Pictured above: Rachel, Scott, Lucia, Jennifer, Peter, Alanah, Sierra, Sophia, Mugaya, and Devonte.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Outgoing and Incoming
Here is a collage of some of my favourite things and people in 2015.
And here are my resolutions for 2016:
- Start a 'peaks and valleys' practice for each day.
- Practice yoga more consistently.
- Learn to be more patient. Continue to learning kindness.
- Continue my creative endeavours.
- Travel.
- Surround myself with The Good People.
- Save more.
- Minimize my life.
- Meet people. Be honest with them.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Street Style 1
Images taken from Jess and downtown Toronto streets
I think fashion saved me. I think art continues to save me today.
I still have some of the first fashion magazines I've ever brought. I think the very first one was the May 2009 copy of Vogue. Quickly though, I became addicted to Nylon Magazine and checked fashion blogs religiously. Fashion but more specifically, personal style became my religion. I watched runway videos from top designers, but it was street style and blogger's personal styles that interested me the most. It's also not that these styles were the same as my own, but it was reading someone based on their clothes and how they held themselves together. Style can be everything.
Fast forward to today, I no longer have ambitions to become a fashion designer but living in Toronto, I'm surrounded by so many unique (and uniform) styles that it's hard not to still love personal styling. I maintain that fashion saved me. Fashion was my gateway to so many different arts, photography and colour or monochromatic schemes. It's everything.
I still have some of the first fashion magazines I've ever brought. I think the very first one was the May 2009 copy of Vogue. Quickly though, I became addicted to Nylon Magazine and checked fashion blogs religiously. Fashion but more specifically, personal style became my religion. I watched runway videos from top designers, but it was street style and blogger's personal styles that interested me the most. It's also not that these styles were the same as my own, but it was reading someone based on their clothes and how they held themselves together. Style can be everything.
Fast forward to today, I no longer have ambitions to become a fashion designer but living in Toronto, I'm surrounded by so many unique (and uniform) styles that it's hard not to still love personal styling. I maintain that fashion saved me. Fashion was my gateway to so many different arts, photography and colour or monochromatic schemes. It's everything.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
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