the future

This is all just a series of interactions and reactions. And sometimes the avoidance of them. It's almost romantic that the greatest moments were not always necessarily when you were happy, but when you felt the potential of happiness.

heart-shaped bruises

My photography skills have been questonable lately. So have my general "being normal" skills--especially those needed for walking and stuff. 
This post is named after a fancy little bruise my ass earned after I tripped down the steps at the Whalesbone over the weekend. Oh yes, my clumsiness has been a whipping good time ;)
These quick snaps pretty much sum up the fun parts of recent times....excluding the graceful plumett of course.

The part of life not pictured here is fragmnted pieces of my disorganized self.
Life in boxes. Check. Boatload of work. Check. Project deadlines advancing quickly. Check. Lack of substantial sleep. Double check. Normally, I'm fairly good at holding things together, but alas, it's about time I smashed my life up and figure out what to do with the pieces.


It’s utterly poetic the way we side-step around the things we’re desperately trying to hold onto, isn’t it?

this village is yours and mine


tumblr, humble her


The always rad and incredibly stylish girls running the show at Models International Management invited me to their envy-inducing office last week to hang out. After bonding over a collective unhealthy bridgehead habit, and discussing the idea of good-digital-friend-vibes and how one does, or does not, possess these vibes, we chatted about all the upcoming projects the girls are working on. A peak inside their studio and the scoop  on what to expect from MIM will be posted soon! x

fallen #9

Rupert Tapper for Fallen Magazine

pitch perfect

images via satorialist, jakandjil, other
Recent inspiration--the "french tuck," delicate jewellry, regular clothes becoming super-hero-esque with the right gust of wind, racer backs. 

día de los muertos

|photography: remi theriault| assistant: david mccraig| models: jennilee murray and joe marques| 
|MUA: ashley lebrun| styling: me|

These images from a shoot I did way back in August just landed in my inbox and suit the mood of the day perfectly so I thought I'd post a few of my favorites. 
It was a great shoot with a great team. We spent most of the day in a cement lot outside an abandoned big-top-looking flea market. Afterwards we headed to a church on sparks street while we worked under a setting sun so red it resembled mercury.  

happy halloween


camera obscura

1. See this sweater. It's from Nixxi.  I'll be wearing it a lot over the next month. It's the main attraction of an experiment I'm doing in collaboration with Ef magazine launching the first week of November. Stay tuned.
2. The right light. It's more important to me than any cosmetic I've ever owned. In fact, every year on my birthday, when asked what I want, the answer is always "good lighting."
As of late, I've also become really interested in industrial-like furniture and lamps. I'm hoping to start on a few projects--like this lamp-- that will (hopefully) keep me busy once the temperature drops and my instinct for hibernating kicks in,   
3. Two sides of the light on nepean street.
4. I've been wearing a lot of oversized white-ish wool sweaters as messy dresses, in-a-pinch jackets and in ways to make not-so-functional-outfits a dash more sensible.
5. I hate to judge a book by its cover, but overtly metrosexual men make it hard not to. This picture was taken at trio while teasing boys.
6. Last minute riffling
7. Shine on 
8. Another perfect sky
9. Photo by Joost Van Den Broek. I first saw it in part of the world photo expo in the summer and it's been stamped in my mind. I can't figure out if its the mona lisa smile, the crop of the image or the damn uniform, but I have become slightly obsessed with it.         


img via knightcat

michaela knizova


a room with a view

Life moves with horrendous speed. Sometimes it’s best to figure out where you're going so you know what to watch for as moments whiz by. By sticking to some plan, you might have a better shot at recovering slivers of memories. Whether they are real or imagined. You can at least retrace your steps and try to recall all the things you've done, or that have been done to you, that got you to where you are now.

I wish I could say that I’ve got a plan. But over the last week I’ve traded my plans for the unknown. My boyfriend and I parted ways after seven years of the most unusual, intense, meaningful, tragic and perfect relationship I've ever had. From the second I saw him, I was drawn to him. I kid you not, it was love at first sight. I remember walking over to him like a warrior princess going into battle. He was mine and no one would get in the way.  We were each other’s black magic and together our lives became electric. I remember the first thing I ever wrote him, I said I would eviscerated myself and present him my internal organs so he knew he had everything I could possibly give him. Dramatic? Just a touch. But I meant every word of it.

We started this crazy little adventure by taking a risk and we are parting ways by taking another one. Uncertainty scares the shit out of me, but if there is one thing you should know, I love a good scare. If my life is a horror movie, seeing that I’m not a voluptuous blonde, I’m sure that I’ll be one of the survivors.

I’ve been getting down to the sounds of Mayer Hawthorne and singing an ode to my divorce. Like a lady spider, I weave a web that makes it difficult to let go of anyone or anything all that easily. I’m not one to look back, but when you leave someone behind who was your world, it’s impossible not to. But I’ve made up my mind to make a new start and I’m excited about everything that could be, even with a slightly tainted heart. Its hard to say what we regret more, what we do or don’t do. I chose my side.

I guess sometimes you have to burn the house down to keep the dreams alive. So, I’m packing up my life and moving across town to a place with a new view, where I’ll wrap my wild dreams in a torched dress and walk them around town. I'm the girl that smells like a fire. Maybe I'll see you around.

permanent vacation

Its that time again. The time when my vain ears think you will love the same music as they do. Are they right or what?

Far from being on vacation, (but desperately, desperately wanting one), I can at least pretend to be elsewhere when this music is playing. Enjoy lovers. 

knit wit

My obsession with finding the whitest, softest knits led me to the king cobra scarf by textile designer Nanna van Blaaderen. I love the absolute ridiculous size of woven wool and the clean, rumpled aesthetic of her knits. Every piece looks perfectly hand-crafted and slightly psych ward.