Long overdue photographs from NYC

My friend Simona and I went to NYC for reading week (way back in Feb). We walked a lot and also got yelled at on the street, stayed with super sweetheart couch surfers, drank so many fresh juices, went to strange parties, drooled over lofts, danced at cool parties and saw a lot of art. (I had also recently lost my super fave HD Fuji Film camera of many years, these are digital too but I actually think they look a lot like film and I miss my HD.)








El Anutsui’s incredible, completely recycled pieces at the Brooklyn Museum.






Judy Chicago’s Dinner Party at the Brooklyn Museum.

Unknown/forgot to write it down at The Brooklyn Museum.


yaaaaay Brooklyn! am I in Girls yet am I in Girls yet am I in Girls yet?



Unknown artist at a Chelsea Gallery.
Unknown artist at a Chelsea Gallery.
A Jenny Morgan self portrait at some Chelsea Gallery. I died, couldn’t look away.







Hanging out all night with my friend Matt Donnelly at ‘The Studio’, where he works. (Making outfits for celebrities, props for film sets and costumes for kids birthday parties with billionaire parents, fifty pairs of child sized hobbit feet anyone?)



What I love most about NYC is that it’s like every colour and culture are stacked on top of each other, and the subway, obviously. Speed dating on the L-train, always.

Lately – All that Glitters is Everwhere

My favorite shop on Saint Laurent.________________________________________________My walk to school. Taken downtown, beside the McGill campus._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Taken in an alley way right before I took this._____________________Super cute sculptures in progress by a friend in my drawing class.
_____________________________________________I put rhinestone diamonds on every part of my arm where I have psoriasis as research for a self portrait using these on a 2D painting of myself for a sculpture project in drawing class. __________________________________________

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.