Art of the French “Whine”.

The crisp bite of autumn causes commuters to throw on a topcoat and head out into the chilly city. I find that fall has a very distinct smell; I’m not quite sure if it is the fact that everything is dying, but the season seems to fill me with life.   The click of my…

Vino Dreams.

Head leaned against the window, I watch the rain drip down the window pane. Driving by moving people and an urban landscape, I stare out at the city before me.  Through each drop of rain, subtle nuances of the past drip down the pane. Looking up from my comfortable position, I notice that the UBER…

Becoming Elle Woods.

Sitting in a room of politics and social justice students, I begin to feel like Elle Woods in a room full of Jane Goodall’s.  Stepping into a foreign building on campus, I look as if I am a first-year student lost in the masses. With the heel of my loafer clicking on the linoleum, I…

Bullshit.

It hit me, and It hit me like a ton of bricks… like a steel beam to the head, like an opportune epiphany that allowed me to open my eyes and to find the inspiration I needed. It all hit me…

How To Find Your Balls (Literally & Figuratively).

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”.  After an unncessecful day of apartment hunting with Americano, we walked back to my apartment to put on a film. Picking the adaptation of my favourite novel “The Great Gatsby”, we at down to watch the tragedy unfold. Looking at the…

Short Lessons on a Rainy Day.

Do you need support or just a shoulder to cry on?   While the two seem very similar, they are in fact very different. Support can be seen as an undistilled dose of reality. Reality thrown at you from all angles which will allow you to see through the facade. The opposite (being a shoulder…

What would Sun Tzu think of Gossip Girl?

The warm breeze of the creek cascades over the night. As Americano and I take a long walk down to the Old Mill, we stop to take in the crisp air that feeds our thirst for summer.  While walking late at night, one usually begins discussing current events…and by current events I am not referring…

Finding my inner Cara Delevigne.

Navigate salon, industrial revolutionized surroundings complete with the most talented hair designers in Toronto. I have always loved working with my hair…I have been blonde, brunette, red, white silver…this list goes on. When asked if I was willing to model for the salon, I jumped at the opportunity. As all of you probably know, I…

Clarity Is Found Beside YSL.

Surrounded by discount clothing, the one thing that cannot be discounted was how I felt. Left feeling confused by my summer F*&k it list, I resigned from two positions and went on my way to “happiness”. Was happiness really what I received? For the only thing that has been fully received was a major dent…

An open forum and black yarn.

This is the last line I will do tonight, I say as I finish purling the last loop of the scarf I’m knitting. I feel as if I aged about 90 years old as I sit on my bed knitting by the light of 3 large candles. I live an exciting life. I lay in…

In a box of ignorance.

What is a princess, what is a bride? What is a peasant, what is royalty? I am left here thinking about the fences put up between society and gender. It seems as if we are all categorized into certain boxes. We are expected to live in these boxes without question. It is not until we…

Lesson One: Don’t be a dick.

Before I start my usual writing, I am going to make a social commentary about the idiocy of the younger generation. Watching the news, I find myself laughing hysterically at the shenanigans that the youth of today have gotten themselves into. The newest fad to find its way into the school yard is the act…