I promise, I’m back for good.

Holy Mentalness Batman!
I’ve been sucked in to a work time-warp.
But I’m loving every moment over at Topshop/Topman and I work with a creative and visual team of true wunderkinds. I couldn’t be more pleased, and for the first time in the history of my life I actually look forward to going in to work everyday. This was realized after given my pay-stub from set up week and noted that I had clocked nearly 100 hours in two weeks. HUSTLE REAL HARD.
The good news? We’ve managed to open with great success and Canada’s 1st store is a hit. YAY! The bad news? The shopping I’ve been doing.  I mean it’s good, but my Lord is it also very terrible.

Aside from all of that hoopla,
Toronto Fashion Week is upon us. This nearly three week debacle has pretty much passed me by this season.
I try and catch via the Toronto Standard, Toronto Life and Fashion online when I can. But it seems like I really haven’t missed much. I mean aside from The ShOws and the Calla/Todd Lynn presentations which I would have loved to see up close and personal.

TOP FIVE THINGS ON MY MIND (cause you really want to know):

1. Have been stomping around this wet and dreary city in my latest acquisition (above) and wondering if I should get them in fire engine red as well.


2. I’ve been eating my body weight in Greek penne pasta courtesy of shit mall food options. Pickle Barrel will give me gall stones.


3. Coming out of rave-retirement for the Skream and Benga show Friday. It’ll be a grand FamJam reunion and I fucking can’t wait.
   


4. I’ve spoken about my super talented friend Michael De Pippo before and his rad illustrations. He’s pretty much taken it to the next level with these amazing vintage inspired concert posters for Sesame Street’s ‘Electric Mayhem’ band. He’s managed to generate such a massive buzz, I can’t wait to have the entire set up on my walls!
   


5. Oh sweet Jesus, I’m going to the cottage.
   In what seems like a massive coup of sorts, I am finally getting the hell out of the city and heading up north to Huntsville for Halloween weekend to squat at a friends cottage. The last time we drove up there it was the dead of winter (see featured photo) and despite the snow squalls, it was a beyond perfect weekend of movie screenings, eating, Vapo, board games and one massive love in. I can’t wait to do it again now! Nature in the Fall? I DIE.

ps: THIS REPEAT. shit I’ve fallen for Rihanna. I blame Calvin Harris.

Hiroshima’s Kamikaze.

Imagine bidding for a vintage camera online and unearthing photographic gems from pre-war 1940′s Japan.
That is exactly what happened to budding photographer Lebedeff, a collecter of of vintage film cameras who also happens to acquire forgotten film left in these little time capsules. What luck!

“This package was sent from Hiroshima. The seller, whom I asked, had no idea what this film is and whom it represents. It belonged probably to a previous owner of the house they bought, they found it among the belongings left there. The details point to the first half of the 1940’s, the time of the war. The number 3 written on the paper is maybe 1943. The central figure of these photos is this young man who apparently came home to visit his relatives and to relax a bit. Here he is, in a kamikaze pilot suit and with a sword in the hand.”

 

scar tissue heart.

Dear Mummy,
There is no rest for the wicked and I am exhausted.
The good kind.
I think I am finally learning to surrender
and make peace with what the universe has in store for me.
Maybe someday soon my wounded heart
and weakened will
will stitch right back up and mend again.
I’m slowly feeling it working.
Scar tissue tender, breaking. Stretching.

I suppose that is it.
I guess this is all.

Love you and talk soon,

Your eldest.

ps: just in case. Send me an envelope of twine, pinned with your blessing to wrap around my heaving heart. Binding.

METZTI’S MIXTAPE: SESSION 2, The Belated Beats!

My people! I apologize.
I’ve been sucked in to this insane work warp of back to back 14 hour days and barely anytime to eat and shower.
On the plus side, I managed to squish in a show by The Kills and some good old friend hang times, but let’s now talk about how ridiculously awful I felt this morning. Ick.

As promised, although several days late, it’s Metzti‘s weekly mix tape session!
Today we take a little trip down Brit-Alt lane. This is for all the Blur babies, Stereophonic lovers and melancholy dreamers.
Be sure to click the photo for the beats.

When I am sad, there is a comfort in knowing these songs are sad with me. – Metzti