"IT'S FUNNY TO ME WHEN FASHION BLOGGERS DOWN OUR OUTFITS AND THEN SUPER JOCK OUTLANDISH SHIT ON THE RUNWAY, BUT THEN THEY DRESS MAD PRUDE AND DON'T LIVE FASHION. WE LIVE IT, MAN. FUCK THAT, WE LIVE IT! WE LIVE IT SO HARD PEOPLE LIVE THROUGH US! [...] I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING "COLOUR INSIDE THE LINES!" WELL, FUCK YOUR COLOURING BOOK"Kanye's tweets.
img heavy #4: garage sale edition.
Over margaritas and enchiladas the other night, I was talking to my awesomely tattooed friend Lindsay O'brien and she was telling me about her next tattoo idea, Schiele on your shoulders! How awesome is that? Wouldn't these make great tattoos?
I hate to be presumptuous but when you're this beautiful and your great grandfather is Ernest Hemingway, I imagine it isn't hard to be this cool. That pink nail polish Dree is wearing in the last pic is so nice, I'm excited for the garage sale this weekend, I hope I can bid good riddance to my stuff and hopefully get some cash for my nail polish fund, I really want to get this Essie coral colour.
Ernest Hemingway (far right) with John Dos Passos (far left), Joris Ivens (back to camera), and Sidney Franklin in Madrid during the Spanish Civil War.
Black Swan."What shocked contemporary audiences was not Olympia's nudity, nor even the presence of her fully clothed maid, but her confrontational gaze and a number of details identifying her as a demi-mondaine or courtesan. These include the orchid in her hair, her bracelet, pearl earrings and the oriental shawl on which she lies, symbols of wealth and sensuality. The black ribbon around her neck, in stark contrast with her pale flesh, and her cast-off slipper underline the voluptuous atmosphere. Whereas Titian's Venus delicately covers her sex, Olympia's hand firmly protects hers, as if to emphasize her independence and sexual dominance over men. Manet replaced the little dog (symbol of fidelity) in Titian's painting with a black cat, which symbolized prostitution. Olympia disdainfully ignores the flowers presented to her by her servant, probably a gift from a client. Some have suggested that she is looking in the direction of the door, as her client barges in unannounced.Via Wikipedia
The painting deviates from the academic canon in its style, characterized by broad, quick brushstrokes, studio lighting that eliminates mid-tones, large color surfaces and shallow depth. Instead of a smooth idealised nude, as in Alexandre Cabanel's La naissance de Vénus (also painted in 1863), Manet painted a real woman, whose nakedness is revealed in all its brutality by the harsh light.
The model, Victorine Meurent, went on to become an accomplished painter in her own right."
Some friends and I like to get together every Wednesday (or just about) to check out art galleries. It started because that's the night the AGO and the ROM are free but it's blossomed into this awesome hangout night and a great way to get out to various local galleries around Toronto that I might not have gone to otherwise. The other week we went to The Power Plant which is a great contemporary gallery. Tonight we had a special edition to see a screening of Catherine Breillat's Bluebeard, it was a fantastic retelling of the classic fairytale. I'm no good at reviews but watch it sometime, you won't be disappointed. I particulary enjoyed the eating scenes, everyone feasts with such relish in silene and also how some of the humourous scenes descends into depths of ridiculeness.
Isn't this photo so full of innocence just waiting to be corrupted?
Some friends and I are having a garage sale this Saturday the 31st, come and have a visit.
In a little reversal of roles, Kate Moss for Yves Saint Laurent inspired by Édouard Manet.
The day Hipster Dykes linked me.
Catherine Breillat is a brilliant director, I haven't seen that many of her films but the works I have seen has struck me as incredibly brave and masterful. On top of that, Breillat is always pissing people off with her explicit depictions of sexuality and violence. This month Cinematheque Ontario is doing a retrospective on Breillat's works titled Anatomies of Desire. I'm most likely going to watch Bluebeard and The Last Mistress, which is playing this Thursday and August 9th respectively. Barbe bleue is a “brilliantly written, exquisitely realized feminist reworking of the cautionary mixed message in Charles Perrault’s fairy tale” (Amy Taubin, Artforum). Narrated by two young sisters huddled away in their attic to read the titular tale, the film unfolds from their imaginations like a stylized seventeenth-century pageant play reminiscent of Demy’s Peau d’âne and Rohmer’s Perceval le Gallois. Naïve and courageous Marie-Christine (Lola Créton and her dancing big brown eyes) is the young, impoverished girl willing to wed the big, bearded brute (Dominique Thomas) in order to save her family from starvation and ruin. Breillat’s touch is in every detail, and her characteristic insights into the psychology of female desire, curiosity, fantasy and sibling rivalry—a curious parallel universe is created between the sisters reading the book and the fairytale sisters separated by marriage—are at the core of the film, yet Barbe Bleue is noticeably devoid of the explicit sex and sex talk that have come to define the director’s reputation. “I can't think of a better image to represent Breillat's cinema en toto than a shot of the massive, shirtless Bluebeard being watched unnoticed by his waif, virgin wife. Brilliant film” (Darren Hughes, Long Pauses).Top three photos: The Last Mistress, last photo: Bluebeard.
Thelma & Louise is a totally kick ass film in which two heroines lead us through danger, adventure and crime through the desert in their '66 Thunderbird. This film definitely passes The Bechdel Test, meaning: (1) it has to have at least two women in it, who (2) who talk to each other, about (3) something besides a man. 
1. Some poor dude had a stroke in the middle of Inception, weird shit always happens when I see movies at Rainbow Cinema, one time my friend and I went to see some cheesy movie for middle aged folks but instead they showed Saw 4 by accident. I try on Amy K's "Rolex" while we wait for the ambulance to arrive. 2. Fajitas and $3 beers with the Ryerson fashion girls, Tortilla Flats on Wednesdays, you should go. 3,4. Smoke's poutinerie with Amy K, trying on her vintage sunglasses, she always gets the sickest shit from Kitchener. 4. Tasseomancy at Poor Pilgrims, a free concert series on Toronto Island. 5. Hipster spotting during Poor Pilgrims, dog backpack? I say cool. Mark Peckmezian says lame. 6, 7. Picastro and Jeff Garcia's art installation Buried Boomboxes at Poor Pilgrims. 8. Creeping on my boss's baby. 9, 10. Nature walks and suit + longboard shopping with Tim, we check out the Share Your G20 Stories Wall on Oxford St. across from Longboard Living Gallery.
