abbreviated branding

she's just your average vida-slurping yuppie with a loft apartment and a cameraphone who works in advertising. actually at the same company that i interned at in grade 11 all those years back...

like most other imsointerestings in this city she has a blog, surprise, surprise. but does she really have something to say? judge for yourself. you can even follow her on twitter if you so much as care where on the atlantic seaboard she's having lunch today, or else which branded party she's attending at the weekend. i don't, however.

she has been described as the 'infamous' blogger; a trendspotter, in her own words, and somebody she believes to be 'very special.'

don't we all.


mybrandedlife

ooh is that kloof street i see in the background? now really.
and the tuna burgers at the mill are pretty good, but perhaps not enough to tempt me.

dives

here's where you go if you want to find a hipster.

:royale eatery in long street
:a DIY/hardcore show
: evol if you're a kid
:tribeca bakery
:industrial art galleries
:the assembly, snorting lines off a toilet seat
:a warehouse theatre
:an intimate privately-owned coffee shop
:vida fucking e
:woodstock
: where other hipsters are
:vinyl stores
:ukraine
: the neighbourgoods market
: a swishing sale
:downtown toronto
:laying on the campus grounds instead of going to class
:brooklyn
:bedford ave.
:a thrift store
: the house of douche
:hipsters don't hang out. they just show up at places and don't want to be there anyway.

make it count

would you care to kiss me?

"swoon"

via tumblr

an airy frenzy

via tumblr

persephone.

via tumblr

dust.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Pablo Picasso



get away off those down and dusty places
let the grains slip past the hour
let your soul bury itself in the ground
and, state of Adam made,
its conceit and flounders rightly found.

GAY.

a piece of civility

"Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success."
- Oscar Wilde

ten places of quietude

: the african studies library at UCT
: the rose garden at the company's gardens in central cape town
: under my duvet after lights out, while it rains outside.
: lying in a warm bath up to my neck, with water covering my ears and muffling out the
pummelling noises outside
: between the pages of a bible
: out in the middle of a wilderness where the stars are brightest and there is peace and silence, with no distant hum from the city, nor pollutant reflections of a million lighted streets.
: in prayer.
: the streets of a small french town on christmas day; even the pharmacy is shut tight.
: solitude, with music and nothing but.
: in somebody's embrace.


ten places for quietude