Monday, December 20, 2010

Big Shit With the Hot Bits.

I've been In Washington DC for the past three days (Chilling with my old buddy Barak, we go waaaayyy back), I'm still working on most of the photos i took, but here are few:


The Decorium in Alexandria has me feeling very festive. The coolest thing about this store is that it is part of an Art Center (which supplies local artists with a studio and area to sell their products) located in an old WWII Torpedo Factory. Ironic, eh?






Whats up White House?




 Christmas decorations in the White House, There was a hallway of unconventional wreaths.
A gay decorators dream


What do you pack for three days in DC?
...if you guessed shoes and underwear you guessed correct :)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Whiteout





They say that no two snowflakes are alike...well i beg to differ, since each one I have seen looks pretty much the same. But its a nice thought. 

While most people were cuddled up by the fire sipping on hot chocolate, I had decided the better idea would be to put on a skimpy dress, a few fantastic coats and take some photos. Leather dress is H&M (the kind of thing you look at in the store and say, "What the fuck?" Well, something weird came over me and i bought that); boots Miss Sixty; Long-coat is a steal from a boutique in Balona, Italy called Motel; Second coat is a Furry Velor creation that belongs to my friend. I believe it Saxx 5th Avenue but I'll be sure to check.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Smile, Bright Eyes...


Moving subways tend to be reoccurring image in my collection, yet in this particular photo I somehow caught the reflection of myself taking it in something reflective within or outside the subway car. It actually a little eerie if you ask me. The coat I'm wearing here is actually quite beautiful-but my friends swear it makes me look like a cross between a witch and a private investigator...


 Too much free time and too many rhinestones.



A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to experience the life of a celebrity (...well a Toronto celebrity) at The Heart of Fashion, (an anual fashion event in support of breast cancer)  with my sexy little blonde russian friend. A few too many glasses of wine later we had become "best friends" with the DJ and were strutting down the deserted runway. 
The dress is a stretch satin- Marchiano by Guess. Platform Mary Janes are Bordello. 

My favorite Cafe in Florence, I went there every morning when I visited this summer. This is why....

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Beauty is in the eye of it's beholder

A few days ago whist making my way though the crazy world of cyber space, I literally "stumbled upon" an article which really got the little (and usually unmoving) gears in my head whirling out of control. Graffiti. Commonly associated with vandalism or destruction of property.
The word itself is derived from the Latin word graffito meaning  "to write." The literal definition of Graffiti would be a mark, a title or inscription on a surface. Yet www.wordnet.princeton.edu defines graffiti as: A rude decoration inscribed on rocks or walls. 
Rude decoration...really?
From my understanding, when explorers come across an ancient cave in which the walls are collaged with charcoal drawings and stone scribbles, those are not considered rude decorations. In fact most people consider those too be "historical" and "art." Imagine that back then people had erased their art. We would have little information about their ancient culture.
Isn't that what our street artists are trying too do? Trying to maintain a memory through street art in the world we live in?
Graffiti is a form of art. Though it may not be considered art to one person, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

On top of that, what else do we use back ally ways and side streets for anyways?- other than a garbage dumps. These kinds of places can be used as open canvases to some of the most ingenius graffiti artists (not to mention our word can use a little more colour). Take graffiti alley for instance, its a little back road running parallel to Queen West were a sign is mounted reading "Artists Welcome." Graff alley-which used to be the most grundgy of side streets- is now one of Torontos most famous tourists attractions. At Graff Alley all graffiti artists are welcome to express themselves on any unpainted part of wall they can find.  Murals can be found spanding over multiple buildings promoting love, beauty, peace or rep'in some hidden message in masses of colours and graphics. e.g."Old Gus Never Rust"
But most of the time it is not graffiti artists who are found in Graff Alley, photographers, painters, writers and people who just need too add a splash of color to their day are found wandering every nook and cranny of this street side gallery.
So how can people say that graffiti is just a form of vandalism that related to hip-hop and the 1970s...
Graffiti, like all other forms of art is beautiful. It has hidden messages, many different layers and takes a skilled artist to truly pull it off.
That being said, spray painting "FUCK YOU NIGGAH" all over back alleys and walls is completely inappropriate. The same goes to the fucktard going up to someones private property or advertisement bilboards and "decorating"  it. It saddens me too think that graffiti is given a negative connotation due to some idiots trying to promote their gang symbols and oppressive beliefs through forms of art.

Art is meant to be beautiful, not full of hatred.



The skirt is vintage from flashback, a little store in Kenzinton Market. Sequin tank from Bebe, and pleather jacket from Urban Outfitters. The headband is self made. 

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

The General Direction is Up.


The dress was bought last year at Zara, it's been sitting in my closet waiting for a big night out since then...There is actually an exposed industrial zipper in the back. The sweater is my favorite fall creation this year, I bought it last February for my mother when I was in Cherie Paris; but I stole it. The boots are the beautiful child of  army combat boots and leather thigh highs. A treasure i found in the florence leather market. 
These photos are taken on what is widely known as the Hill . Its a hidden plateau above a rather steep hill in a ravine close to my school-were kids normally go to blaze or smoke cigarettes. It's beautiful and secluded. My favorite place to go when I have moment to sketch/write/think or even take time to myself while having a few well deserved smokes and a $10.00 coffee. (fucking Starbucks) Its the kind of place were your able to clear your mind and just enjoy your surroundings . My little utopia. 

Monday, December 6, 2010

Daydream


over·dose definition
Pronunciation: /ˈō-vər-ˌdōs/
- "An excessive dose" too great an amount. A lethal or toxic amount.

Aysha Kirks, otherwise known as a godess of intoxication, semantics and fanatic indulgences. Or possibly fanatic overindulgences. But lets face it; life is only what you make of it.Some choose to blend in like bricks in a wall, conforming too everyday customs and newspeak.But; I would rather be a be a vibrant sea slug in this shallow alcove of crustaceans. Whatever the fuck sea slug is....
Every day beauty pass you buy and all we manage to look without seeing, hear without listening and touch without feeling. It has become seemingly obvious that scociety has to stop daydreaming and start living.
So, take a hit. Pass it on. Sit back, become the beat of the music. And in the word of The Sound Union "Slow Ride, take it easy."

Or fuck it and OVERdose.