FASHION Magazine

Finding the perfect gift for a loved one can often prove to be a tedious task. In lieu of all the holiday shopping madness, we thought we’d make your life a little bit easier with our editors guide to gift giving. From the most luxurious cashmere travel scarf to a giant surrealist lipstick sculpture, we’re pretty sure we got you covered. Or at least ourselves. So sit back and savior that peppermint hot chocolate while we tell you exactly what we’ll be gifting this holiday season.

Big day over here up in Yorkville, namely at the Four Seasons for a luncheon with gossip guru George Christy. While the lunch itself had the strictest guestlist, the less rigidly-guarded opening reception turned out to be quite fruitful for celeb spotting. First, we had Jennifer Garner in the Four Seasons lobby in a grey […]

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It’s a no-brainer that ceremonies, celebrations and cocktails belong together, and there’s no better place downtown to get a little boozy than at YEW Restaurant + Bar at the Four Seasons Hotel (791 W. Georgia St., 604-689-9333, fourseasons.com/vancouver). A new Olympics-themed menu includes a meant-to-be-shared, one-pound of beef burger (plus fixings) and an Olympic Salad made with rings of grilled squid, anelli pasta, radish, leeks, and crispy shallots, all best supplemented by equally-festive cocktail concoctions.

Around the FASHION editorial office, “staycation” has become one of those faddish mongrel-words on our Avoid list—along with recessionista and celebutante. But the fact remains that sometimes on a 30-degree day you don’t find yourself at a friend’s family cottage or on a glamorous yacht for the weekend. What is one to do? Cobble together a holiday in the city, that’s what.

With this in mind, I towed an unsuspecting friend to the Four Seasons (21 Avenue Rd., 416-964-0411) pool on a recent Saturday as a birthday treat—the FS democratically offers a day pass to us non-staying plebs for a riff-raff-deterring $60. She died and went to heaven, what with the comfy loungers, cocktail menu, limitless crisp, white towels and sparkly, consistent sun (plus the gossip rags, foreign fashion mags and Sour Keys that I supplied). Double bonus friend points to me.