"...in Paris it seems more appropriate to ditch a few inches. I also want to make bolder color choices the colors were bright and I'd definitely love to rock that 'bold color' trend this spring."Read More
and GLITTER! Her designs held no boundaries, but as chaotic as it may sound she was able to tame each look to a well tailored outfit that left me wanting a sex change just to wear every outfit…EVERY OUTFIT!Read More
"You know? Like a happy sock! Congratulations in that instance you are the equivalent of a masturbatory accessory. "Read More
.....Those pretty deals full of excitement, love, and comfort no longer filled my emotional tub of ice cream.... now I just binge eat mint Oreo's, don't hate, I don't get fat lolRead More
...But there I stood in a see-through number in a sea of grays and pastels with pops of subtle individuality here and there. DC why so bland?Read More
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That morning started out in a haze with my body's only fuel being that I was to attend an underground fashion show. My body was complacent but my mind was revving and ready to head out of the door. On my agenda that day was Scarborough Bluffs and to my luck my Ubër driver was an avid hiker and began rejoicing in his fondness for it. Not an expensive ride from Church and Front st, but we managed to fill our time trading hiking stories, and he recommended I access the park from the top and climb my way down. Just as we passed a sign that stated "NO CLIFF ACCESS" he said "almost there" ... Mental red flag went up, and I mentioned the sign to him, nonchalantly he responded oh yah that’s for the tourists so they don't fall down and die...I just burst out laughing at his blunt honesty (Anyone who knows me can tell you my honesty is sharper than Kate Moss's cheek Bones). He dropped me off behind an apartment complex, pointed in a general direction and instructed me to just look for an opening in the tree line. We said our good byes and I was on my way to either my naive demise or another adventure.....
So I get to this tree line right? What do I come face to face with? An angry overly excited pit bull 5 Samoan men in a circle and me in rolled up Forever 21 booty jean shorts, Palladium boots, H&M tank top, Dolce and Gabbana Sunnies, and my Camera...(what? a gay cant help hiking in style? lol ...I still remember the first thing my bestie Ruth said to me when we were off to hike the Shenandoah..."Did you come to hike or walk a runway?" ...to which I responded “Both and I might get some dick along the way don’t hate!" lol) Was I initially scared? Maybe, the dog didn't bother me so much but in my travels I just never know how my tatted masculine body adorned in androgynous garb and MAC’D out eyebrows will be received...but lets be real I'm from East LA and finished my adolescence riding the metro and bus into Anacostia in South East Washington DC so the heels WILL COME OFF IF NEED BE .... I can go from René Vincit to Nae Nae Holla Fo'A'Dolla with a side pony tail in 2.5 sec ....Try me if you want to! But before she came out I relied on my wholehearted belief that humans contain a strand of kindness and familiarity within them. To my charismatic surprise they chatted me up and pointed me in the right direction...a muddy and sandy trail that led down to the beachhead. I said my goodbyes and all I heard in the distance as I tripped on a branch and unintentionally sand surfed my way to the bottom, ironically, was "Oh yah be careful its slippery!" The rest of that afternoon consisted of snap chat videos and stare downs from locals trying to figure me out.
I rushed into my ubër as I quickly realized that I was to be at Cat Call in 45 minutes.... I managed to communicate with my deaf driver (there’s a pattern somewhere here....ever since that deaf guy from DC stood me up...I digress) to wait for me as I rushed up stairs running face first into a wall of stench wafting from my new geriatric hostel bunk mate. I stripped down put on the shortest black shorts I could find, a floral muscle tank from Zara, and slipped into a pair of vintage looking grey Aldo dress shoes. Before you knew it I was tapping the drivers shoulder and jumping out of the cab right into the heart of China town again. I ran 2 blocks camera in hand ready to go while reading a text from Wolfgang (One of the designers) telling me to hurry the show was starting. I rushed inside Bonsai aka 811 Art Gallery and started clicking away joining a surprisingly large crowd.
Being there the night before I knew that a motley crew of designers put this show together. So I knew not to expect a cohesive well thought out show but more of a foresight into the minds of the coming generations. The collection featured structured pieces intertwined with lucid form forgiving garments and over all had just enough fluidity to keep the spectators attention. Though a majority of the garments were translucent and steered away from a tailored structured look I couldn't help imagining a young wood nymph chasing an effervescent youthful and androgynous dream. Men were adorned in this over sized translucent dream and women took on the role of a subtle masculinity. Though each sex had its own overly exaggerated spotlight moment of androgyny glory. The winning look for the female models, by popular gasp, was the over sized pearlescent soft spoken lavender and crème de jaune power suits with beaded shoulders and drawstring parachute/jogger pants. For the males, it was the Annie Lennox twink in handmade ruffled white undergarments with a sheer two-piece nude gown with red stitching’s. To this I applaud these young minds that seek to unite what society for so long has told us to separate. Girls with boy hair cuts and boys in heels are now a thing but more than just a fad...more so a realization that human nature is more than just the reproductive wall we have for so long divided ourselves by. After the show I chatted up my new friends and conversed with some of the models and designers to get a more personal understanding of the direction some of them had in mind while designing their pieces. One thing remained consistent the remainder of the night and that was everyones excitement as guests buzzed on about the show.
My small list of MUSTS in Toronto:
Kintaro Izakaya (Ramen)
Hank's (For brunch)
Tequila Book Worm (Happy Hour or Dinner)
Bonsai...aka 811 Art Gallery
Toronto Centre for the Arts
Cafe Furbo (Distillery District)
Kensington Market (Before 6pm)
I couldn't quite tell you what willed me that Tuesday morning to purchase a bus ticket to Toronto. What I do know is I woke up with a need for a new adventure so I googled the closes places I could travel out of the country with out breaking the bank and close enough that if I needed to I could drive right back within a reasonable time. My selections dwindled down from Vancouver, Montreal, and lastly Toronto. It was 5:50 pm and I was at Union station in DC, running in Palladium Boots, dress shoes in hand in a rush to make it on time to catch my bus. I was in a state of rush, mental anxiety, and searching for some sort of self-affirmation, happy yet possessed by the luggage my soul kept clinging to.
Though the bus station was lack luster I whipped out my phone and continued my snap chat story. Letting my friends and family know I had made it ok. Most of them surprised still believing I was still at home with my pooch. I rushed to the nearest Starbucks I could find like the good little gay adventurer that I am haha. I needed wi-fi and to double check if my reservation for my hostel had even gone through....that attempt failed so I just walked in what I thought was the direction of the hostel and hoped for the best; I found it eventually dead phone and all. I didn’t know what to expect but after checking in and quickly rinsing offI was out the door and exploring quicker than that little brown betch Dora the Explorer. I didn’t know what to expect of the city but I was immediately comforted by the kindness I was met with by complete strangers. I even had homeless people giving me directions. All the while I’m thinking "where they do that at!?" NOT in DC ...and most definitely NOT IN NYC. They will point you in the direction of their buddy hiding in the alley ready to jump and take your belongings lol.
Aside from all the site seeing I managed to accomplish during my 5 day excursion (side note: you can see all of Toronto efficiently in 3 days on foot and a couple places by Ubër) I set out one evening on a mission to get some good night photography shots. I started that evening at a locally recommend dive bar, Tequila Book Worm. If you are in town YOU MUST HAVE THE FRIED CHICKEN BURGER. Its like Precious and Wolfgang Puck came together and made a baby...ahhh horrible visual, but you get my point. I asked my ridiculously sexy and clearly slightly inebriated waiter which way china town was he managed to put together a complete sentence and sent me along my way. After a long walk I eventually had to stop and ask an Asian... Lesson one: Don’t approach middle age Asian women at night regardless of how fabulous you may be dressed the result will end in a slight yelp and Asian profanities. So then I approached a younger group I was happily met by smiles and the directions I needed. Best believe I asked where the good Ramen was at, and yah cuz they're Asian lol
After I completed my shots I was about to head home when I saw a small crew of alternatively dressed teenagers. I asked them what was going on inside the building with a storefront that read "Bonsai" they mentioned a DJ was Spinning in the basement. Camera in hand I stepped inside and was met by a deaf gay Russian door kid ...lol Our exchange was awkward (first because I didn’t realize he was deaf I thought he was fucking with me) but ended with a hug and a free pass. The phrase "Im a photographer" works in some places not always though. I toured the building ...from courtyard down through the dusty dreary condemned interior. Following the music I was finally reached a dark foggy room illuminated only by one projector screen and happy souls of acid tripping teenagers inside. A small part of me jumped inside and screamed, "This is the shit I LIVE FOR". Talked to the guest DJ for a bit "DJ Pippy Long Stockings" a young lady who I could describe her taste as slow melodic beats churning hip hop versus in a psychedelic rotation that kept your mind at peace but your body in motion. We all took a mutual liking to each other and I was asked to return the next day for a fashion show put together by a group of aspiring fashion designers, which was dubbed Cat Call....(TBC)