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.
The city of Lagos, Nigeria is bursting with life! Broken up into three separate parts – Lagos Island, Victoria Island, and Ikoyi Island – all are their own little worlds connected by bridges and a flowing lagoon underneath.
While I stayed on Lagos Island during my vacation earlier this month, I visited each island getting a chance to soak in some of what each has to offer. Whether my experiences revolved around food, fashion, or culture, I constantly felt immersed in my Naija heritage.
Anybody else feeling a little burnt out? Be it from the holidays or just life in general? With Christmas just behind us and New Years on the horizon I want to take some time out to remind you (and myself) about the importance of self-care.
Lately I’ve been feeling myself slipping. Stress from work combined with a bit of winter depression has been making me feel like a shell of myself. If you’ve been feeling this way too, don’t ignore it. This is our body’s way of asking for a little more attention focused inward.
Scratches and scribbles. Splatters of bright paint. A gold, three-point crown. Staples in Jean-Michel Basquiat‘s work. Except this time, instead of on a canvas, these tell-tale artist signatures cover jeans, skirts, tops, and dresses. For her Resort 2017 collection designer Stacey Bendet of Alice + Olivia teamed up with the Basquiat estate to create pieces inspired by his work that are best described as wearable art.