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. 

Lately – Things I’ve been doing.

I’ve been writing in parks, writing in every cafe along Saint Laurent, writing in the metro, writing on the floor at parties and writing scattered throughout all of my sketch/notebooks. (But! I never feel like I’ve been writing enough.) le sigh*

I’ve been walking a ton, loving all graffiti and taking self portraits in alley ways and metro station photo booths and mirrors. I’ve been going to a lot of parties, dance parties, after parties, house parties, house shows, regular shows, poetry readings, and ‘gatherings’ but usually forget to take pictures because every thing’s so fun, crazy, overwhelming, fast paced and all consuming. I’ve seen a lot of incredible apartments, lofts, bars, grungy studios, art studios, classrooms, super old and/or abandoned warehouses and graffiti-ed bathrooms.

I’ve been making art projects that require math! gasp, I know.  I’ve spent a considerable amount of time in the welding studio. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time holding an electric sander. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time awake before noon. I’ve had probably a thousand cups of coffee and soy lattes.I’ve climbed onto more rooftops in Montreal than I ever had before in my whole life. I’ve had a lot of deppaneur wine while walking down the street. I’ve woken up cuddling with a five foot long plastic battle axe. I’ve run into people much more often than I ever thought I would. I’ve run into everyone I know who’s visiting Montreal (even if only for a day) serendipitously on Saint Laurent. I’ve walked home down Parc hungover in the sun already too many times to count (I should really make a ‘morning after’ soundtrack). I’ve thought that I was walking home down Parc hungover and gone in the wrong direction only to run into a friend who was going to a party/show so I went there with him instead. I’ve Pop-ed so hard. I’ve talked about blow jobs a lot in class. I’ve bought a taxidermy sparkly fox face.

I’ve brunch’ed like it’s my job. I’ve drawn more still life than ever (and it hasn’t even been that much). I’ve even drawn a landscape, gasp* (spoiler alert, it’s pretty abstract).

I’ve cried a lot, been up all night and morning on skype, gotten lost everywhere, clogged the toilet at one of my favorite cafes, been unable to stop shaking during a group critique, and felt hugely socially anxious pretty much every day.

I’ve I’ve I’ve fried my brain with bagels, social stimulation, and wine so hard last night (not the first time) and so cannot write any sentences that don’t start with ‘I’ve’.

I’ve been putting together this blog for a studio class, so check it out if you want to see even more photographs, self portraits and things I’ve been working on.

I’ve been drooling over the beauty of this city all of the time, constantly, everyday.

Lately – Mapping and Magnums

I’m taking this class called ARTX 280, which is a studio class open to the exploration and use of basically any and all materials and mediums, (we’re doing video and sound work later in the year). Today we toured the wood, welding and ‘prototype’ workshop-studios. The facilities here are amazing! And, in the most incredible, very tall building that’s almost entirely windows. *small-city girl swoon. (!!!!)

Our first project is on mapping/maps, and we have to keep a sketchbook to record/map out our days, in whatever way we choose to interpret that concept. Since I’m already doing a sketch/journal book for another class, I decided to do most of my work for this one as a blog page. I’m using a lot of digital photographs and I find it easier to type than write in length by hand anyways, although I’m still using an accompanying sketchbook for scribbled ideas, old metro passes and drawings.

So! Many of the photographs that I would normally post here (mostly of wanderings around the city, beautiful graffiti walls, spatially relevant self portraits, ect.) are instead on this other page, so check it out! Although, here is one picture I didn’t include:*Right before leaving home I made (in about two minutes) my sister her 18th birthday present (only …6 months late) which was 5 magnum condoms glued to a canvas painted entirely with india ink. And it’s kind of one of my favorite things I’ve ever made, ever. My roommate even told me quite honestly that he thought it was one of my best works. Ha! #masterpiece – I wonder if I could make my living glueing condoms to canvases?

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!