Cinderella and A Cocktail.

Joining the masses of faux fur and over priced clothing, I headed to David Peacut square to attend Toronto Fashion Week. Being surrounded by photographers attempting to capture candid shots of guests, it was quite impossible to not pose. While I have a firm love of fashion, I fail to see the allure of fashion…

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…

One by one, two by two.

During a late night conversation, I was asked what my happiest moment was. I paused and began to search through the archives of my memory. Moments had passed, and I, unfortunately, could not answer. The question, while seemingly so simple, proved to be something that was quite the task. When asked, I could immediately recall…

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…

You Are What You Eat….

The summer sun has risen over the cobble stones of Toronto’ Distillery District. Sitting on my balcony I gaze down at the people donning this seasons styles that keep up with the new found warmth. I have begun looking at life differently over the past couple of days. I will not lie, I am usually…

Fashion Week for the Fashion Weak.

Fashion week, a time where Toronto’ best dressed struts down King West. Taking over the entertainment district of Toronto, World Mastercard Fashion Week brings the fashion elite to the city, and style from the runway to the streets. The chilly bite of the Canadian Climate brings a light snowfall onto the carpet. Besides the fact…

Slave to fashion & A Servant to The Ruined.

Are we ruined?  Tarnished from the years of hatred, war and disgrace, we continue aging in a society where beauty is seen more powerful than brains.  Are we ruined, or just plain narcissists?  Sitting in my living room, I relay the events of last night in my mind. Staring out into the cobblestone filled Distillery,…

Love Insurance not included.

The swift glide of the pen over the lines as I begin to write. Today I put away the typewriter and picked up the pen; it is a real shame how dreadful my penmanship has become over the years of my sole reliance on technology. As another Valentine Day has come and gone, the search…

3 words, 6 letters.

Sitting in a packed cafeteria, I sip my Venti Americano and begin working diligently on the stacks of work in front of me. Lately there has been something that has been sticking with me and really bothering the hell out of my mind. Looking around, I see dozens of couples holding hands, or looking lovingly…

Unaccompanied labels.

When walking down the aisles of a bakery, you pass by stacks upon stacks of loaves: Multigrain, whole wheat, and white. The one common thing about these loaves, is the day labels. These multi-coloured pieces of plastic that get stuck under the microwave serve a purpose: They are used to tell the consumer what day…

Wait-Listed.

Stuck within this eternal void of you, I attempt to turn my words into poetry. Countless times have I attempted to let go, and to rid myself from the thought of you, yet my attempts have reached failure. It seems as if the further I move, the closer you become to me for your presence…