I spent the evening in a room full of creatives at the Kit and Ace: Wall Launch Event. Featuring work from artist Sara Pearson, we gathered to celebrate the local Toronto art scene. Looking at the oil painting hung eloquently on the wall, I look deeply into what she could be saying. The delicate curves…
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1950’s V. 2015 – What’s Love Got To Do With It?
Being single in the city is supposed to have its own benefits: surrounded by hundreds of attractive, entrepreneurial types, ready to jump in and fund your shoe habit. It seems that I have been under many false pretences, for television romantic comedies have done nothing but lie to me. Looking around the city, I find…
Love is a Yorkshire Terrier from Hell.
Growing up we are always told to follow our heart, but is this piece of parental advice considered correct? I have found that the heart can easily be persuaded. The human heart is a muscle, it does not think nor do they hold the ability to make change… a heart can break and can be easily shattered and puppeteered to fit certain needs.
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…
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…
Dawson’s Creek & chilled espresso.
As I looked out onto the misty skyline, I try to clear my mind…to find some sort of ‘mental solace’. The mist covers the trees and the skyscrapers that build up the city line until they are fully out of sight. The hazy fog of autumn humidity wraps around me, leaving a trail of sweat…
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…
Realm of the Undefined.
There comes a point when ‘sorry’ loses its meaning, where the power of apologizing dissipates in the pain that was caused. Sitting in Balzaks coffee roasters I enjoy a coffee with a work colleague. Bumble and I have always had an immediate attraction towards one another, maybe it was our innate extroverted personalities, but we…
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…
Waiting For Godot.
Everything is red, blood red. The deep hues illuminate the path guiding the way. Through the veil of anonymity, I see the world changing around me. I see the streets in a way I have never understood before. I see art in a light that had never shone on me, for It feels good to…
The secret of being a bore.
I am quite literally alone in the suburbs. It is seriously agonizing seeing as there’s absolutely no one to go get a drink with in the mid afternoon. Everyone seems to be either in their homeland, back at school or at their jobs. What am I doing during this time? Writing and drinking. As the…
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