Twice a year, Toronto Fashion Week offers the style set the cruel and conflicting combination of very little sleep (as many of us juggle coverage with our day jobs), and a reason to look our best in front of well-manicured attendees and shutterbugs.
This vain desire usually wanes by day three to a vague hope that we don’t look our worst. Basically, if I can manage to hold off a full-on goblin transformation to Friday afternoon, it’s because the following items keep me going.
