jessica barthel































Jessica Barthel is a photographer I was introduced to about a year ago while running my old project, The Dinner Jacket magazine. She submitted an edgy, technocolor-dream editorial for Kansas based designer Peggy Noland;  and once I saw these images, I was hooked onto her photography.

Born in Germany and now based out of Buenos Aires, Barthel has a way of capturing stark moments in a soft and delicate way with her lens. Incorporating fashion, playful seduction and a bit of irony , Barthel's images strike a beautiful balance of modern and feminine aesthetic.  I highly recommend checking her work out!


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05.11.10-07.11.10





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weekend.

friday. art crawl. SPAO 5th anniversary open house. Factory Arts Party at Irving Greenburg Theatre. Shannon Armishaw pretty portraits. freezing cold. vintage hats. layers of lace slips.secrets told in a plush booth inside a dark pub. throwing money at compliments. 

saturday. road trip. new camera. scenic routes. Montebello. Tremblant. dramatic clouds. wine. hotel bed. 

sunday. grey on grey. styrofoam cups of coffee. grinder. diner breakfast. gerald trottier faces and figures. loving the new ways.

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longing for a road trip


I need some time to escape before winter freezes everything over and all romantic notions of abandon and escape is shield over by ice and sleet and snow.







I feel like roaming the streets of a strange city, getting lost in corridors and alleys while looking for the scenic route.

I want to see old buildings for the first time.

 I want to depend on strangers for my navigation.

I am fantasizing about sitting in a dark bar, with a hard bourbon, dreaming outloud. 
I want to listen to local bands that are foreign to me and yell at the moon, "this is the best damn night of my life!" 
I want to light my cigarettes on fire with the useless map that  I ignite. I want to feel lost; swallowed by a city, then digested, churning in the stomach and traveling through the intestines. I want to be swirling around in the bowels of someplace new and pretending that thats where I belong.










Anyone have a car with a full tank of gas?

situationist international

geek boutique jacket, silence and noise shirt, zara pants, borrowed scarf, vintage shoes and belt








I'm struggling to create full-structured sentences today, so don't mind me. Instead here is a very digestible, straight-to-the-punch update:
back to business, discovered the deliciousness of LemonGrass on Elgin for the first time, excursions over to the dark-side (gatineau) for research purposes, gift bags from TIAF (merci mon amour), F-stop and aperture basics courtesy of  Miss Ralph, second-hand smoke 


OFW


Another fashion week has come and gone. More or less I had a great time this weekend viewing what Ottawa has to offer the Canadian fashion scene and canoodling with the style-setters in the city.

OFW Media Party with Tony Martins


Jes Lacasse and Katie Bonnar
(Photos by Ming Wu)

 Grace Yeboah and friends

 musique

pretending not to be completely uncomfortable infront of the step and repeat 
(photo by John Smith)


 Julianne Robicheau


Artist Pierre Huot, NGC's special events coordinator Sylvie Tremblay and Tony Martins

Marcia B and company



Photographer Jonathan Lorange and the holder of the lens, Tony Martins 



Enjoying the show. Maintaining a healthy buzz.
The crowd

And for those of you interested in reading my review of the show can check out the article published in Guerilla Magazine's g-gallery

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