Summer in Toronto has been a little anti-climactic. An extended spring seems to have never quite given way to summer, even long after the summer solstice has passed. Things haven’t felt as bustling as they have in the past. And me? I’ve been locked away in my own world crafting something special.
There are many reasons bloggers decide to start chronically their lives in the digital sphere. While I’ve stopped and started multiples times, I’ve been running this particular blog for over a year and a half. I look up to the OGs of the blogosphere like Feral Creature who has been blogging for 10 years now. She recently published a post about being at a crossroads in her journey and it made me stop and think about my own path.
The last time I explored Asian fashion was maybe about 10 years ago. My love for anime and J-pop poured over into a fascination with fashion hubs like the Harajuku district in Tokyo. These days it’s places like Seoul, South Korea that have caught my attention for their youthful, modern styles.
An eternity ago, when I was in high school, I was a punk. More like a punk/goth/anime kid. And one of the staples of my wardrobe were band tees. A friend gave me a The Starting Line tee, I picked up a My Chemical Romance tee from Hot Topic, and a few of my comrades wore this popular tee to showcase their love for The Used. The guy I crushed on had long hair down his back and one of the four shirts he wore was a Led Zeppelin tee.
Somewhere along the line I retired my music merch but more and more in the past few years I’m starting to see it make a comeback in fashion and I’m more than happy to take part.
I was shaking. Sitting on the edge of this concrete ledge my body felt tight and stiff with anxiety. We were about two stories up which isn’t that high I suppose but still, every second up there felt like an eternity. I tried to calm myself because I didn’t want to let the fear show on my face.
After about a minute it was over. I had to come down. I didn’t care whether we got the shot or not. Then I looked at the camera to see the results. ‘Wow,’ I exhaled in relief, pleased to see what we’d captured.
On Monday I conceptualized the idea and did the prop styling. On Tuesday I executed the idea, including the hair, makeup, and photography. On Wednesday I did the post production to bring the most out of the images that I could. Today I am publishing it. Sharing this departure from my normal style as my 100th post. An exploration of myself as the artist, the muse, and the canvas as a way to heal.
How do you define home? Where you live now? Where you grew up? Where your family is? Or something else? Oftentimes how I interpret where home is depends on how I feel, who’s asking, or any other possible variable. My definition of home feels like it’s always changing and lately I’ve been thinking about where exactly that even is for me.
The weather has been pretty crappy lately with the last traces of winter still lagging in Toronto. Going out still requires a warm coat and tough footwear that can handle the slush, salt, and snow. On a particularly warm day my partner and I headed out to do some exploring in the city. I had come across this gorgeous graffiti wall online and was determined to find where exactly it was, quietly tucked away in the west end.
Today is International Women’s Day!!! With events like The Women’s March on Washington in January and A Day Without Women going on today, women are truly making their voices heard. On a local level in Toronto I see many different female-focused creative groups like Gxxrls, Sophomore Magazine, and Her Collective creating a platform and safe space for women of all backgrounds to celebrate and support each other.
Back in the summer of last year I teased a preview from a pretty elaborate editorial collaboration I was working on and I’m happy to finally premiere it today. Best part? All female crew! #Girlpower for the win.
I don’t even like jeans. Or at least I thought I didn’t. Then I tried on a pair of Fidelity Denim.
Let me just preface this by saying that before Fidelity, I didn’t have any jeans in my wardrobe. Not unless you count two old pairs of biker jeans that pretty much solely exist for archival purposes because I can no longer squeeze my thighs into them but I’m not ready to say goodbye.
So with that in mind I tried on a pair of Fidelity Denim and my opinion of jeans started to change.