Tuesday, November 30, 2010

morning texts.

a new study on canadian relationships found 75% of us are getting good night kisses and good morning hellos via some form of social media. kiss kiss.
source: 24hrs

Sunday, November 28, 2010

subway etiquette.

this was a long time coming. I firmly believe in not using a blog as a bitchfest but public transportation has become such an often and awful part of my daily existence I feel the need to make a few comments...
1.  do not eat on the subway. little snacks sure. I can’t eat while watching intervention/hoarders/dexter etc. and I consider the subway to be filled with real life characters of those programs.
2.  I will always give up my seat for seniors. But dear women- approximately late forties, early fifties ish just be happy you don’t look like a senior. Do not look at me with those judging eyes and think 'oh must be nice not to have grey roots,  no bags under your eyes and a tight little body'. I work just as hard as you and it is not my fault you're stuck with the walking dead twenty years later.
3. It is okay to laugh at a good nut, I’m not talking about some unfortunate case that suffers or has clearly been drinking mouth wash. But some one who puts on a good show, have a good chuckle. Recognize them as human, they are performing whatever song or prophecy for a reaction, and who couldn’t use a smile on the subway. 
4.  Guys picking up girls on the subway, don’t. That’s it, just don’t. The only thing we are thinking about on the subway is why the @#$! isn’t my boyfriend driving me, or I really need a dude with a car.
5. To the woman that hissed at me last week and moved to the opposite side of the car. WHAT!?  I was braiding my hair… gawd.
...more to come I am sure, would love your own comments and additions.

make it worth it.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


teenage dreams really do come true. a new book that is dedicated to BOOBS and it is in 3-D. money.

the concept: The temptation was to write a long piece justifying our creation of 3DD. We could have thrown in some academic analysis on the prominent role of the nude in the history of art and elaborate on the ways that 3DD advances that canon. We might have pointed out that the beautiful images of natural breasts in all shapes and sizes are a wonderful celebration of real women in all their glory. Or we could have reveled in the universal truth that looking and talking about boobs is just a lot of fun.
But that would be to complicate something that can be said in four words.
Boobs in 3-D

Friday, November 26, 2010




we don't sleep when the sun comes down, we don't waste no precious time.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

twitter: talking at each other?

I love twitter, I really do, but there is a side of twitter that is less focused on sharing, supporting and innovating and feels more like an annoying nightclub promoter. I had friend tweet this week "twitter seems slightly narcissistic do people really care what car i just test drove?" @jonweiman1. I think there needs to be an appropriate amount of personal antidotes, self promotion and supporting others for twitter to stay relevant and it's use optimal. Jeff Sweat puts it perfectly in Is Twitter Social? "Most of the activity I see on Twitter is really broadcasting. With the exception of a few dozen of our followers, we're not talking with each other. We're all talking at each other." Retweet, follow back and reply and keep twitter beautiful.


wednesday is my favorite day of the week. it is the halfway point, it only gets better from this day. in high school we used to ride our bikes to queen west to drink cheap beers. in university it was classic rock night at our favorite bar. now, I drink wine and watch modern family and cougar town (yeah, my weekly highlights got a little lamer..) but whatever, I love wednesdays!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

shots at home.

I could not be more excited for this spread in Self Service magazine's December 2010 issue! The shots via fabsugar are so vintage esque and raw, it feels like I am flipping through an old seventies family photo album. c a n not w a i t. kate moss won't stop.

I will eat you alive.

...and I don't think you care.

yeah come over.

I may not find christmas to be he most appealing of holidays but this NEVER GETS OLD.

not meant but, supposed to be.

it's always you.

"But how did he know that he didn't love her?
I never understood how it could be so black and white. I was never sure if I loved someone. I can love a lot of things about anyone. He might look back later and realize that he did love her. He might like her more than he knows. And she might realize that she never loved him at all, even if she was sure she did. How do you know, in the moment? He'll find out that this whole crisis has nothing to do with her. 
Trust me when I say that everything is always all about you."
with love katie boland and her brilliant fiction from her site. I can't get enough.

just kiss me and get it over with.

tis the season.

winter socials... new night, fresh mistletoe, a different fella.
or should that happy go lucky frolicking be left to the summer heat?
is winter a time to curl up by the fire with someone special or is your new years kiss always a fun surprise?

worry not.

something I can never figure out is worrying about the future.
the future is the only sure thing that will happen in life, so why worry about it?
whatever happens is going to happen regardless of your control.
and say it didn't, say you could control every aspect of your life, what fun would that be?

dear fifteen year old me.

I want to go back and shake the fifteen year old me.
the awkward one in the middle pictured above, at the mall on a saturday, wearing too much eye liner and a thug sweatshirt with tight jeans.
I want to tell her how pretty she is and how everything is going to be okay.
to never keep her opinions to herself, because they are all smart, challenging and unique.
I want to tell her to trust her friends because they will be there through everything and she's the luckiest girl in the world to have them.
to be nicer to her sister, she knows her better than anyone and needs her more than anyone.
to not worry about boys and all the heart aches because for every boy who breaks her heart she'll break a dozen of theirs.
to be nicer to her parents, they aren't out to get her and anything that happens after curfew is never really as cool as the kids make it sound.
I want to tell her that she is not as fat as she thinks. that fifteen year old body is something you will spend the rest of your life trying to get back.
and finally to not take everything so seriously. in the end you are so happy and it has nothing to do with how hard you worked, the parties you went to or who you dated (most of them end up losers). you are happy because of the amazing people in your life and the good things that come to you are just because of the amazing energy you put in the universe.
you still wear too much eyeliner... that hasn't changed.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

saturday secrets.

We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with an impure mind
And trouble will follow you 
As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart.
We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts. 
With our thoughts we make the world.
Speak or act with a pure mind
And happiness will follow you

Your secret from Jean-Sebastien Monzani on Vimeo.


we are madly in love.
we never get out of bed...
except to have adventures and star gaze.
words flow from our hearts
and matters of the mind are not important.
in fantasyland.

Friday, November 19, 2010

picture perfect in the reflection.

there is probably nothing nicer than a boy wanting to take your picture.


I have been so off the grid with moving and working, I apologize for not keeping up posts. Internet is now hooked up in the new place and there are no excuses. besides my deteriorating health conditions which are forcing me to tgif with tea under my duvet tonight.
new inspiration is alive and well and I am excited for what it will bring.