Beachcomber

I’ll make sense when I can, lover, and wander the shores when I can’t, for someone once told me that salt water heals all things. As the tide ebbs I’ll gather the bones and glass left behind, I’ll pluck glimmering pearls from hollowed carrion eyes, I’ll cast silent spells on the wet stones. I […]

By |January 26th, 2016|Creative, Dark Beauty, Ocean, Personal Style|Comments Off on Beachcomber|

Afterglow

Growing up with a morbid imagination, I also developed a prolonged fear of the dark. Now it allures me. Darkness is the shape shifter’s elixir — we shed our skins when the night falls, and the world becomes an opaque sphere that hides the eyes but urges the soul. With our senses stimulated and obscurities deepened, we move as our […]

By |July 16th, 2015|Personal Style, Photo, Rave|Comments Off on Afterglow|

Onyx at the Acropolis

Crop top: Dolls Kill, by UNIF | Jacket: Helmut Lang | Boots: UNIF Reverb Boots | Earrings: Marina Fini | Shorts: American Apparel | Tights: American Apparel

Split down the centre, flayed open, an illuminated plane encroached by the shadows. Here: the jagged cliffs, there, the rushing sea. Now: the ascending sun, later, the darkness that engulfs everything at once. Contrasts […]

By |March 20th, 2015|Modern, Personal Style, Photo, Uncategorized|Comments Off on Onyx at the Acropolis|

Shadow Garden

Death, that “sad bone,” that “good night,” our “dream kingdom,” stirring within us “like a barking where there are no dogs” — the poets have named it well. As self-aware and lethal creatures, death haunts and inspires our imaginations, signifying not only finitude and sorrow, but transition and transformation. I have always been fascinated by literatures exploring this […]

By |January 21st, 2015|Dark Beauty, Personal Style, Photo|Comments Off on Shadow Garden|

Night Rituals

It’s Halloween, my friends, and the dominion of death has encroached upon that of the living. While I don’t follow any particular organized spirituality, I am deeply intrigued by the concept of liminality — that is, states of transition and ambiguity, as in the space that exists between our conscious lives and the opacity […]

By |October 31st, 2014|Creative, Personal Style, Photo|Comments Off on Night Rituals|

Shades of Autumn

Well, hello Autumn. Welcome. Your dark dawns and permeating chill remind me that my complicated relationship with Summer is now over. Now, don’t misunderstand me — most of the time I love Summer, with her endless days and fevered nights and quiet, buzzing dawns. But, I must admit, Autumn: I prefer you more. You’re […]

By |October 17th, 2014|Personal Style, Photo|Comments Off on Shades of Autumn|

Between the Walls

I love the city. I like the metallic sounds, the acrid smells, the wet things I see rising from muddied cracks in the asphalt. When I moved from small-town Ontario to Japan in 2010, I left the woods of my youth far behind, but I subsequently developed a love for the urban, the oil-slick […]

By |September 26th, 2014|Personal Style, Photo|1 Comment|

♪☄ The Rifflandia Incident ☄♪

I shall preface this blog post with another address to my town and its people: Victoria, you know how to party. For a (relatively) small city, there is no shortage of art and music in Victoria — e.g., last weekend’s Rifflandia Music Festival, during which artists such as The Funk Hunters, Zeds Dead, and […]

By |September 19th, 2014|Personal Style, Photo|Comments Off on ♪☄ The Rifflandia Incident ☄♪|

Cataclysm

Fellow West Coast dreamers, sunsets on Vancouver Island are intoxicating. Arrive over the crest of a hill, look to west, and you are filled with a sublime stillness. Gradually, long creeping shadows emerge from the bases of trees, rocks, and buildings, stippling the earth in cool darkness. This moment always seems suspended in time; […]

By |September 5th, 2014|Personal Style, Photo|Comments Off on Cataclysm|

Tie or Die

Victoria, you are a fashion blogger’s dream. You, with your seaside horizons, cavernous green forests, and myriad of painted and peeling walls — you make finding backdrops that reflect our cultural and environmental frameworks a cinch. It may have been 8:30 in the morning when Kim and I took these photos, but crop tops […]