Lately – Fall is for the ultimate.

Fall is the ultimate neo goth season, and is best spent tripping on giggles down Parc Ave with a friend who’s yelling, “You’re a witch, aren’t you!” and then doing a reenactment of your body up in flames at the stake, and through his own laughter he confirms that you know how lucky you are to have been born in this century.

Fall is for gangs of fur coats. And alley way mosh dance parties illuminated by soaked street lights and sparklers that are resilient to flames and flash lights for cameras. And friends with green eyebrows, WTF!? All she said was, “I know, I’m a bitch.”

Fall is for, this was all still just as funny in the morning.

Fall is for, “I’m in this mood like it’s still Halloween so I can do whatever I want.”

Fall is for wearing your demons on your sleeve. Or watching your demons dance between the wooden tables of a poetry and projections showcase and deciding to put on someone else’s demons on for a try. Fall is for the vulnerable, and the embracing.

Embracing the haunt, and loving it.

Fall is for the symphony of public transit.
(and that includes the visual, it’s a multi-sensory symphony.)

Fall is for the root chakra.

Fall is for trying to be a good student, and feeling like you’re terrible at it, but then realizing that you don’t have to do it like anyone/everyone else, and that you can make it up your own way, just like everything else in life, and wondering why this wasn’t more obvious.

Fall is for, up all night at the studio, and reading your poetry out loud in a new city for an audience for the first time, and for winning the prize in your drawing class for being the first person to have a sketch book that’s literally rotting, because you’ve collected probably a hundred leaves and stupidly used white glue which has made them rotting leaves.

Fall is for, real life time lapses, ADHD, illusion-ary doorways, hoarding fashion magazines and dreaming of color draped in all of the furs.

Fall is for, thinking that I haven’t been writing enough, but don’t I always feel this way?

Fall is for, copy and pasting 30+ feminism quotes whilst having a crush on 3000+ guys.

Fall is for, scarves make for optimal flirting.

Fall is for stumbling (maybe literally) upon art parties that are directly related to the projects you’ve just started the research for. Fall is for parties count as productivity. Fall is for people who love endless dancing.

Fall is for all of the ultimate second guessing.

Fall is for I have brunched in my leopard print coat for three weekends in a row.

Fall is for this blog post is scattered.

These next few pictures were taken at Theatre Saint Catherines during the ‘No!’ Haunted House. One of them is pretty X rated, so be warned, and just know that it’s only a dildo.

Fall is for clowning around.
The man on the far right looks strikingly like my grandpa (we called him Pop) right mom!?

This homemade Homer Simpson costume is by the same actor who made his own fake skin mask to look like his mouth had been sewn shut for the haunted house. I really regret not getting a picture of that, but I know that there are some floating around somewhere.

I’ve been making so many new friends! This is Paulli, I’m invited to his 50th birthday party. (he’s such a blast! best 7am dance partier)

Fall is for I haven’t slept in 3 days but now I’m going to sleep for a whole one straight.

Fall is for home decorating and IKEA road trips that feel like a 7 hour trip of different kind.

Fall is for making this Holobody music video, starting in my (circa Saskatchewan, yay!) friend (and one half of the loveliest sibling band) Luke’s apartment, and migrating through various Mile End alley ways, fire escapes and strangers rooftops, the abandoned graffiti warehouse, champagne at Nouveau Palais, endless hilarity at the strip club Exotica (my first strip club! also my first strip club head injury, HA!), and then what led to this:

Fall is for seeing hearts everywhere (seriously see one every 5 minutes) after a drunken dance party of pasting heart shaped post it notes all over a new friends (this) apartment.

And sticking your hands up the nostrils of a horse face mask while you dance and alternate between hands up his nose + coating hearts all over your pants (tights).

And waking up covered in paper hearts.

The video is for a soon to be released song, you can see/hear the trailer here. Except that the whole thing wont just be of my hair, probably.

Fall is for breaking, entering and sneaking around abandoned courtyards, fire escapes, rooftops and various warehouses like every other day. Fall is for climbing fences and no party ending before 5am. Fall is for every color looks better against a grey lit sky.

Basically, fall is for the ultimate.

Lately – Montreal photo-overload on account of this city is endless with grunge beauties. PT 3.

Post haunted house on Saturday: singing Shakespeare in the street, arriving at the IT party while the cops were breaking it up, watching trains (right in front of your face/on the other side of the fence), unnecessarily drinking PBR’s out of to go coffee mugs (public drinking is barely enforced anyway), crashing Halloween (the week long celebration) loft parties based on the lights you can see while passing by warehouses, finding a series of vagina drawings (it was fate!), and making new friends to eat 5am bagels with = ideal evening. 

6am bored at a weird party bathroom photo shoot.

(post haunted house acting) (hiding from frat boys) (plotting my escape)

(This week I was in a theatrical-improv theatre-fetish-haunted house called ‘NO!’ at Theatre Saint Catherine. Each of the nights, after parties and ongoing to all morning parties included, were probably the most fun I’ve had since moving to Montreal.

There were really intense bondage tables, topless girls digging blood out of pumpkins, wind up tap dancing dolls who get slaughtered, a drag couple doing a scene I didn’t see with whipped cream and dildos, various insane clowns, a magician with his mouth sewn shut, a girl staple gun-ing her own thighs, ect. I developed the character of a psychopathic ghost clown teenager who mentally manipulated patrons, sobbed hysterically, mimicked her suicide by self strangulation, taunted and strangled her girly clown sister, stalked groups moving through the house by using secret passages to be constantly appearing in every room, trying to touch their faces from behind a curtain and spent the whole time staring at them like an haunted & possessed but curious virgin. ahaha. so so fun. Everyone was so freaky and beautiful and wonderful and hilarious and loves to dance till all hours. Halloween is just the all time best time of year. I’ll post more photo’s soon.)

Lately – initiation, orientation and (emotional) heavy lifting.

I have been in Montreal now for almost exactly a week, and I haven’t taken as many photos as I may have otherwise wanted to because I’ve been so busy…

stealing internet, eating bagels at 5am, flirting at plateau parties, drinking wine while walking, carrying a double mattress through the neighborhood, trying to understand humidity, buying jewelry off a blanket, finding an apartment, getting lost, getting a sense of direction, running into everyone, ogling the party crowds outside my new bedroom window, trying to remember everyones names and what kind of art they make, falling down in doorways, stalking new friends on the internet, grocery shopping at 6am, craving empanadas, buying all the floral housewares, learning the metro, painting my nails and crying at my new haunt cafe (our apt doesn’t have wifi yet), climbing fire escapes, clinging to coffees, talking on the phone with delivery men, talking on the phone with missed friends, loving this city’s sense of humor and garbage day shopping (seriously unreal), ect. School starts tomorrow and I’ve never been to university before so I’m totally freaked! Super excited but also shaky nervous, stomach achy nervous, insomnia-y nervous! I went to orientation last week and it went pretty well, made a couple of friends and figured some basics out but it’s still this completely unknown open void right now. So crazy! fun! scary!