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…
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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…
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…
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…
Broken Telephones & Presumptuous Lies.
“Men have forgotten this truth:, said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” — Antoine de Saint- Exupery As the tears fall down my cheek the echoes of the past whisper in my ear. Trying to wipe the falling tears from my face, I turn…
It Takes Two to Tango & A Mothers Advice.
Seated onboard a moving vessel, I listen to the sound of the train moving along the rails. Looking out onto the greenery I see the beauty in the suburban culture around me. I cannot fathom the fact that I have actually been pretty happy staying in the suburbs. Thinking back to last summer and how…
Phantom Limb & The Historic Buildings.
When I am sad or in a beat up mood, I always find myself in search of a good romantic comedy. I think it is the concept of focussing on someone else’s problems other than your own. As the sun is quickly replaced by storm clouds, the rain begins to fall down my bedroom window…
How To Find Your Balls (Literally & Figuratively).
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”. After an unncessecful day of apartment hunting with Americano, we walked back to my apartment to put on a film. Picking the adaptation of my favourite novel “The Great Gatsby”, we at down to watch the tragedy unfold. Looking at 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…
The Fast & The Furious (and out of gas).
Wednesday evening at 11pm, does anyone want to take a guess at what was I doing? Anyone…take a guess. Let’s think about this, was I at the grand opening of a hip new art gallery in midtown? No. Did I make an appearance at a popular club in the village? or did I drink sangria…
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…
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