fred perry shoot

yay! these are great and haven't even been touched up yet.













photos: rachel drake

that checkered skirt was impossible to jump in.

thanks shedoesthecity for the good times!

all about the girl who came to stay

we went to a 6.30 show at sonic boom (used/new record/cd store) (downstairs) yesterday, the raveonettes, it was wickedly boring for me, i made a video of all the white people standing still even at the last jammiest song when you'd think people would cut loose a tad, no way not on bloor street no way! fil and matt were at the front the whole time and i milled around in the back and read an entire graphic novel and took pictures of record sleeves. i got a latte from starbuck's even i was that bored and then almost fell down the stairs in front of everyone on my way back down, my right boot heel hooked onto the top stairs oh man i woulda left immediately and 40-odd hipsters would have been like A GIRL FELL DOWN THE STAIRS JUST BEFORE THE RAVONETTES SET BEST SHOW EVER.





i could not see one thing that was going on during the show cos they were sitting down and there was a hipster mob all around them, initially i was up by fil but felt really claustrophobic and annoyed by everyone's pre-show silence and fake spectacles.

as i walked around pretending to study vinyl and 45s i thought what is wrong with me why do i totally not enjoy this shit how could i humour it before, i guess it's a depression thing, never happy never sad just medium and the only way i can jazz it up is by drinking i guess.

emilio thinks fil has a full-blown music show addiction, or signs of it, to which we attempted to psycho-analyze last nite at green room, drunk.

toronto needs a new thing, for me.





steve of lavender diamond (<3) just emailed me out of the blue, he says the funniest thing is that bands now actually make me sleepy
the louder, the sleepier; heavy metal and I'm out like a light, sometimes standing on my feet and me too i say. i get tired of having to find an inner sanctum within myself not to upset the herd, standing really still and looking like you aren't enjoying yourself takes a grand effort. if i could just lie down and draw during a show that would be nice. i think i've over-saturated myself with bands that aren't very good or memorable and it's spoiled the pot for the time being, for acts i actually enjoy.






oh i bought a new necklace.

peep my drawers

and my ass tan line! diggit! badonka much?



and now for the serious.








grease monster hair day was yesterday.







when cid's pupils are dilated the similarity is uncanny, uncanny!



then i put on my headband and we went out to get wings!




fil is paranoid that cid will fall asleep with his head over the ledge of this teeny basket and cut off the blood flow to his head, passing out and dying, so as precaution cid's love partner is placed in the basket when we go out, yes this is all true.

the next post will be better i swear.

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while, I Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.

me at 19, incredibly baked from the blunt that was rolled on halloween but was lost in one of the many pockets of my army costume, found a month later then we walked from little italy to roncesvalles, stoned on hash. that mural's been painted over. remember that day sheckie?






bye.

a red cell, a perfect view out of the Novotel

i didn't know last nite was basically friday for us party animals until i was loaded in a 7-11 demanding doritos, i coulda gave'r a lil harder man! oh wasted thursday what is a friday. no worry, i feel destroyed right now anyway as yuje!



today or tomorrow i'm going over to gill's to try on the 20 dresses of hers i set aside for my new orleans trip, which has been put back another week (after my birthday) and that eases my easily stressed out mind a tad.







dude, these chicks were BONKERS! near the end of liam's set they come out of nowhere and party up a storm, i was filming them and the one in the white shirt hammed it up hardcore for me i couldn't believe my eyes, oh youth.



oopsy daisy.




the thing is, his music and their dance moves, weren't really in sync, at all.




judgemental groupie central.






if you go to shows then you've seen yvonne, she's an institution, the first time i met her i buggered it up by saying she reminded me of this crazy woman from oakville, but somehow meant it as a compliment? she thought it was amusing, i said welp there's lots more where that came from unfortunately.




and i told renita that her look reminded me of something extremely specific and do you want to hear it cos it might be crazy insulting? she's like yeah tell me, i say ok you know the movie mrs. doubtfire, when robin williams has that show at the end when he's that old lady, ha yeah mrs. doubtfire, whatever, well he has this puppet as a co-host? yeah well, you look like that puppet in that hat and leather jacket. i just tried to find a picture of that on google, can't. if you have mrs. doubtfire and you don't have a life can you watch that part of the movie for me and give me a confirmation on this please? thanks. thanks to mle for tracking one down!





it makes sense really, cos her brother brad looks like the muppets kind of, the other nite he looked like scrooge in his black scarf and dinner jacket ok you don't care.




before all this we killed some time at gill's after dinner at the re-opened midtown, new ownership, we think it's going to tank (they're trying to do bottle service!)




mom that red cardigan was yours, gill is the recipient of the majority of your shirts.



uhh...




someone have a little temper tantrum?




i kinda like it.



stella mccartney candy.