OFW and a weekend that made my head spin

I`ve been sleepless and wild for days. Its Tuesday and just now do I have time to finally post about my weekend at Ottawa Fashion Week and the Arc Hotel. I worked all weekend, but luckily for me my job was to hang out with artist-types in hotel rooms drinking vodka, taking pictures and talking about the finer things.

OFW. I saw, I mingled, I drank, I interviewed and I am pretty sure I posed for some after-party photos that will one day bite me in the ass. Oh well. What are are weekends for but to roll around hotel beds wearing heels?

Ottawa antique Market dress, Aunt Olive's biker jacket, zara bag, spring boots, DIY accessories

My girl Erica from Erica on Fashion strutting her stuff for one of the many designers at OFW.
Amber from Biased Cut and her friend Sarah
 I've got to honest, I tend to be a wee bit skeptical  of fashion events in the capital and I am yet to wowed ( but don't mind my snobbery).... I do however support any and all local initiatives. I know that any fashion-related event in Ottawa is easily shrugged off as superficial, meaningless and laughable, and this I completely disagree with. There is something bubbling in Ottawa lately that I feel has been a long time coming. It seems like people are tired of mindlessly complaining about what is wrong with the culture in Ottawa and finally doing something about it. 
So, I say unless YOU have designed an entire collection or unless YOU have organized a well-executed, large-sclae event like OFW, then you can shut your trap.

I had the absolute pleasure of interviewing the designer Adrian Wu and will be publishing that article soon. He received a lot of fanfare for his avant-garde, experimental collection and after speaking to him, it is entirely well-deserved. Not only is he maniacally creative, but the man is intelligent, humble and knows what he eff he is taking about. He is fully aware of why he is involved in fashion and views it as a true artist does.
More to come soon on Adrian ! But now its time for party photos.






photographer Dan Ziemkiewicz and I caught in moment while partying it up at the arc

erotique

Oh yes. The erotic issue of Guerilla magazine is finally out! And it is one provocative page after another. Are you still one of those people who believes Ottawa is the city without an orgasm? That this is the city with no finish, no spunk, no balls, no.....I could keep making these lame puns all night long....
so instead, read for yourself who and what is making this place pulse. And, here's a link to my article on the city's most risque artists....check it.....if you're in to that sort of thing. Remember, its just art, its cool. Nothing to be scared of. 
x

Naughty Naughty
Myself with photographers CC Trubiak and Dan Ziemkiewicz

The Penis Project photographers Dan and Audrey promoting their new..ummm...subject matter
The Ring Leader


mood





pierre malphettes




all image sources unknown 

smoking weed and making money

mink pink skirt, katherine barclay leather & suede jacket, gap tshirt, nine west boots


Nah. I'm not really into smoking the stuff myself, but I've always wanted to deal drugs. Particularly cannabis.

While some people dream of becoming corporate execs or smooth-talking reps, I had sweet smoky dreams of riding around the city on a vintage Schwinn distributing illegal products through a sham that I was just another virtuous cyclist, working on my quads and my tan.

I had everything planned. The Biking Baroness of Bud. That's what they'd call me. I would play the role of honey-dipped hippie. My manner would be cool, collected but underlined with the don't-mess-with-me-cause-I'll-fuck-shit-up attitude that all successful dealers must posses.
 My uniform would consist of pigtails, too-short shorts from the seventies and high-top Chucks. Blowing bubbles with my gum and whistling dixie.

I envisioned rolling into a neighborhood and ring-a-linging my bike bell like the ice cream man announcing his presence. All the kids and suburban moms would come running.out and I would do drive-by business. Who the heck isn't going to trust a freckled girl on a bike with Lolita shades and a sincere smile?

I figured this was a sure-fire summer gig. My revenue would be greater than my overhead costs. The only foreseeable threats would be a high-speed chase and a potential slap-on-the-wrist...nothing I couldn't handle. 
Also, I already HAD a getaway plan and my line of work was environmentally responsible. 
Selling green while being green.
Who's gonna stop me? 

But alas, some dreams die hard. I have no current plans to fulfill this career aspiration anytime soon. Having a  'legit' job doesn't really afford me with time to wheel and deal (....that and, I'm sure my boss reads this blog, so I don't think he would be too thrilled to see me pedaling around his 'hood in cotton-candy pink shorts and a backpack full of trouble).
If the writing thing doesn't work out, I suppose I can always chalk this up as plan B. 

twenty untranslatable words

1. Toska Russian – Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia,  love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.” 


2. Mamihlapinatapei Yagan (indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego) – “the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start” 


3. Jayus Indonesian – “A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh” 


4. Iktsuarpok Inuit – “To go outside to check if anyone is coming.” 


5. Litost Czech – Milan Kundera, author of The Unbearable Lightness of Being, remarked that “As for the meaning of this word, I have looked in vain in other languages for an equivalent, though I find it difficult to imagine how anyone can understand the human soul without it.” The closest definition is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery. 


6. Kyoikumama Japanese – “A mother who relentlessly pushes her children toward academic achievement” 


7. Tartle Scottish – The act of hestitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name. 


8. Ilunga Tshiluba (Southwest Congo) – A word famous for its untranslatability, most professional translators pinpoint it as the stature of a person “who is ready to forgive and forget any first abuse, tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the third offense.” 


9. Prozvonit Czech – This word means to call a mobile phone and let it ring once so that the other person will call back, saving the first caller money. In Spanish, the phrase for this is “Dar un toque,” or, “To give a touch.” 


10. Cafuné Brazilian Portuguese – “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.” 


11. Schadenfreude German – Quite famous for its meaning that somehow other languages neglected to recognize, this refers to the feeling of pleasure derived by seeing another’s misfortune. I guess “America’s Funniest Moments of Schadenfreude” just didn’t have the same ring to it.

12. Torschlusspanik German – Translated literally, this word means “gate-closing panic,” but its contextual meaning refers to “the fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.” 


13. Wabi-Sabi Japanese – Much has been written on this Japanese concept, but in a sentence, one might be able to understand it as “a way of living that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.” (Altalang.com) 


14. Dépaysement French – The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country. 


15. Tingo Pascuense (Easter Island) – Hopefully this isn’t a word you’d need often: “the act of taking objects one desires from the house of a friend by gradually borrowing all of them.” 


16. Hyggelig Danish – Its “literal” translation into English gives connotations of a warm, friendly, cozy demeanor, but it’s unlikely that these words truly capture the essence of ahyggelig; it’s likely something that must be experienced to be known. I think of good friends, cold beer, and a warm fire. 


17. L’appel du vide French – “The call of the void” is this French expression’s literal translation, but more significantly it’s used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places. 


18. Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them. 


19. Duende Spanish – While originally used to describe a mythical, spritelike entity that possesses humans and creates the feeling of awe of one’s surroundings in nature, its meaning has transitioned into referring to “the mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.” There’s actually a nightclub in the town of La Linea de la Concepcion, where I teach, named after this word. 


20. Saudade Portuguese – One of the most beautiful of all words, translatable or not, this word “refers to the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.” Fado music, a type of mournful singing, relates to saudade


*Note: I didn't research these words. I found the list somewhere, sometime ago and saved it. Wish I could credit the person responsible for it, but no can do. It is pretty rad though, no?

revenge of the nerds

vintage slip, glasses, accessories, club monaco skirt, diesel boots
That's right. You better watch yo'self, cause when this nerd gets her nose out of the book, there's going to be trouble.

some girls wander by mistake

ph random tumblr
...but not me. I drift intentionally.
Hi again blogging world. After a prolonged absence, I am fully charged and ready to get back into the swing of things. 

ph Dan Z

ph Brian Goldschmeid




No Man's Land - Dan Ziemkiewicz


This weekend brought me a sequence of sleepless, wild days, swirling on vodka and wine.

Thursday- (yes, my weekend started thursday) Blackbook's Genies party at the Arc hotel, spent the night stumbling in and out of elevators wearing  an over-sized tshirt and an armful of bangles, met some fellow ottawa fashion bloggers, and got silly with my boys.
Friday-Birthday. No Man's Land at le petite mort. Good lighting. Avant Garde and Ribombante. A bunch of people I  love smooshed into a booth at Mercury Lounge. 
Saturday-Flipping through books on vintage style. Self-taught guitar. Got almost half-way through the Godfather pt 2.
Sunday-Phantom of Paradise. Hardware store. Turning nuts and bolts into beautiful pieces that will rule my style for spring.
x

wallflower


found via marianne maric

room service


POP magazine

rent girl


Riddle me this, bitches. What do you do when life and balance and right and wrong gets turned around, ass-backwards and you are left sucking in the dust it leaves behind? Buy yourself flowers? Play spin the bottle alone in front of the mirror? Drink some tea...or something that looks like tea, but smells like brandy? I don't know either. March plight strikes again.


On a whole other note, you should read this book. Its called Rent Girl by Michelle Tea and its all about lesbians and prostitutes and drugs and other feel-good topics. But every page is drawn so beautifully that every vag-threatening moment becomes rather endearing. Read it. x