“Your Ex-Lover Is Dead”

I am sure many of you remember the Stars’ hit. Playing it on repeat for hours on end. Humming it in the shower. Using the opening line “When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire” as your MySpace status. You remember that don’t you? Some of you even have those words tattooed somewhere.

Why was that phrase so meaningful to so many people including myself? My guess is because it refers to a common state of being: helplessness. However the above quote alludes to a state of helplessness brought upon one’s self by one’s self, a far more dark, maniacal and sadistic way of attaining it. Indeed, once we’ve tarnished everything that surrounds us, it leaves only one thing to be tarnished: ourselves.

I just re-listened to that specific line in the track and I can almost picture a pyromaniac holding up a can of gas, staring at his burning house and screaming family with a twinkle in his eye as the evil voice in his head booms out “when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire!”
Truth be told, that is only a first-degree reading, skin-deep. Sometimes the damages caused are not physical, they are psychological and although they hurt others, they are in fact meant for the initiator. A result of self-loathing.

I feel like the scum of the earth, I am so far removed, nothing seems to matter, nothing is of importance. Why do people even still care? I’ll give them reason enough no to. The process will be fun, kill THREE birds with one stone: I’ll get a kick out of watching them recoil, pass off some of my inner frustration and hatred on them AND they’ll leave me alone!

Then… “when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire”

People are so caught up in their pride that they’ll never seek to push past the aura of hopelessness that surrounds a tormented person’s actions. No, that route is far too complex. Best take things at the first-degree. Yes, skin-deep meanings are easier to cope with, really there’s no need to get messy is there?

Studs... Keep 'em Coming Christian!

Celia = Shoe fetishist in a daydream

Need for Speed

I remember the first time I laid eyes on her… time froze. She was the apex of perfection, slick, soft, light - gorgeous. It was as though she had been built for me. As I held her, I never wanted to let go. I was utterly love-struck, but I knew she could not be mine for she belonged to another. Therefore I did my very best to block her out from my mind. It was sometime early last year, when I still held my title at Sixty Canada as Assistant Buyer.

Now, it is spring once more and the warm breeze has triumphantly pushed her back into my memory. There is no repressing it this time. All I can do is gaze down at the dry asphalt as desire consumes me once more. She, the love-child of Bianchi and ACNE, is my bicycle soul-mate and I MUST have her – gushhhhh.

Together we are going to rip this city to shreds. I LOVE BIKES.

Think Big… Budget

I know talent is what really matters. A true visionary can make something out of nothing. That being said however it would be fun to make something out of something for a change. As I was tending to my weekly scouting duties for inspiring work, I couldn’t help but find myself envying photographer Tim Walker (yes I know, envy is a horrible thing and I should be ashamed, still I couldn’t help it.) The resources this man has access to seem endless. Of course it helps when such resources are on occasion covered for you by means of contracts. Again, I am aware that the real credit goes to Walker's imagination for conjuring up such extravagant scenes, yet without the bucks backing the brains how could he achieve this:

I do not want to discredit Walker, I know he is very well capable of ‘cheaper’ extravagance:

After all he was assistant to the late, yet nonetheless extraordinary, Richard Avedon.

I anticipate future funds that will bring my wildest chimeras to life. Naturally, one must acquire much experience and work extremely hard to attain the ranks of Walker and Avedon, but as I like to say... if not for the sky, what's the point in aiming at all?

View more of Tim Walker's breathtaking work at www.timwalkerphotography.com

If Tears

If tears are shed and no one is there to hear them, do they make a sound?

If a life is unvalued, is it worth living?

Pain is in the mind before it reaches the flesh, then we are crippled.

Abandonment, we meet again.

*Gasp*

Recently my dear boss Daniel told my fellow co-workers to stop informing me on great finds they “think I’d like”. He did this for my own good. However my buddy Jess really felt the need to show me these…

I suddenly felt the need to hold on to something sturdy. She’s such a good sport.

As for me... I'm a bad bad girl.

Dogs

Walking around today grossed me out more than usual. Perhaps this is because I am in reclusive mode again; perhaps it is only because it happens to be garbage day. Regardless, I am trying to enjoy the weather we’ve been having, really I am, but I can’t get past all the filth that jumps out at me everywhere I look. We are dogs.

As the Saying Goes

When the white shoes come out, the ground no longer need be… white?


Picked up these Sam Edelman flats over the weekend. So far so great!

Montreal Fashion Week Fall/Winter 2010

The ladies at LYF asked me to be their date for Montreal’s Fashion Week and take some photos for the site. I was only able to make it to yesterday’s three shows and although today is the last day, I think I’ll pass… My eyes need serious recovery. I didn’t even make it to the after party.

One thing I never realized about fashion shows up until now is just how IMPORTANT it is to have GOOD MODELS. If they don’t know how to walk or if they sport ridiculous facial expressions, your work will look like a joke.

Another thing I noticed: people will give anything a standing ovation these days.

Annie 50

The name says it all - 50’s inspired.
Love the decade; the collection however looks like something Myco Anna would have done if she decided to tone her line down a few notches, bringing it to a more conservative level. I have to remind myself we are in Quebec and people here love that stuff.

Katrin Leblond

If I had a New Yorker as my date for the night I would have blushed and simply told him that in Quebec “Fashion Week” is synonymous for “circus”.
Remember that thing I said earlier about the importance of good models? This is the kind of joke I had in mind. As for the actual collection - Myco Anna goes 'high fashion'.

There is hope…

Barilà

A couple of weeks back, the LYF ladies interviewed Sabrina Barila, so when it was time for her show, Isadora reassured me that it was going to be good – fingers crossed.

And it was! The models were great - loved the aggressive strut and attitude (not too over the top); the styling worked for the rocker look they were going for (a little reminiscent of Edward Scissorhands) and the hint of Jack White in the soundtrack fit perfectly. I was pleased, especially since in 'the pit' things were starting to get ugly. Right before the show, I got into a fight with a very rude photographer and if it wasn't for the security guards and the two thousand dollar camera hanging from my neck I wouldn't have remained as composed as I was. Taking photos with him breathing down my neck the whole time afterwards was seriously aggravating.

Side note: I want the sequined blazer.

Big thanks to Isadora and Olivia for showing me a good time - you guys are wonderful!