Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Young & The Shameless

Last week, my prestigious all-girls school in up-town Toronto  held it's annual "Arts Night." A good friend of mine in photography a year above me  decided to display a series of photos which she named "The Young and The Shameless," needless to say, with a name like that, this series was more than definitely down my alley and I helped her out  with the selection of 41 photos out of 700+; including  the display and order of the prints.
So, what exactly is the point of "The Young & The Shameless?"
Well, it's purpose was to break down an obvious communication barrier between parents and their kids.
You cannot tell me that parents are completely oblivious to a teenage lifestyle.
(i.e. Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll. Speed, Weed and Birth control...)
Yet most of our parental units would rather remain oblivious to their children actions and why it is that we do need to have a 2 am curfew and whatever the fuck it is we are doing until then.
The problem is not a teenager's lifestyle, but the messes we end up getting ourselves into when we don't have the support and communication we need from people (such as our parents) who really do know a lot more than us and can help us through the angst-ridden years of "Shamelessness."
Regardless of what rules are set down for us, rules have always been made to be broken.
Teenagers are meant to experience partying. After all, these are the only years we can legitimately get away with it.
Yet if parents are willing to turn a complete blind eye to it, then we are definitely going to get ourselves into some un-fixable mess.













Personally speaking, I have a very good relationship with my parents.
Obviously they aren't 100% happy with my alcohol and drug consumption, but, they are more then glad when I make them aware of it. I tell them I'm going to a party; that I will be smoking and drinking and that I will call them if I am way too wasted to get myself home and need a ride from them or will be staying over at someone's house. Or if my DD had decided to be a fucking dumbass and took 15 shots of Tequila and now we are stranded in the middle of fuck knows where with a car and no one sober enough to drive it.
They are not always happy with my actions. However, I personally feel a lot safer when they know what is going on.
They have also helped many of my friends out of near drug overdoses, pregnancy scares, alcohol poisoning, or even just talking to them when they are going through a rough time.
And, almost every time they do something like that, they tell me how sad it is that these kids do not have that kind of relationship with their own parents.














These series of photos struck hard with the school. Some people loved it, some people really didn't care about it. Others would rather have  not had to look at it. Some people even asked it to be taken down immediately.

"How could you let people, parents and prospective students think that these girls do these kinds of things?! ESPECIALLY OUR girls! We aren't some sort of school in the ghettos!"














Well then, how do you explain the girls being expelled for snorting blow in the bathroom a few years back? How about the girls with pregnancy scares you turn away from or expel as to not give us a bad reputation?
We aren't trying to give the school a bad reputation, that's the last thing we want. But we are trying to communicate some very important things to our teachers, administration and parents. That we are teenagers, we are only human, and shit-does-happen.










The worst thing people can do is remain oblivious to these problems. Apathy kills, man.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

summersummersummer

Clearly I need to start posting a lot more if I ever want to get anywhere with this blog.
My friend mentioned to me yesterday that she thinks I should carry around my camera every where I go so that every single moment of my life is documented.
The only problem being that my camera is fucking gigantic.

This being said, here are a few photos from a shoot I did with my friend a few weeks back.
Gorgeous coats, trying to go for a film noooooir feel.
Might have been inspired by my newest muse: Grace Kelly.




Levitation. OooooOh.. 




Sunday, May 1, 2011

Tequila Lullaby


Another cloudy day
I feel the same way raindrops do,
Content to continue a life,
Filled with displeasing truth
Another sleepless night
Makes a story, buried at the bottom of a glass
Another foggy eyed memory
Added to my tethered mast
I swam out to far,
A broken sail
This life’s too short
Now my mind has finally been topped off
With thoughts of that sort
By now I can’t wrap my mind around
The familiarity of homeport
I’ve left for good
This time for sure
I swear my mind is set
Though I can’t remember the first breath
Of this bitter cigarette
I’ve left in search of another
Cloudy minded, starless night sky
My mothers voice a distant memory
My tequila lullaby