joy

My favourite part is "Joy can go f*ck herself."

The Hallway from The Hallway on Vimeo.
artist Miranda July, source lostateminor

Okay, I get it: Chicago

For the past few months, since I visited the fair city, it has been popping up everywhere. So much so that I had to start writing everything down so I wouldn't forget.

• Judy Chicago, a textile master, has an upcoming show at the Textile Museum of Canada. Just recently, I found vintage copies of her books that I've used for collages for years and years.
• I found these strange name tags on the street of my hometown from someone who was hosting a Chicago-themed, speakeasy murder mystery party or something.
• The grand prize at a fundraiser I volunteered at last month was a trip to Chicago.
• The majority of movies I've been watching lately (even unplanned ones on TV) are set in Chicago.
• I spotted a transport truck from New York on the highway with Chicago graffitied on it with a stencil.
• The author of my current bible just conveyed an anecdote where she moves to Chicago.
• And now, I found out that the amazing modernist house from Ferris Beuller's Day Off is for sale. Where? Chicago.

source coolhunting

Time will tell what this all means. Until then, I'm happily keeping track of these strange little peeks into another world.

Holy amazing epic work

source Zenironments

Creative insecurity

The more I observe creativity everywhere, the more I realize that severe insecurity often and unfortunately accompanies it. Perhaps because creativity is often quite personal and therefore it's simple to imagine that putting creative ventures out into the world is akin to placing lily-white skin that rarely sees sunlight under a massive magnifying glass that happens to emit concentrated UV rays, thereby burning the skin on contact.

Yet, balanced creativity is quite different. Putting forth true work is freeing, has little to do with others and everything to do with the creator. For me, lately, letting go of ideas once they arise and are worked through is often more important than the ideas themselves.

Lucky in love rubs off

I know this adorable couple who loved each other as soon as they met. Everyone figured that out way before they did. Like, years before they did. Thankfully, now, they know it too and have decided to get married.

I'm lucky enough to get to design their save- the-date and wedding invites as my wedding gift. I'm stoked to work with them because they have impeccable taste. I want to incorporate traditional printmaking techniques, somehow.

Here are some good examples I've come across.



source Design*Sponge

Non_sense

Sometimes I wish that instead of food,
I could ingest pure colour.

"I just want to make some noise."

Mistakism in practice and full glory.



source Urban Prankster

Mistakist/mistakism

I came across mistakist, coined by Harmony Korine in a book entitled Beautiful Losers, based on an exhibit by same name that traveled throughout the US in 2004. I've been lusting over the soon to be released documentary since I read about it in a zine I picked up back in February; it was pure synchronicity that lead me to the book and the words mistakist/mistakism. The idea of embracing the happy accidents that stumble onto my path brings me great comfort. Fully accepting mistakism has both profound and silly applications; be lighter, funnier and let go.

I promised a friend I would post more of my photography here, which—like all mediums—helps me embrace mistakism.

Please do yourself a favour: go see this

I heard more than a few snotty sniffs and saw many eyes wiped with buttery napkins from my fellow theatre-goers. I'm not a movie crier, but Every Little Step was a happy exception to the rule.