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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.

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.

I’m not sure why I didn’t hear about this in September during the festival, but Toronto’s Merril Nisker aka Peaches directed a documentary about herself (an auto-documentary?) that debuted at TIFF in September. Realistically, I don’t pay much attention to TIFF, which is probably why I didn’t hear about it, but I do think Peaches rules. The documentary — Peaches Does Herself — has been called a transsexual rock opera and I can’t say that I have ever seen one of those before. Also, apparently she used to be roommates with Leslie Feist. Cool.

I’ve paid for too many degrees,
posited too many historical positions,
made too many semiotic apologetics,
forwarded far too many feminist responses
to too many textual materialities

to have an ass this big.



Poem by Sonnet L’Abbé
Sourced from Helen Guri’s story for Hazlit on women dressing not to be noticed.

Ally sent me this TEDxTeen video earlier this week, but I didn’t watch it until today. Stupid me. In it, 15-year-old teeny blogger Tavi Gevinson tells us to be Stevie Nicks (as well as some other solid, inspiring female-oriented things). Girl started a fashion blog in 2008, then fashion magazine Rookie Mag in 2011. Talk about ambition.

And smarts:

“When in actuality, women are complicated. Women are multifaceted. Not because women are crazy, but because people are crazy, and women happen to be people.”

There are seven minutes more of that here:

Is it OK that I’m nearing 30 and still feel like I’m “figuring it out?” In the spirit of this TEDxTeen Talk, I’ll say yes.

Also, let’s remember that Girls premieres tomorrow. Good things are coming. It is known.


Movements giving me hope for the future include the increasingly vocal fashionable lives of older women and men, mostly via Advanced Style.

Advanced Style

Advanced Style captures the sartorial choices of the elderly. A relative of mine, who turned 70 last week, commented that seniors turn into burdens for their children, and then we (the children) have to take care of their ageing selves. It was a little much for birthday introspection.

Ilona Royce Smithkin, on the other hand, is no burden. The 90-year-old artist/teacher, who fashions fake eyelashes out of her own orange hair, simply wants two items in her brandless outfit to match, and then she can “get away with all kinds of things.” Yes, please.

This all inevitably circles me back to NYC photographer Bill Cunningham. The doc on his life, Bill Cunningham New York, is everything you want it to be, and the talented, humble yet stubborn Cunningham is a fascinating character. His former Carnegie Hall neighbour and fellow photographer, Editta Sherman, should be a card-carrying member of the Advanced Style movement.

“The point is that fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life.” Thanks, Bill.

– h

Mary Katrantzou at London Fashion Week. Fall 2012 collection via