Archives for the month of: February, 2012


Tina Turner dream dress.

Lady Sybil’s frock from Downton Abbey.

Nothing , if not practical.
Jean Paul Gautier at Musee des beaux-arts de Montreal. -A

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Sharon Van Etten’s new record rules. Her and that guy from Beirut sing a song about anxiety. It’s called ‘We are Fine.’ Photo via pitchfork.


Via wit & delight.

Via sex dreams & denim jeans.

Via rookie.

Do whatever you want. -A


Via …anyways.


Via wit and delight.

Via fuck your noguchi coffee table.

Via believe in sound.

Via egotv.

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chickenshit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab


I bought tulips and they just keep getting taller and more beautiful every day.

My friend Sacha’s beautiful east end Toronto house. Complete with grand piano, art, piles of books and dutch pancakes for brunch!

Art Noveau bar poster.

I started a new job this week and can no longer gallivant around the town at all hours of the night on all days of the week. Sigh.


Via the image interview.



Joan Didion.

Joan Didion.

The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream.” – Joan Didion


Harvest Moon by Neil Young has become the seasonally inaccurate song of the weekend. It’s good to listen to while cuddling under blankets outside and discussing how we really should start celebrating the equinoxes. Photo via gizmodo.

I speak many languages. Via cup of jo.

Girls nights. Via wit and delight.

Which may actually look more like this…

Also… Happy Birthday to Meredith Berriman! Wish I could be there and all that shit. Love you!

Remember the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark? It was written by Alvin Schwartz and had these insanely terrifying illustrations by Stephen Gammell. Well, it is celebrating it’s 30th anniversary this year and the publishers are relaunching it with some illustrations that aren’t nearly as scary or cool, and people on the Internet are mad. I totally remember being creeped the heck out by these drawings as a kid. They are most likely better than the stories themselves. I remember one story being about a feral child raised by wolves. I don’t remember the plot line, but I have held an unhealthy fascination with feral children ever since, and that has probably been like 18 years at this point. So now that the book is out of print, and the new one has uncool drawings, old copies are going for like $100 online. I wonder if my parents still have mine somewhere.




The last one was from a story called “The Red Spot,” where a teenage girl has this big zit or boil on her face that won’t go away, and one night it pops and it’s full of spiders. Cool, right?

Images via adventuresinpoortaste. You can follow a link to see how these compare to the new illustrations.