one size.. another kind of double composition

i have to say, i think curves are making a comeback. im not talking about 50s-style curves necessarily.. but i think the malnourished look is moving into the background of fashion. it all started for me when kate moss gained a couple pounds, then lara stone became carine's chosen one, then i felt the trend of marie antoinette-esque pastries entering, and now the freja look that i was once indifferent to seems kinda passé to me..

i now get a neurotic feeling from that look, and a more pretty-chic when theres an extra few pounds. its not really a luxurious existence when you are depriving yourself of everything... its actually when i am my most miserable. perhaps this shift has to do with my fascination with individual style, and how people wear things

differently based on their bodies and their personal aura. i have lately stopped fretting about weight and been thinking more about enjoying my youth; wrinkle free skin and healthy hair, for example. this may also have to do with my increasing disinterest .. well i'll just quote my friend mosha, "for spring, i am feeling pretty again. take that, balmania."

these images were sent to me by her a while back. this editorial is for v magazine and was shot by terry richardson. both models are wearing sample sizes. i dont prefer one model over the other.. thats interesting, isnt it?

beauty is always and inevitably a double composition

ok so i do have a new years resolution, now that its nearly february. learn how to play up my features with makeup à la brigitte bardot.. i mean lara stone.. without looking too makeupy. aka in search of good eye/lip liner.

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title: charles baudelaire

répétition

"too much of a good thing can be wonderful" mae west

marnie, nadege patisserie, jak&jil

une pause ou un problème?

im keeping with the bed theme. this is what my mornings in toronto look like.. coffee and vogue.

i love how whenever i go to toronto, it is as if school does not exist. i am only half serious about the "love" part. well, i went back for five days and somehow managed to speak in a conference, spend some time at the spa, get my hair done, watch the raptors beat the lakers (for real), visit with a lot of family and friends,

eat almost every meal in local-gem-type restaurants and cafes, and somehow managed to watch two brigitte bardot movies, read two vogues, and one toulouse-lautrec biography.. just a sprinkling of shopping. so ive learned, the key is to think you cant do anything, and then you will do everything.

au lit

after writing my rather melancholie entry from the other day (about hiding in my bed), i started to think about beds. actually i have been thinking about them since last semester when my friend and i were discussing the social implications of a bed (she was researching a painting depicting a matress)...for example...

how we take beds for granted. when we considering poverty, what constitutes a bed? a couch, a sleeping bag, a shelter? are these acceptable beds?

i was also thinking a lot about how intimate a bed is.. intimate in the sense of privacy. why do some tend to be embarassed when their bed is unmade? there is something so human about our natural need to sleep, and its as if our bed is where we really let our guard down physically and mentally.

but instead of rambling anymore of my random questions, i will refer you to artist sophie calle, who my friend leah is researching. i have become quite interested in her work through leah, and on the note of beds, she did one piece called the sleepers in which she invited 24 people to inhabit her bed for 8 days. she photographed them every hour. one of many performances that have intrigued me, look her up!

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image reblogged from veronicahhh

give me the luxuries of life

this week: either everything will fall into place or i am dropping out of grad school.

not actually.. i will probably just be over it officially. when it gets like this, i think of simpler times.

for example, just before christmas i made an appointment at the holts dior counter in toronto. its no secret at this point that dior skin products and makeup are my vice in life..

anyway the woman who helped me travelled to dior counters around canada to do this, and was absolutely lovely. we talked about art while we played with the products. then the watercolour artist who was there for the day provided me with this handpainted shopping bag to hold my purchases. the end.

lost at sea

sigh.. sometimes those days come along. the ones that make you want to hide in the safety of your bed forevermore. but life is interesting.. those days end and life keeps going.. issues resolve, disappear, or become irrelevant.

until then, im hiding in my bed.

maya villiger

i really enjoyed this series of photographs from jak&jil.. these are my top three. i like the contrast of detailed shots and the silhouette. i always like a well-cut wide leg, an a-line coat, and a cityscape.

un dialogue

L: il est bavard

M: vraiment bavard

L: lol! excuses-moi mademoiselle

M: hah je t'excuse
L: tu es trop forte pour moi
M: forte signifie quoi dans cette phrase?
L: brilliante

new shoes, new camera, new year

i fell hard for these marni sandals last summer. seeing as i chose to purchase my plane ticket to paris instead of these beauties, i had consoled myself with the fact that i would never own them. imagine my joy when i found them at last call in toronto in my size.. fate? i think so.

can we live in this campaign, please

ah memories. when chloe released this ad campaign in spring 2007 i was positively enamoured with the photography, clothing, poses, and general play with colour and contrast. the terry richardson-esque style of exposure hadnt become common yet and these ads jumped off the pages of my magazine.

the great thing is, its still so interesting to me. here you have a group of fashion-forward girls, who arent over-editorialized, and work together very well visually while they seem very separate mentally, which their clothes emphasize. im going to stop there and let you go in your own direction with it. i encourage you to click and get lost in the images.

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title quote from steph circa spring 07. i doubt she remembers saying it but it stuck with me because it was perfectly put.

alexander calder

alexander calder: the paris years 1926-33 was exhibited at the pompidou centre in paris this summer. i wanted to see it while i was there, but seeing as there was a 3 hour wait to get in, and no wait to see kandinsky, we opted for the latter. you can imagine my excitement when i arrived in toronto for the holidays and learned that the same exhibit was at the art gallery of ontario. victoria and i (and marnie) eagerly pushed through the masses of king tut fans to find a very dynamic yet concise presentation of calders work. his acute abilities with caricature through the medium of wire is striking.

the focal point seemed to be calders mini circus, made between 1926 and 1931 by the artist. it was performed internationally for decades, and drew much attention to the artist (especially in paris) and lead him to develop life-changing friendships with artists like mondrian, miró and man ray.

nineties child

what do you think naomi kate and christi are doing? at first they look like they are in the audience of a fashion show, but they appear to be in lingerie. this scene is amazing and intriguing.

via knightcat

i can barely concieve of a beauty in which there is no melancholy

i love how these black on black looks play with texture so intricately.. it gives the clothes such a rich appearance. the pieces from the top outfit are a dream, separately and together.

title thought: baudelaire

so this is the new year

as much as i try, i can never think of new years eve as anything other than a normal day. that being said, it always seems appropriate to think back at the year. 2009 was a busy/amazing one for me.. travelled through a few cities, made some career decisions, strengthened friendships, and, of course, delved into a lot of fashion and art. 2010 should be interesting... i have no idea what im going to do! happy new year everyone xox