Storyboot Project

For the month of October, Victoire displayed the Manitobah Mukluks 

Storyboot Project--a collection of artist-made mukluks and moccasins. 

Designed in partnership with Aboriginal elders and artisans across Canada, the  

Storyboot Project helps Aboriginal communities achieve self-sufficiency by ensuring the sustainability of 

traditional Aboriginal arts. The initiative offers a 50/50 profit sharing agreement with the artisans – 

providing a true partnership in the business of promoting their designs abroad. Each Storyboot is 

handmade using traditional methods & materials that have been passed down from generation to 

generation, often taking artisans days to finish a single pair. The partnership with Victoire was the first of its kind for Manitobah Mukluks. And, if you ask me, a very fitting collaboration between two mindful companies.

I was given a pair of the moccasins to play around with and snap a few pictures of. It was hard not to fall madly in love with how beautiful they are, as well as simultaneously gush with appreciation for the craft, detail, materials and manner in which they're made and sold.

sabbatical

this'll do

I'm not going to tell you what I've been up to, I'll just let you draw your own conclusions based on these images--all of which I love and kinda sum up life these days. I know the writing has been moderate lately but I'm so enamored with all things off-line that my beloved blog has been shuffled down my list of priorities. Regular scheduled blogging and all other digital self-indulgent practices will resume soon enough. Thank you for checking in consistently regardless of the lack of updates. Love y'all. 

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images via http://thethinkingtank.tumblr.com/  http://dumdumgrrrl.tumblr.com/ and comme de garcon installation

throw back

Slightly obsessed with the photographer Lina Scheynius these days. 

don't stop.don't change.stay beautiful.

You create your own reality. You chose how you feel about the outside world, other people.. you’re even free to chose how you feel about yourself--although, we often forget that. 

You don’t have to be down today, you don’t have to be regretful of the past, you don't have to be the version of yourself that others like and you can't stand. Don't stop. Don't change. Stay beautiful. Sometimes, happiness is much simpler than we make it out to be.

images from inspiration folder

pink

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.  

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michaela knizova

Michaela Knizova

letters for lost lovers

 I just rediscovered these images I had saved on my computer a few years ago, 

They are of from an exhibition called Letter to Clair by photographer Patrick Swirc. 

For more than two months Patrick Swirc wrote a letter in the form of a diary by taking a photo everyday for Claire, the loved one who had left him. He made no secret of his hope that she would come back. This letter 

\was intended for her, and she received it.

My dearest Claire,

In this letter you will find all my grief, poured out each day into a picture.

I photograph myself. I am saving what no longer exists.

I want you for eternity.

Patrick

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everything is illuminated

photos by faith allen 

frances bean

Its not often you remember the first time you heard a band or a song, but I clearly remember the first time I heard Nirvana. I was 7 or 8. It was summer. I was in my aunt's basement, feeling bored and mischevious.

I  listlessly starting flicking through her CD collection  when I saw the azure-blue cover with a naked baby swimming towards a bill. I remember staring at it for so long trying to figure out WTF was happenig and why anyone would want to take a picture of a naked baby floating towards money.

As strange as the picture made me feel, I remember slipping the CD into the player and pressing play.

I didn't understand any of the song titles and I thought the music was just plain weird and loud. 

I eventually grew to love grunge music and even spent a few years with a rumpled plaid shirt tied around my waist, brooding over the loss of Kurt Cobain and in a weird state of awe/hate over Courtney Love.

But say what you will about the king and queen of grungeville-they sure do make cool-looking offspring, as you can see by these images of their daughter, Frances Bean, shot by Hedi Slimane. 

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