Some disparate thoughts about climbing a mountain last Sunday and/or a thematic metaphor for my life at present: I climbed a mountain, taller than the last one; I came out no less scathed. Years ago ...
When my mother was twenty-one she hung up a magazine cut-out of the 1985 Gerber baby in her bathroom cabinet, because the baby was cute and healthy and, being pregnant with her first child, my mom ho...
Last Sunday we drove to Vegas for Drake’s 25th birthday. I totally checked into the hotel wearing that Selena-video outfit, whatever.
On my way back from Montreal I had to travel with six of my boss’ suitcases, which were all, every single one of them, lost by the time we landed in LA. The most stressful part of the whole thi...
photobooth set taken at Gare Centrale de Montréal, at 7am before a train to Québec City. The booth has been overhauled since I was in highschool and would take pictures here with my Dad and sister wh...
I bought myself a pretty nice camera for my birthday this year, but the reality is that the camera i have with me the most is always going to be my Blackberry. And even though I have an American job,...
Just a quick, whispery update: if you’re reading this on Google Reader (or any other lovely RSS feed client) please take a glance below to see my Mazzy Star, October rain, same-sweater-daily, a...
I love collecting castoffs and forgotten pieces to the point that I have a hard time going to estate sales without picking up every single stupid trinket because “it looks lonely” or R...
This photograph haunted me for hours, starting at 7am a couple weeks ago, when I stared and stared at it. Is this it? It this the proof? I have this. I had this, I mean. This is where the trem...
You guys, how did we let Victor Victoria (1982) be the more subversive gay / drag comedy when compared to The Birdcage (1996)? What happened in those 14 years that took us from Julie Andrews telling ...
Not sure I ever mentioned how much time I spend taking self-shots by the light of a 19$ daylight-balanced lamp from Home Depot and the 12-second built-in timer of my Olympus EP-1, but it’s quit...
And these are the cows that pay my sister’s tuition. One year my father made us bale hay, which I was allergic to, and the hives turned into welts all over my body similar to an adult chickenpo...
I made Alex’s ceviche recipe and crushed an entire bulb of garlic into it, and now my entire body smells like a shwarma, is impervious to showers, is generally disgusting, etc. Whatever, the we...
I was telling Billy how maple syrup is, like, $30 a can in the United States, and he was all, “Weird, because we pour maple syrup on snow, that’s how worthless it is to us.” Which i...
So I mean, yeah, I ate the above last night and felt super summer fresh and just wanted to take vegetable macro shots and post that shit on my tumblr, fuckyeahrawveg.tumblr.com, but let’s be ho...
Latest project, an impulse that hit me on a plane, and then again in bed early-early Sunday morning, persistent until I just woke up and did it. Named for my childhood favourite novel, sort of, which...
As a means of updating my photography portfolio while also being a hermit and refusing to meet new people, here is a series of self-portraits.
Berry picking at Tanaka Farms and Venice Beach with Nichole.
I am four. I am drawing all the planets. Jupiter is my favourite. The big spot is a hard, furious spiral of brown crayon, like a tornado seen from above. I don’t understand Jupiter. I imagine i...
Self-portrait, wild Friday night spent scanning and eating Taco Bell.
I’ve recently decided I’m okay with using Twitter again, as I always felt awkward about posting previously. I think it was just that I deleted Facebook and felt internet lonely, and I sti...
Really great series of tabloid photographs from the Los Angeles Herald Express, via LA Public Library Archives by proxy of Natasha Vargas-Cooper. I love these first ones, where the photos have been e...
Since you’ll probably want to listen to The Weeknd all weekend, best to start now: Latest tracks by The_Weeknd
If I was asked to name the most terrible part about walking into the thick glass door at a popular neighbourhood cafe, I would probably say it was the ripples of horror that tore through the place, t...
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