I'm pretty sure this is a real magazine, if I can find a copy of this IRL I'd have so much cred.
Oh yeah this reminds me, happy new mayor my dearest Toronto.
Vote for Rob Ford? THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
Last one, from that roll anyways.
This place is just down the street from me, my neighbourhood is full of interesting storefronts.

This morning I went to see Catherine Breillat's new film adaptation of The Sleeping Beauty, it was so much to take in at 9 in the morning, the subway hadn't even started running yet and I was already in the theatre, I felt like a real cinephile.
Breillat has such a gift for enchanting and the film is so wonderfully indulgent in parts and why shouldn't it be? It is afterall a story of a young girl's coming of age through a hundred years of imagination, fantasy and adventure. It's a shame there aren't more stills on the internet yet because these really don't do the film justice, so don't judge it by these pictures.
Other films I want to see, but these will have to wait until later.
Tetsuya Nakashim's Confessions.Warner Herzog's Caves of Forgotten Dreams.
I went in for a second interview today at a holistic health clinic, it seems like a super chill place to work and funny enough the doctor who owns the clinic was also a Wong. She was really honest, I didn't get hired, it somehow happened that I am over qualified for the job, when did this happen? I mostly feel like I don't have enough experience, but I guess they are looking for someone long term.
But, interestingly enough the doctor told me her brother also started in fashion design, dropped out and is now the creative director at Google. I Google'd him, shit, does this ever make me optimistic, I feel like there's so much room to grow for me. From what I gather, it looks like he dropped out of Parsons (apparently he only went for the girls), got into graphic design and has since gone on to work for the likes of Google and Starbucks. This is such a much needed anecdote for me right now considering I just graduated and have no idea what direction I want to head in. The doctor paid me a few compliments, could be the usual letdown speech, but I'm going to choose to believe her, she said I was ambitious, fabulous and was sure I'd go somewhere in life. So it seems, the Wong's aren't doing so bad for themselves.
Some friends and I are having a garage sale this Saturday the 31st, come and have a visit.
Toronto Reference Library is doing a (free!) screening of Man On Wire August 3rd at 2pm.



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.
Bluebeard
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.