No other emotion

Yesterday at Bloor station, I witnessed a most repulsive confrontation. Public transportation can somehow bring about the worst in people; a 40 year-old Caucasian woman started to blast off against an Asian senior lady. The catalyst of the spectacle was apparently a push. (I get pushed all the time, especially at a busy station, big deal, but this isn't about me). The woman accused the senior lady of not possessing any CANADIAN etiquette *she naturally did...eyes rolling.

Stunned by the uproar I was; actually the entire sardine-can-train was. Surprisingly, the old lady stood her ground. At first it was slightly entertaining but then it turned disturbing.

CW: "Go back to your country"
AL: "What? I've been in Canada for 50 years. You go back to your country."
CW: "What's wrong with you people? In Canada we have manners, why don't you understand? GO BACK!"
AL: "This is my country. Stupid (pause) Dumb (pause) Woman!" *at this point her voice was shaky

It all happened so quickly, they both got off at the next station. No one had a chance to gather themselves and say something. It was unreal. With my jaw still open, I saw a young lady with tears rolling down her face. I thought that exemplified more of Canadian-like behaviour.

Bleach Bliss

How to answer the age-old question, Do Blondes really have more fun?

Having converted into a strong and dedicated practitioner-I can say with complete conviction-it is true. Despite the jokes, stereotypes and the breakage, I love being a bright-highly toxic-bleach head. No-shame-what-so-ever. Don't believe me, see for yourself.

Evidence A,B,C,D,E. Need I say more?

Aurel Schmidt, by Terry Richardson for Purple

girl crush, Agyness Deyn by T.R

Lindsay Lohan (mean girl? still fancy her) by TR

genius TR

Kate Moss & Olivier Zahm

Mary Kate Olsen, by Olivier Zahm

Lady Gaga, by TR for Rolling Stone

Botox for my heart

Untitled, Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1984

My mind races, this is bullshit. Passing by the memories embedded in my soul with full force, not stopping, but changing the position and meaning of what once was. I try to slow down but not even meditative alternatives clear the sandstorm. What race am I in? Who or what am I challenging?  Reality is, this race has no purpose. It wouldn't be such a burden if this speed didn't distort all other dimensions within my being. Where I am trying to end...

They say the fastest possible speed at which energy or information can travel-according to special relativity- is the speed of light: approximately 1079 million kilometers (671 million miles) per hour. You can understand why I'm in such a daze-and confused-my energy level is shot and my heart is losing its child-like vitality.

A friend not long ago said, "Jess you think too much, just learn the simplicity of chilling." I thought I did, but sadly, I have no clue. Sorry Mr. Tower.

Feel free to give me some tips, I've got a wrinkle in my heart.

The Opposite of No

                                                           Graphics by: Nikki Farquharson

Because sometimes my friends say it 10 times better. Thanks Dre. Xo


When everything aches
And you can't see straight
Is it just in your head?
Is your heart dead?

The beat it remains
Singing songs of love's faults
Where were you that day?
Why haven't you called?
You didn't know it was me
But who else could it be

You apologize profusely
See me in the revelry
Your apathetic attitude
Has me seeing double
Of who I thought you used to be
Compared to what you show to me

Uniting once again
Is in the cards for us
Tell me what you think
Tell me that you trust
In your feelings for me

The future of us you see
Your secret life of bees
Let's watch the sun rise
Again from where we sat
And laughed and talked and danced
Drinking in love's dissidence
Bittersweet Symphony
Has all been washed in black
The sound of you next to me
Has always brought me back

The reality truly is
Nothing is nor will ever be
But telling the world otherwise
Battles my apathy

Thank You

The peace of mind one experiences on one's own, one's certainty of self in the serenity of solitude, are nothing in comparison to the relase and openess and fluency one shares with another, in close companionship-Muriel Barbery

On this very special night, I attended a dinner party. A most gracious host feasted our senses in impeccable style. A group of beautiful women delighted my faculties with their talents, honesty, and laughter.

Jeff, you have a heart of gold and an armoire of platnium. You are one of a kind.
Amor, Gracias.

Is that?

Yes, yes it is. Powder blue. I know, you are jealous. I would be too. I got them while I was in Miami; a little souvenir.

Mahi Mahi

Mahi-mahi are swift and acrobatic game fish with striking colours. Their sides are golden with iridescent greens and blues, and their belly is white and yellow. When these tropical fish get excited they light up- This makes sense.

Everything is the way it should be. As you may know, I recently got back from Miami and a cruise. Words cannot describe the fantasy of a trip I had, but I'll try anyways. Miami and Cozumel are both beautiful and ridiculously entertaining to say the least, but my trip was made by a group of ladies I call my Mahi Mahi crew. The name started off as a joke because that's all we ate. Lunch and dinner, Mahi was the preferred choice. But then it became our go-to word selection.

I decided to look up this tasty and ever so popular fish, and its description fit my ladies all so perfectly. Game fish -we were always in the game 5-0. Striking Colours-just view pictures please. When they get excited they light up-you ladies lit up everywhere we went and you certainly lit up my life. Thank you for the best trip ever. Things happen because they are suppose to happen; make sure to always be present when you are in the midst of magical moments.

Love you, Nalinai, Priti, Daniella, Sophia, Cassandra and Patron

Greetings from Love

This past week was amazing. I went to Miami and on a cruise to Cozumel, Mexico for the wedding of two of the most beautiful people I know.I came back with the love bug. Truth is, I love the thought of love but my track record isn't that impressive (one exception-koala). Maybe my fault-whatevs- but sadly I have been slightly tainted and boderline incredulous about blissful unions.

However, witnessing two people genuinely in love can change a fool's perception. Not to sound cheesy, but Nalinai and Jeff are two gorgeous human beings.They respect eachother, uplift one another and have committed their hearts and souls before God and their loved ones. All of our friends look up to them and wish to someday be able to share the same kind of love they gave all of us. Made me believe. Love you both and Congrats. XO

Note: thanks to everyone who took pictures ;)

Photo credits: Tara Brolly, Danielle Dziepak, Me

New Age Fashion

Tabitha Simmons, shoe designer and contributing editor, Vogue

Reading Interview Magazine (one of my favs) I stumbled  upon this quote "Fashion has sped up so much due to the internet. I don't understand which race we are all trying to win." Oh Tabitha, such truth you speak of. Lately, everything moves at supersonic speed. Rarely do we take the time to contemplate and enjoy the movement around us. Fashion and love trends are no exception.

I see people changing styles like changing panties (hopefully you understand the frequency of this act).  Its so vague and transparent. Very few left with an original sense of expression. I am completely aware that trends come and go-and they are fun- but there has to be a hault when faced with mass dictation of superficiality. Popular demands are soooo last season. Set your own pace and take the time to indulge in your sense of style.