It’s Pessimism Charlie Brown!

I shake myself out of the dream. I find myself staring blankly at the runway, watching the show as if in slow motion — A dream-like state that keeps me from actively experiencing the world around me. Hair braided back and adorned in an oversized coat, I am stuck in an REM mindset.

Singles Anonymous.

In an environment where the word love is actively incorporated into my vocabulary, I feel as if I have lost sight of what the word actually means. I ask myself, how does love develop?

Heartbreak Warfare.

Coming back from Kingston, I walk through the city centre. Bags under my eyes and in my hands, I walk through the highly populated Dundas Square. Eight in the evening and the centre is still jam packed. Pushed through a queue and shuffled down the sidewalk, I feel as if I am a rain drop…

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…

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…

The Energy Conservation System: Project Me.

Face resting in my hands, I wiped the tears off of my face. Surrounded by a collection of paperwork, notebooks and technological devices, I fell into a breakdown. I had failed to take Kim Kardashian’ advice from Season 9 of Keeping up with the K’s, “I will cry later, but not with fresh makeup”.  I…

Facebook Friends or Faceless Avatars.

Snow falling on the cobble stone, I stand on the balcony looking out onto the city. Sipping on my morning coffee, I think of the future. Opening the Facebook app on my phone, I take a look at my 1,500 Facebook friends. Does this mean anything to me? are these people actually friends or are…

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,…