Boxes and bags, and unclaimed clutter litters the floor of our small Distillery apartment. Blinded by the new morning sun, I step out of bed to get ready for this difficult day ahead of me. Looking around, I am surrounded by my life folded neatly into over a dozen boxes. One year has passed since…
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The Cave.
It is a sullen day. Forsaking the exhausted sun, I walk into the wood. Lilac blooms, birds chirp, and the last rays of sunlight weakly bid the trees farewell. Finding a shaded nook I sit down by a flowing brook and open a book to read. As the hours pass, the scent of the blooming…
The perfect storm.
The first hand written post in my new leather bound journal. This journal was given to me (ironically) by my vegetarian boyfriend. I must issue a firm thank you to Americano as this notebook is entirely made out of a dead cow….every vegetarians dream. The smell of lilac billows through my bedroom as the sound…
A tiny violin begins playing in the background.
Another birthday, another rainy day. As the grey clouds fill the overcast sky I sit down on the couch. Staring out onto the rain covered cobble stones I bury my head into my hands and close my eyes. Today happens to be my birthday. While birthdays are usually days of great fun and excitement, the…
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…
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…
The Good, The Bad, and The Slutty.
After a week of fashion shows and an underwhelming award show, I head back to my homeland of Narnia for an Easter weekend with the family. Spending the evening watching Project Runway with Americano, I sit back relax and enjoy the big dinner ahead of me. Flakes of snow fall to the ground on this…
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,…
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