A Story in Three Parts

A human oxymoron, fighting for what I believe in through a shielded gaze and a misconstrued ideology – The epitome of a millennial lifestyle.

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…

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…

WWCD – The shepherd follows the herd

Stepping out onto the snow covered streets of Toronto; I attempt to navigate my way down the wet and icy sidewalk without falling. With my brogues acting as skis opposed to shoes, I trek down the slippery slope of Yonge Street on my way home. The year is now 2015. Looking around me at the…

Out.

Christmas Eve. One bottle of wine, and four episodes of Sex and the City, my mother and I lay on the couch until the wee hours of the morning. I have never been fond of Christmas. With the corporate consumerism and the ridiculous amounts of money spent on gifts, the whole thing seems utterly preposterous….

Morning Wood & Red Wine.

Sleepy eyes and red wine soaked dreams, I wake up and see the early morning sunshine beam through my blinds. Sitting up in my bed I stretch out my aching feet and attempt to regain consciousness. Walking over to the brightly lit window, I open the curtains and I see the blanket of a freshly…

Bound2

Boundaries are fences that hold us back as individuals. We all create boundaries, for without them there would be no sense of ownership or privacy. What happens if we break a boundary, or how do we actually know if we are overstepping and on the shaky path to crossing the border line between safety. I…

Tabula Rasa & Rambling.

Throughout our lives, it always seems like we are being continuously watched. We are watched by parents when we are children, we Re watched over by superiors at work, and we are continuously surveillanced as customers in a store. There is never really a time where we are fully independent. I understand the sense of…

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…