camping style.

IMG_1last week we visited the northern part of our province where we camped city-style. what does that mean exactly? well, take two farm brats turn city brats and plop them smack dab in the middle of the wilderness and see what becomes of their fashion sense.

IMG_2 IMG_3to me, *g* looked like a metropolitan prairie boy. he wore an rvca tee, billabong shorts, nike shoes, and a patagonia cap.

IMG_4 IMG_5my look was more of a lost ballerina. i wore a forever 21 tee, lululemon leggings, new balance shoes, and a vintage headband.

IMG_6 IMG_7IMG_8IMG_9we stayed pretty active during our trip, and this photo shoot as well. for those who wish to hike like we did, but perhaps need a bit of assistance, here are the best walking canes on the market.

IMG_11we had so much fun taking these photos, and on our camping trip as well.

huzzah!

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8 Comments

  1. Rachel

     /  08/21/2013

    Camping really does create a style all it’s own… Camping chic!

    • exactly! you are forced to get creative with the small amount of clothing that you bring with you.

  2. Haha, I love it! Looks like it was a fun trip!

    -Becca
    Ladyface Blog

    • thanks! it was!

      p.s. there will be a video of our trip on august 28. make sure to check back!

  3. I nominate you for an Urban-Boreal Style Fusion Award, LOL!

  4. Mum

     /  08/20/2013

    Glamping. Only way to spend time in the wilderness.

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