Reason, a Season, and a Lifetime.

I’ve wrapped myself in this emotional spiderweb, wrapped up by occurrences of the past that I have mentally repressed. Intricately designed and mirrored as a testimony to heritage, I have made myself a bed and am waiting for the incoming attack.

#___ Time Is Precious.

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…

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…

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…

Seeking refuge in the fear.

Spending my saturday evening laying in bed listening to The Pretty Reckless, I cannot help but reminisce about the events of the last few days. For the past few hours I have been toying around with the idea of fear, and how it disables us from moving forward in our lives. Everyone has their own…

Hamlet.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough wins do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date”.   Perfection.   It is honestly all I can say.   I did not think that I could possibly meet someone so…

Hour too early.

Seated upon my couch with a bottle of wine and two pizzas residing within my belly, Wiens and I are spending the night watching Sex & The City. After a long day working at work, I hoped to come home and relinquish my problems. Seated with my sister watching my favourite movie, I felt as…

The selfie generation.

Tired and restless from my night of being woken up by Pinky’s snoring, I sit and stare blankly at the black board within my Media Writing lecture. Pulling out my phone, I begin to seek entertainment through my Instagram feed. As the app begins to load, I am overwhelmed with  the amount of selfies that…