one of a kind

today i had the pleasure of wandering around the city with my good friend lindsay. we started off with a feast of pastries at an east end bakery and then our standard starbucks run. after an hour or so of running our mouths we went on down to the beach to explore its snowy terrain. it is actually like the arctic by the lake. mounds of ice and crazy waves, perfect for a mini photo shoot. after we had sufficiently frozen ourselves we hiked it up to yorkville to explore the posh shops and look in every shoe store for jeffrey campbell booties. from here we walked down bay for a change of scene, south to queen where we parted ways. it was a good day in toronto. i have a renewed love for our city.

what is it that makes us lose touch with our surroundings?

i personally think that when it come to toronto, winter really takes its toll. we all become bundled up little foragers who just want our snuggies and three seasons of third rock on demand so that we can avoid the outside world. we become bitter and resentful of canada and wish that climate change would just kick it into high speed. but when summers come around you cant find a happier crowd. every patio packed every night of the week, the city is full of life and noise. there are art, music and cultural festivals to celebrate the greatness that exists and thrives here all year around.

sometimes we forget what great things toronto has to offer but its at times when you least expect it that you rediscover what it is that makes this city unique.

i should go to korea.

me as a teacher. hilarioussss


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to friendship

on this family day i would like to take the time to recognize some of my non-blood essentials who are lucky enough to be together this week. five of the greatest girls in the world are all in london, enjoying the magnificent city and probably some of the best laughs that they have had in a seriously long time. i cant remember the last time all six of us were together. its been years now, but none-the-less our friendships are still strong.

some things that will remain cherished memories of mine forever...doing the running man in our oxfords by use of valve oil in the backstage of scs. making a fort with sleeping bags in the fire escape. eating different inedible substances for mere pennies. parting ways as youngsters but visiting each other at various universities, in a wide range of countries and when more easily accessible, our corners of the city.

have the best visit ever. i love you all.

if you call me now baby, id come running

i am no doctor. but today at work i am on call. pointless. just tell me whether or not you need me to be there. i would rather not waste half my day waiting around for you to tell me if i need to come into work for 4 1/2 hours. brutal.

and from this little stint, i now have kings in my head. forever and for always they will be in my head.

i had decided that i wanted to go to a euro festival this summer and that kings had to be part of it because i just love them. then i heard from many a source that i might as well listen to their album and save my cash money because they sound exactly the same. still looking into the summer festivals though and potentially some travels through croatia?



anyway i have become majorly off topic on all accounts. life plans are moving forward, the motions are being made. i am getting a little more clarity in my life. how legit am i?

bon week-end

nothing could be cuter. and on that note im off to the bar.

the big cheese

i can think of no better comfort food for a lazy day then a grilled cheese. experiments were made and some serious additions were conjured up.

we started with some great whole wheat toast added our mozz, then a little cheddar, panchetta, spicy salami, basil and sundried tomatoes. lest we not forget the secrete ingredient, a la top chef, honey butter. we would have used salted butter but it was not at our disposal and surprisingly enough the honey butter worked wonders. it caramelized the toast and gave a nice balance to our extremely salted sandwich.

placed in the oven on a light broil, 10 mins later these orgasmical creations entered the world and filled hungry bellies with delight.

mmm i want seconds

good artists borrow, great artists steal

street art is huge these days. i first became aware of its monstrous existence a few years ago when i was living in copenhagen. as i travelled to different cities i found an abundance of crazy talented artists using various mediums to produce colorful, in your face, rebellious art.

and my personal favorite...

tonight i watched the much talked up flick 'exit through the gift shop'. essentially it was promoting the idea of street art as a serious form of art. its not simply something a person can decide that they want to take part in because of the scene and popularity of it. i back that. i also hate when i see random tags all over street signs. that is by no means innovative and adds nothing aesthetically to the world. in this case, thank goodness for sandblasters and white paint. but when it came to me discovering that a banksy graf was removed from the building i was living in london, well that was a different story.

anyway, in a round about way im trying to relay my appreciation for street art. it is a creative outlet to some very talented and thrill seeking people.

happy valentines day

Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don't remember.
Ron Burgundy: That's not a good start, but keep going...
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I'm pretty sure that's not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it.

i love cake?

and so the week ends

love this girl. if i were to switch life paths yet again i would probably take up music and base my career/image on this video right here. she pretty much sums up my ideals. great clothes, wicked hair, catchy chick song. my music career went downhill after i sang a solo at roy thompson hall when i was 14. oh to be young. i cant believe im saying this at 23.

happys sunday people. onto the next one.

Sunday Girl - Four Floors Directors Cut from Elisha Smith-Leverock on Vimeo.

ps. a friend of mine told me that the guys equivalent of girls starting fashion careers is dudes going into the music bus. never the less, hes going for it. i think were both on the right track, going to be superstars.

technological meltdown

dont you just hate when your internet breaks down. it turns into the end of the world and you cant function properly. i dont know when i became such an addict. this week the modem in my house just went haywire so i was left to combat the world without a connection. i was checking my emails at the mac store on my lunch breaks and maxing the data on my blackberry. being out of touch with this fast pace of our electronically run world is just exhausting.

and then there is my dad who doesnt know how to turn on a computer and doesnt really care to learn. he has a pc on his desk, its just for show. he also has an email that he has no idea how to access (i believe its forwarded to someone else). he doesnt have an answering machine on his cell phone and who even knows what would happen if someone sent him a text. he is by no means out of touch with reality, he has just decided to remain unfazed by all the buzz and you know what, im kind of jealous.

one thing is for certain. although our lives have become seemingly more simple by use of skype, email, bbm and so on...we have lost touch with the reality of face to face contact or even voice to voice. i long for the day when my phone wasnt glued to my hip or when it didnt matter if i recieved a text and didnt reply within five minutes. im by no means going to revert to any old school ways and pick up a pager at staples, if they even exist anymore. i just think were all getting too attached, a little too plugged in. maybe ill leave my phone on silent this afternoon just to prove a point.

its just...a little crush

i think its hilarious that most of the time when im checking someone out, its a girl not a guy. recently it seems as though vogue is having a model search and its happening while i ride the streetcar downtown. i am staring at these beings, gobstruck and i just want to say sorry...i cant take my eyes off your bag, shoes, hair, everything! im a creep. i am so obvious its obnoxious. i need to be more stealth.

like when i worked at the bay for ysl and was obsessed with this girl who worked at mac. she was just the coolest looking person in the world. she said she would add me to facebook. no friend request was ever received. i bet she lost my email...and forgot my name. bummmer.

my top girl crush will always be giselle bündchen. i told my trainer that by the summer i want to have a body like her. he said he could make it happen. he is definitely a liar. i am no brazilian goddess and all i want to do is eat bricks of balderson and litres of häagen-dazs. meh, im over it already. i really just need a tan. why do i live in this land of ice?

playing dress-up

so essentially i tired on clothes for a few hours today and called it work. fantastic. even better part of my day was finding out that mendocino carries free people so that video i posted below i will recreate but in toronto. far less glamorous.

as goes other sectors of my life, i was accepted into two of the college programs i applied for today! very exciting. architecture technology and fashion management. i bet you can guess which one i am leaning towards. im just marveling at how things manage to come together sometimes. and how quickly your life can switch gear. but its all for the better in the end. if nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies. suchhh a hippie at heart.

peace, love and wonderbread

back to the grindstone

im officially employed! yesterday i was hired as a sales girl/stylist at mendocino. i start training tomorrow and im very excited. i haven't been working for months now and although its great to have time to relax and smell the roses its become a little bit excessive. i know i was traveling and all that jazz but i think its going to be very rewarding to have a routine and get a better understanding of the industry that i want to be in.

anyway, thats the serious bit done. i am just sitting in my kitchen hanging out with bijoux. i am obsessed with her.

i found out about this blog that is written from the point of view of a bunny, fifi lapin. she is a fashion savvy londoner who has been praised by top designers and magazines alike. i cannot believe i didnt think of this first. its adorable, check it out.

i fell asleep beneath the flowers

this is generally what my daydreams look like. me, floating around paris in boho maxi dresses, eating la duree macaroons, drinking a noisette at delmas in the sorbonne with bijoux, ma petite chouchou aka my bunny.

the only thing i would add to this scenario would be a crusty baguette, a wheel of brie, and a few bottles red for the perfect picnic with all my besties in luxembourg gardens.

dance dance revolution

to go to benassi or to not go to benassi?

crash test dummy

it seems to me as though i am on a delayed schedule. it has taken me five years to take the first step to become a person who holds a legit drivers license. i wrote my g2 in class drivers test and passed in techno colors. i spent 20 hours over the past four weeks at a driving school run by an old jamaican man named winston, in a small semi-heated room at the corner of woodbine and danforth. if i had failed there would be a major problem.

as i am moving forward in the licensing process im excited but also terrified to get behind the wheel. i have very little experience driving and one of the few was with my mum where she held onto the door handle the entire time, incase she needed to roll out of the car, and squealed at every turn i made. lets just say it wasnt the most confidence building lesson. i also have had my fair share of bad experiences with go-carts. in my childhood i was nick named 'crash' by one of my best friends aunts after i returned from the wasaga 500 with self-induced whiplash. i had barreled my cart into the tire barrier to avoid running into the other drivers. i had forgotten about the break.

im going to get over this fear. essentially i have to since my g1 expires in june! anyway, im just letting you all know that im hitting the streets so please drive in a defensive manor. i dont get the concept of 'right of way' but im sure ill figure it out pretty quickly. wish me luck!