Came straight home from a shoot and couldn't get out of this bodysuit fast enough — but the mirror caught me halfway and I figured, why not. The weekend's almost here and I'm not even dressed for it yet. Want to help me decide what goes on next?
Came straight home from a shoot and couldn't get out of this bodysuit fast enough — but the mirror caught me halfway and I figured, why not. The weekend's almost here and I'm not even dressed for it yet. Want to help me decide what goes on next?
The Princes' Gates look the same every year but I swear the Ferris wheel gets taller — or maybe I just keep getting smaller under all that neon. Pick a ride and I'll pretend I'm not scared.
Nobody warned me that watching two women fight for every point under open sky would be this distracting. You want the seat next to mine?
Stackt Market turned a tiny Filipino lime into a whole festival and I showed up in a sundress with kalamansi on my lips wondering why sour always makes me want to do something sweet. You want a taste?
Twenty-five years of JerkFest and I still can't figure out what survives scotch bonnet smoke and August humidity at the same time. Which one are you taking off me first?
Came home from Bloor with all that Koreatown bass still rattling in my chest, picked up my guitar to channel it somewhere — but my hands had a different idea about where the night should go. You want to hear how it sounds when I stop holding back?
Danforth tonight means Greek everything, so I'm already in the kitchen with lemon and olive oil and absolutely nothing else on. Want a taste before we even leave?
Came home still humming someone else's love song, halfway out of my dress before I even made it past the hallway — she kept calling it an art form and I'm still figuring out my medium. Want to help me practice?
Whole city went quiet after the weekend and all that leftover noise had to go somewhere. My hands found the only rhythm that helps. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
The festival's over and my apartment looks like a costume department exploded — sequins in the kitchen, feathers in the hallway, and me sitting in the middle of it all in one stolen t-shirt pretending I have my life together. What's the first thing you'd rescue me from?