A Bannana Knows it's a Bannana.

Summer time in the wondrously colorful, brilliant, hot and smoggy city of Toronto.
Life is looking pretty good. Parents were off to China for two weeks. I managed to shit disturb the living fuck out of almost everything around me, and get a nice tan.
Last night at around two in the morning after a long and excruciatingly painfully awkward family reunion and to much to drink, a weird thought crept into my strange little mind about my oh-so-interesting life which lead me to wake my jet-lagged father up in a rather panicky state.
(Life lesson for my dad: drinking whiskey doubles all night with your six brothers DOES in fact lead to a deep sleep which sounds like the crazy hybrid baby of a lion with a smokers cough and vacuum cleaner on steroids.)
In his groggy state, I began to ramble on about how I was going to apply to college or university next year and "Oh, FUCK Dad, I can't possibly decide what I want to go into right now, I'm sixteen and I can barley make up a decision about what I want to eat for dinner, let alone manage monetary issues and personal hygine!"
I mean, actually, in my state of mind I was bawling and on the brink of a nervous break down.  
As I continued to ramble on to my half-drunk and half-asleep father, I began to talk about how I didn't know what I wanted because,
"DAD. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!"

My Fathers reply to his daughters inebriated meltdown?

A banana is a banana, it doesn't go out and off into this big wide world on an adventure only to find out it is a banana. The banana knows its a goddamn banana.

As much as this is not your typical father-daughter feel good bonding moment, this little tidbit of consolidation was really quite comforting.
Yes, he did compare me to a banana if you look at it literally. But what he is actually saying is really brilliant. 

You are who you are. Stop complaining because you don't know what you want to do with your life. You don't need some defining moment where clouds part and the hand of God, Buddah, Mohamed, Jesus or Russel Brand comes out and claims that LOW AND BEHOLD you are meant to do this with that because you are the "Chosen one."
We don't need to go on some life changing journey to Rome, India and Bali to finally realize that everything you need in life is good food, spirituality and love.
All you need to do is be aware of yourself and you'll be all good.

After all, A banana is a banana.

 

On a side note, I'm obsessed with both of these. I will own them even if it means selling my family. 

Taste The Rainbow

A while ago I was watching TV and was suddenly hit with a terrible case of the munchos. Especially because I had just seen the new skittles commercial and it could have been the closest thing to an acid trip I had ever had. Well, kind of (but seriously, to whoever makes those commercials...WTF?) Needless to say I was seriously craving skittles and booked it to the nearest convince store where I purchases a jumbo pack of skittles. And, yes, in case you were wondering I did in fact finish the entire package in one sitting.
Before I did, I looked into the package at all the colorful pieces of pure sugar and at that instant came across a new muse. Rainbows.

Taste the Rainbow.

Slides Up Around the Belly Face Down on the Matress

Photography Summative Assignment.
"WISH YOU WERE HERE."

Remedy for a long day of exams?
A warm evening on the grass chain smoking with your best friend.

I should really be studying physics, (G=6.67x10^-11) I found lately that the best way to get work done is to put myself in an environment which is non distracting.
Unfortunately for me I guess that means I shouldn't be doing anymore work beside my pool.

White Crochet Bikini- Antonello Serio

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.