(not my) Bedhed.

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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 – Mini, Medium & Mega Cities. Mhmmm.

Mini – I went home for the holidays. ‘Home’ is Regina Saskatchewan and the holidays were mostly giggle pile ups and lots of brunching after passing out in my winter jacket.

I did a performance with Fada Dance at the annual Xmas party as an innocent reindeer sacrificed by the three Christmas spirits to a pack of white wolves. I wore shoes on my hands and pranced, then the wolves came and devoured me (I had tinsel stuffed in my shirt as mock blood). I’ve joked with some friends that I really related to my character, ha! I’ve been dancing with Fada since I was 15 and have really missed the studio and the community since moving, so I loved that they asked me to be a part of the show.

Other highlights over the holidays include many blue (lipstick) new years eve kisses, and getting hit by a car while riding drunk in a shopping cart at 3am (because this is what we do for fun in cities without after hours parties, be warned).

Also! I got instagram! so that is major! add me. @moodynightshade
mostly I take pictures like this:

Medium – Montreal makes my heart swell!

Since the first night I got back to the city after Xmas I’ve felt like it is home to me. It’s like in first semester I was gathering all of these pieces and now they really feel like they’re coming together. Cheesy cliche I know but true, I love the community there!

In the past month I’ve made 3 films for school! Which was a huge learning curve because I’ve never done any video work before, and navigating the editing programs is like a hella brain ache. I have cried in the computer labs like at least 5 times. Sometimes due to life shit making me bawl-y emotional, sometimes cause I’d had to re-load all of my video files into the same project over 6 times and then it took 2 hours to render, just in time for my class critique and then it saved incorrectly and everything was lost all over again. whyy.

So I went to my critique crying with nothing to show. Thankfully my profs let me present the following week and gave me chocolate to cheer up. Harry Potter anyone?

This also means that I used a canon for the first time. Love at first focus!

Some friends from class and I got drunk with our profs. That was so art school sitcom I can’t even write about it here, but I will tell you that we inhaled all of the poutines.

Also, I’m taking a performance art class this semester! Which is exciting but so far has mostly just meant that on Tuesday mornings I watch videos of people mutilating their bodies and doing things naked for 4 hours. (I’m only sort of kidding)

*Side note/detour: Also, I’ve been especially depressed lately. And I’m only including this in my list of ‘Lately’ things because people keep asking me if I’m sad and it seems like they’re hoping I’ll say that I’m not. But I am, and I have been, and maybe I always will be in many ways, and I think that’s okay! Sadness happens, as does happiness, as do many tangled emotions, all the time, everyday. One of my major (many) pet peeves with our culture is this idea that everyones supposed to be happy all of the time, and as if you can’t feel various emotions simultaneously. My depression exists in a constant state of flux, and it’s really important to me to acknowledge this so I can continue to get better at dealing with it. I have a history of childhood trauma, everyday regular life is traumatizing, these things aren’t going anywhere, so why ignore them any more or less than the rad stuff?*

Mega – Right now I’m in New York!
A super dreamy cafe in Brooklyn called the ‘Tea Lounge’ to be exact.
(it’s reading/anti student suicides week woooooooooo!)

My friend Simona and I caught the bus last Friday morning and we’re here till this Monday morning. I didn’t sleep on the Thursday night before we left. I also couldn’t wash the classic make out smeared, bright red lipstick off my face, so I went through the super dystopian US customs looking like a whore. Such a mess, Ha!

NY is so endless! like woah I can’t even grasp it. We’ve been staying with the loveliest couch surfers, mostly exploring as many areas as possible and gallery hopping by day, party perusing by night. Almost everyone is vegetarian and graffiti is king.

Today I went to the Brooklyn Museum, this is me and Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party:

I’ll post more about the projects I’ve been working on & this trip soon! I ❤ NYC Mhmmm

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.