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I dreamt of New York City last night.

A recurring problem in my young adult life is that I am rarely satisfied with the city in which I am living. This statement may lead you to presume that I have lived in many places; I haven’t. But I am ready to, and not just on a whim caused dissatisfaction.

Since making the decision to move on a month or so ago, my dreams have been full of voyages and travels. So at least my subconscious is on board. And my boyfriend. We are going to make the token Canadian pilgrimage to Australia to live on a beach, talk to people with accents and carry all our belongings around in backpacks. The plan is to suffer out the rest of the winter season in Toronto working two jobs apiece so we can hop on a plane in June or July. From there, who knows.

Who wants to watch my cat?

By far the most hilarious Christmas present I got this year was a book called Coloring for Grown-Ups from my little sister.  Illustrators Ryan Hunter and Taige Jensen portray the low-points of adulthood in the style of children’s colouring book, complete with mazes, fill-in-the-blanks and word searches. But instead of searching for animal sounds, Hunter and Jensen ask you to search for important key words for pretending you know a lot about beer and to maneuver through a maze to escape a toxic relationship.

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I have been meaning to buy some crayons so that I can colour in the fun, but that was three weeks ago and apparently I am too much of a cheap, jaded adult to go through with it. More images are available on the book’s website.

Swedish photographer Sannah Kvist created a series of photographs depicting Swedish twenty-somethings surrounded by a sculpture of all of their possessions. Kvist was inspired by these young people who constitute the first generation since the Great Depression destined to be worse off financially than their parents.



After moving five times in the past two years, I can certainly relate to the keeping of few possessions, although probably not as few as these folks. The series has been read as Gen Y’s rejection of consumerism, but Kvist’s own remarks don’t necessarily reflect that:

I remember myself when I lived in Stockholm, how I before moving to a new flat minimized my stuff more and more. I came to Stockholm to a truck and went away with an IKEA-bag. What was left was what I thought was most important. It that defines me most as a person.


The series is called “All I Own.”
via grist

I am travelling for the next few weeks and was in desperate need of a new camera bag, preferably one that doesn’t look like a waterproof winter jacket my dad would wear. I scowered some vintage stores and camera stores and couldn’t find anything that was both functional and visually appealing, so I decided to build my own.

I bought a cute long-strapped bag that I knew would fit my digital SLR camera, hacked the shit out of my old camera bag with a pair of scissors, removing the most well-fitting pieces of padding I could, and hot glued them inside the bag. Voila!



It’s light and feels pretty protected. I like that it holds my camera together in one piece (my old bag did not and it was really frustrating to keep removing the lens). Let’s go to Costa Rica now. Here’s hoping that I don’t drop it in the ocean or something.