Visual Arts Showcase

Remember this post? (Looking back to a year ago, my writing style has really improved!) Almost all the photos in the post are broken. I accidentally deleted all my blog photos three monthes after starting my blog. The things you learn not to do along the way!

Anyways, it happened again. And this time, I was in it! My school’s annual art showcase- featuring MY sketchbook, MY tonal drawing and MY watercolour LEGO! Exclamation marks! Wait hold…my phone just rang. Narcissus called. He wanted his ego back.

On a more serious note, it felt really good to see your hard work pay off and hang in a gallery.

There’s my LEGO! Final finished piece on top, practice strip on bottom.

There’s my sketchbook (on the left)! Displayed against my best bud on the tip of my tongue (pun intended)’s sketchbook.

Why did I scoop bathroom hair from your shower and put it on paper, you ask? Not to worry, it’s 100% plastic fiber! Half of my face is somewhere in the mix too. It was a mini-self-portrait. Not that anyone would’ve known…

There’s my industrial drawing (on the top right)!

Looking at your own art on the walls is like attending your kid’s university graduation- so proud, so very proud. NARCISSUS NARCISSUS NARCISSUS.

And then we eat what we draw:

Finally, LEGO’s we can digest!

Some other artsy shenanigans…

Yum nom nom. Those are not “O”s, but cream cheese bagels.

In the photo above, guess what does not belong in the display. If you chose my drink, you’re correct! It may taste good and fit in, but it’s a sneaky ninja…

My “bloody tampon” (note the quotation marks): 

Because everyone wants to precariously dangle themselves like a jumper while blind. 

And finally-

Not funny yet?

Now it is!

The gallery was fun, but the route getting there could rival it! I swear to mother nature, I wore a hoodie and a cashmere scarf and I was freezing. Canadian weather, I tell ya. It would’ve helped if I haven’t sprinted from 200 Queen Street West (my original destination was near the AGO!) to the 900′s. But I captured cool photos along the way so it all balances. I ALSO PICKED UP A LOT OF CAR SMOKE, CIGARETTE SMOKE, INCENSE SMOKE AND MARIJUANA SMOKE.

Some ferocious spray-paint:

Ferocious colour-blocking on Queen Street:

Some ferocious coloured blocks:

(With ferocious ants crawling up the wall!) Some ferocious lizards:

Some ferocious hatred:

Some familiar faces:

Ferocious stripes:

Urban jungle:

Ferocious crochet:

Now that’s a summer dress you won’t want to wear to anything related to the summer. Barbecue stains, grass stains, saltwater stains, period stains…but that’s not summer related so I’ll stop.

I’ve been to so many places lately, I’m becoming world-weathered! But it’s just the good old T-Dot I’m seeing again. Why anyone called Toronto a dot, I have no idea, it’s more of a irregular quadrilateral with little juts coming out. I hope you can see that I’m excelling in my geometry class.

Time and time again, I’ve said Toronto has the bestest downtown in the world. And Queen Street West is right at the center of it.

Starry-eyed fireworks

You don’t have to know me to see my obvious love of all things NASA deep space-related.

I took these photos of last night’s ball lightning Victoria Day fireworks.

The following is a mirror-image. 

DO YOU SEE THE ANGEL WINGS?! DO YOU SEE THEM?!

I remember shooting these Sunday night and freezing my sweater socks off. And the entire time, all I could think about was Christopher Kane, OMG, Christopher Kane needs to be here right now. 

But obviously, he got here before I did, hence his Resort 2011 collection.

This post fits right in with my blog background! Alright readers, I’ll admit it- I officially have ADOS. Which is of course Attention Deficit… OH SPARKLY!!!

BC New York

I’ve longed to watch Bill Cunningham New York for months and I finally had the chance to on Friday!

The movie packed a potent punch of style, satire and (surprise!) sadness. It’s both a documentation of  New York Times photographer Bill Cunningham and an intimate look at the city through it’s oldest inhabitants.

Street-style photographers are really just style-stalkers deep down inside, waiting for the right chance to snap!

It was hard to lose track of Bill. He zoomed around Manhattan events and streets sporting his signature blue windbreaker on a bike.

The man was a Nikon ninja!

His shutter speed must’ve been an eighth of mine, because the moment he lifted his arms, he would drop it. Pressing the flash button is no big deal.

The result of hard work:

Makes you wonder, did Bill help design his own movie poster?

At the time of filming, Bill Cunningham lived in a claustrophobic two-story apartment at Carnegie Hall Studios. He joked that one day he’d come out of the apartment either in a coffin (no need to explain) or a hospital stretcher (due to the precariously stacked art books  on filing cabinets).

He had neither kitchen nor bathroom in his quarters. The only thing that distinguished the room from a library was a tiny cot he is pictured above sitting on! I don’t think any New Yorker could bare to use a public shower facility at home.

After the movie was made, Bill moved to another apartment (this time on the edge of Central Park). Carnegie Hall tried to relocate it’s aging residents to convert beautiful artist studios to grey cubicle spaces. Boo.

I can’t wait until Bill Cunningham New York comes out in DVD!

Savage Beauty

Someone fly me to New York to see “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, please.

Warning: This exhibition is very romantic.

The dress you see at 6:33 is called the “Oyster” dress (second to the right of this photo):

Pinch me, is this dress real?!

I kinda wanna make a dress out of toilet paper and tissue paper for a Barbie now.

This drowned gown kind of reminded me of a dress I wore when I was a toddler. After years of wear and tear, the silk underskirt and chiffon mesh started to unravel.

Very quiet shipwreck chic. Too bad I am a decade too old to wear it again or else I would pretend to be a McQueen muse!

For more information about the Oyster dress and to see it in motion, visit the Metropolitan Museum’s website.

Fairy silk

I recently received this beautiful silk robe from China! I love the stitching and details. Isn’t it just marvelous? It makes me feel like a princess. The bottoms are not shown (it’s a set) but when worn together, you feel like a fairy wearing some magical liquid fiber. But in reality, a gazillion little worms were boiled (when they were asleep dreaming about turning into moths and having wings) for silk. Real life is always less glamourous.