How to Survive a Bear Attack

STEP ONE: grab the dog, a machete and run like hell.

I'm back from the woods and I still have all my limbs. It was on our last night, around the camp fire, when we heard loud crackles in the bush then the growls and grunts of... black bears! Yikes. I've had my fair share of bear encounters (recalling near death on Black Tusk mountain when a friend left trail mix in our tent only to have a hungry bear smelling us for midnight snacks). But this time they were ready to eat us for reals. One look at Mick, and those bears could see him as a cocktail sausage. Luckily Adrian is a big guy and was able to scare the shit out of them. Although I'm not convinced that the wielding machete was what worked. After a week in the woods we were bonafied lumberjacks. And relaxed beyond belief.

I brought my camera with me and took a few shots to share. The week was all about reading great books. I just got the new Sartorialist paperback and flipped through it's portraits. Lovely. And it was also about listening to new tunes like Daisy, Kitty and Lewis. Love them! Plus let's not forget eating anything and everything that can be barbecued. Now I'm ready to take on Fashion Week. I've got mad skills for fending off wild bears so watch out. High kicks!