronto the Minx right? ;)


Uh huh uh huh, fashion. Mhmm mhmm, yep yep yep, got it.

Btw the girl at the lykke li concert is who encouraged me to get a size medium, I am smaller than it appears. I also paired it with an oversized vintage levi’s jean jacket that was my dad’s. When you’re going big keep going. Once this tee shrinks after washing it, it will fit better.

Okay I am getting a little tired of this pose too tbh haha. I always kind of dress like a chic slob IMO at fashion week cos in my mind I am like This is so hip and so cool how did all these people know what cool was until they saw this outfit I made zero effort in preparing for them. If you have real style and you are reading this you are allowed to roll your eyes. Next year I will bring it. The noise I say. Consider it brought and waiting for you. New poses too! Get ready.

I miss doing photography like this. Swoon. Thanks for carrying the torch ma.

I should have thrown that bottle in my bag ;). Oh what, what perfume huh? Look over there it’s Bo Jackson. #gone

Nice toes. Okay that’s the best of the rest I gotta get back to Raymeality now. If you missed pt. I here it is: all thighs and eyes. Hope to see you tomorrow night for an epic Halloween Party at Brass Vixens. I’m dancing! It’s gonna be sexy and weird.

I finally figured out my song too. See ya tomorrow night!

all thighs and eyes

What’s up the blogger said to thee!

Last Friday (feels like yesterday) we hit up the tents oh look at me talking all fashion, “the tents”. I hope the out crowd can pick up on this industry lingo along with my heavy facetiousness. Sometimes I can’t tell if people can tell that I am ALWAYS JOKING HERE.

Now there’s a smile, Laurence.

We had some time to kill before the show. We were not only on time but ahead of time for once which is awesome for capturing a lot of pics. My mom is a very thorough events photographer and has expanded, these two shoot in tandem it is the best.

We are going to do a shoot together eventually.

The show we saw was by Huntress. See that necklace. Gems baby. The designer is up for a people’s choice for best collection, go vote for huntress you have til Nov 7th. What Would Laurence Fishburne Do? His baby mama closed the show with 2 Irish Wolfhounds a whutty-whut. That is because why and what.

We is always about the street photography too you know that boo. I get an assist on scoring this one, my call plus allowance. I had to whittle this post down to a finite amount. Toronto is such a small town and my mom photographed every single fashionista you would recognize, you’ll have to go to her album on FB to see. There’s unwritten rules here yo, can’t post it all.

Slob chic at your service. It’s at that point in the laundry rotation when things get interesting. However, I have been selected as a fashion notable to partake in an upcoming fashion social media thing so the style moves are working. Hashtag werking. From now on I am just going to Kerouacian prose prozac when I write here because who even knows how to do this thing called blogging anymore. If but nothing else than to please my fellow literary counterparts.

How, “This is not my first rodeo” is my face much?

Age gracefully. Grace agefully. I’m gonna tweet this Raymism what I just invented. Ten bucks no one cares.

Werk werk work, work mom work.

Tracey really captures it all.

A meeting of the minds.

This is how you own a sidewalk.

A woman captured a video of us walking alongside the streetcar on king to university. Wonder where that footage ends up!

Treatin my peeps to drinks. Love that ring of mine hey don’t look ay my pin!

Nice hat.

I would be a great model all you have to do is look angry a lot and wear a ton of makeup.

Fabulous check-in set-up this year. Like into a hotel on broadway.

So much bling and eccentricity. Check the gasp face in the middle. That’s laurence’s lady friend.

Hi again.

I miss Toronto.

Stink eye for you.

And for you. My hair is growing like a weed around my back.

Can you imagine three of me? Actually that equals 5.

I’m going to unfortunately break a blogging rule and pause this as I have to do some burlesque rehearsal related things now. Top Secret!!! Come to Poletergeist on Friday! Pt II Fashion Week tomowoah!