Monday, November 23, 2009

Head in the clouds

If it's on it's on for good

'Coz when it's gone it's gone for good

Let me tell you...

And if you stayed over

You know we would, if we could

Put it back together,

We could be…fine.

Put it back, piece by piece

If you stayed over I'd make it so sweet

I'd make you remember, baby

From your head to your feet

lyrics by Simon Green of Bonobo

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Musing over muses

  1. A guiding spirit.
  2. A source of inspiration.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Feelings whoa, whoa

Birthdays. BBQs. Openings. Anniversaries...There's always somethin'.
September, please be kind. Summer isn't over quite yet. xx

Monday, August 31, 2009

Raquel. Red lips. Leather. Bum shots.
Aesthetically puuurfect. Zero critique from this critic.

Raquel Zimmermann for Vogue Paris. August 2008. Shot by Mario Testino.

"the It", "the I" and "the Over-I"

Something I secretly told myself I would do in 2009 is to try my very best at surrounding myself with positivity. Positive energy circulates. People pick up on other's energies so quickly it blows my mind. An amazing moment I have had has been looking around at my company of the moment, and just marvelling at the admiration and love I hold for my friends. Yep, good energies only. So far it is working *pat on back*

I have spent a lot of time with women this past summer. All kinds of beauties. It wasn't intentional in the beginning, spending all these bonding, heart-to-heart moments with women. But reflecting on it now, it seems rather fitting. For what I am seeking out to learn about myself and the "type" of woman I want to grow into, it only seems appropriate.

So I went to bed with the word "ego" dancing in my head, looming like the giant letters of the alphabet in Sesame Street.

As women, okay, okay! a girl trying to be a woman in my case....we try to pick men apart *sigh* and figure out why they are the way they are and why they act(out) the way they do. Towards us. Being in a circle of females who generally don't seem to take shit from men (where avoidable of course :) it can be rather difficult for me to decipher what is really behind these bold statements we make in order to protect our pride and reasoning.

"but I know it's just my ego" *shrug* has become a common phrase within discussion, when on the topic of men. I can't help but let it feel more like a "taking responsibility" statement for feeling the way you feel and expressing it aloud, rather than the smart self-reflection it is meant to be. As silly or even *ahem* crazy as we believe ourselves to be sometimes, it is okay to feel and not necessarily equate those feelings with self-serving ego.

Is it really about "I, myself". I suppose it is. I understand the reality behind it, having been told that it would be wise to follow this way of thinking.
The dancing around letters of E -G and O have helped to conclude that I am not quite a believer. (Yet) I don't want it to be about ego. It can be about you. You and me.

Spreading the L-O-V-E.

Image: Les robes de Paul Poiret by Paul Iribe, 1908

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bragging Rights

My cousin Sean had recently been commissioned to design t-shirts for indie-folk band Fleet Foxes. To be sold throughout their summer tour of '09, the group had first noticed Sean's profile of drawings on a music forum they frequent.

Drawing is in Sean's blood. So is his love of music. It was only a matter of time.
And yes, it really is that simple.

No one holds a candle to singer Robin Pecknold in Sean's eyes.
Call it what you want. Bromance. Man-Crush. The love is pure.
His greatest wish is even to grow a beard.
(Sorry, but it isn't gonna happen for you):

Check the final image:

these were the color palettes chosen by the band as options for the shirts. they were kind enough to keep Sean involved along the way.

After that magical August night...

me: was it?? was it ALL you imagined it would be??

: SO amazing!!
Robin said there were three reasons why this concert is special
number one we're in massey hall
number two dungen just played an amazing set
and 3, we have t-shirts downstairs by a toronto native artist named Sean Lewis.

me: he said that to you backstage!?

sean: no, on stage! everyone clapped for me!!! it was incredible!

You know, no big deal.

Missing his moment at Massey Hall pangs my heart, just-a lil'.
Next one cuz. xx

Monday, August 24, 2009

Eye to Eye. Lens to Face.

There is always an energy in the air.
All of the players hope for the same end result. Their visions translated.
A perfect shot, or possibly two.
Sure, "fashion photographers" seem to be a dime a dozen in this town.
Sure, some of them are personable and "cute".
And maybe, just maybe, I won't have to guess their sexual orientation.
But clearly passionate, personable, and cute?
The added rush of actually working with this rare breed, is quite foreplay.
Eye to eye. Lens to face.
Smile for the camera Justin!

Label Whore

Made up of Shawna Robinson and partner Natalie Sydoruk, clothing line Label is without a doubt within the top tier of Toronto's design talents.

From what I can gather, the two are girly girls at heart. Creating pieces that are both comfortable and environmentally friendly, the Autumn/Winter 2009/2010 collection allows the fashion-savvy wearer to make the outfit they create their own, with individual and personal style. Flirty. Cheeky. With a hint of sexy.

Late in the spring season, above a bar on Ossington. An "oooh" fell from my lips as I slipped each item onto my skin. But my favorite? Easily the soft silk jersey pant in a rich purple. And to my absolute delight I present the 'Sarah Evening Pant'.

P.S. --- R.I.P. my oh-so-cheap Century 21 boots. 'shit kickers' or not, you got me through some footwear binds.

-- Rewind --

A new blog. A new "format". Without looking too far back, I would like to bookmark the beginning with a distant feeling.

Seasons change, mad things rearrange

April 28, 2009 · Leave a Comment

A backlog of thoughts, it’s hard to figure where to start.
Monday evening in the park surprised me with its effect. Old friends and strangers alike, we relished in the same familiar feelings.
But the season has turned in more ways then one. This is where I will begin. But man, am I ever rusty.