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Apparently 2015 is the Year of the Armpit Hair and 2014 was the Year of Pubes, so says Fashion Magazine (to be fair, they pose this as a question, rather than a proclamation, but by the end of the article, it’s clear that the question “Is ENTER YEAR the year of ENTER BODY HAIR?” has been answered, and the answer is YES!). Miley Cyrus has been posting photos of her armpit hair on Instagram, with more recent photos of her waxing it off; everyone is dying their armpit hair every colour of the rainbow (kinda want to join that bandwagon), and American Apparel added pubic hair to their mannequins for Valentine’s day. A love affair with body hair is blooming. Or is it….? While body hair is... View Article


Turning 30: Little Kid Style

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So about 1 month ago to the day, I exited my 20s and entered my 30s. I didn’t experience any of the waves of panic that other people in my life said they did upon entering this new decade. I’ve actually been really stoked to turn 30. The way I see it, all of the things that I want are still in the future – finishing my PhD, getting a job, getting married, having babies – so getting older only means that I’m getting closer to the things that I want. But there is definitely something about the 30s that evokes feelings of anxiety and dread in others. I can’t count the amount of times in the weeks leading up to my birthday that I told... View Article


Styling Party at the Kind Exchange

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About a year and a half ago, I remember walking down Bloor St in the Annex and seeing a new second-hand store: Kind Exchange. I fell in love. I’ve tried hunting for second-hand gems at Value Village, Salvation Army, or Goodwill and I usually come up empty-handed (my BFF Natalie has some sort of divine gift bestowed upon her from the thrift-store gods because that girl always wins. But apparently only one mortal human in your life gets that skill and it’s non-transferrable). When Kind Exchange basically exploded all over Toronto (beginning with 2 stores on Queen St, the KX now has 14 locations with stores in Hamilton, Burlington, and Port Credit), I was pretty happy. Here’s why: Well, the first reason was that they... View Article


When I first started to ride a bike in Toronto, I didn’t wear a helmet. I went from dropping off my first and last month’s rent for my first ever Toronto apartment and popped into a cute vintage shop on Queen West that also sold second-hand bikes. I bought one, hopped on it, and didn’t think twice about protecting my head from the super crazy drivers on Queen West. For over a year and a half, I rode without a bike helmet. The major reason, I’m embarrassed to admit, is because I didn’t want to ruin my hair. At that point, my hair was pretty short and I was still straightening it every day; wearing a bike helmet would clearly screw up all of the... View Article


Today I experienced some body policing/shaming and was verbally harassed by a stranger in the Annex (a hip downtown neighbourhood where tattoos are pretty much the norm). This is the second time in less than a month where I’ve had a stranger — and a woman at that — come up to me and comment on my tattoos. Today, I was standing outside of Harbord Fish and Chips, waiting for my friend Nicole to show up so that I could take her photos for my upcoming blog post on bike helmets and bike fashion (which I’m super pumped about, FYI). As I stood there beside my bike, an old woman approached me. At first she seemed innocent enough, commenting on how I should be careful... View Article


Well, I wasn’t planning on posting again so soon. But then I went and saw Magic Mike XXL this evening. Right now I am having so many feelings that I kind of can’t believe that I’m attempting to right a blog post right now. I feel like all I can muster is “ugh. so. good.” But I’m a verbal processor, so I’m going to try to express my love for this movie and for Jada Pinkett Smith’s character, Rome. Rome is a badass lady who is in touch with her desires, and helps other women feel okay about having desires too. Because, you know, women want things, and some of those things are sexy. But some of them are a lot more simple than that:... View Article


My Own Manifesto

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Hello new friends! Well, perhaps it’s a little presumptuous to call you friends just yet. So for now I’ll say, Hello feminists, fashion lovers, floral connoisseurs, and hopefully-soon-to-be-friends! My name is Margeaux Natalie Feldman and this is my blog about fashion, feminism, body positivity, vintage clothing, thrifting culture, and my love of all things floral and 90s. When I was brainstorming names for this blog with my friends, my non-sexual life partner (as we affectionately call one another) suggested Floral Manifesto. I feel like this name really captures the reasons I decided to create a blog: It harkens back to a long history of feminist manifestos: from Valerie Solanas’ SCUM Manifesto written in 1967 (Solanas would shoot and kill Andy Warhol a year later**) and... View Article