sxsw photo literacy pt ii.

thursday!

on day two there were 7 of us girls rarin' to go.
on the flight to austin, laura made a (boy)friend who invited us to a party at red seven.
there we saw:
hard lessons

fool's gold

lucero

then we trotted our way over to rusty spur to catch the end of the d'urbs and have a mini hamilton reunion..

after that lo sash and i went and hung out with our cousin tim and got some mexican food and margaritas at polvo's... delicious!

after that we went to meet up with our gals at the cedar street courtyard. jackie had arrived. our 8 pack was complete.
laura, our thursday hero, managed to finagle us into the blackberry party where we got to see:
sam roberts band

the delta spirit (this was a huge sacrifice for me because it was at this exact time that herman dune was slotted to play at buffalo billiards, missing them is almost one of my least favourite things to do, ever.)

i stayed so that i could see the black lips, because i've never seen them live before. two years ago, sasha, sarah, nichole and i missed them by five minutes at the mink in houston...

and last but certainly not least, we got to see primal scream.
not that i'm a huge fan or anything but it was just cool to be able to see them, even though we were pretty smashed by then...

we then wandered the streets and met up with chris bell (not before laura jumped on the side of an S.U.V. and grinded with it)
i somehow convinced the group to go to ms. bea's so that we could watch herman dune do a ten minute acoustic set at 3.20am.
it was getting close to that time and herman dune wasn't in sight.
i was pretty bummed but my mood changed while watching the ten minute acoustic set of best friends forever

that, and somehow finding a cab at 330 was a beautiful end to our night.

sxsw photo literacy pt. i

wednesday.

we started off our week by going back to our roots and joining the lovely folks at the canadian blast bbq. the bill included bands i've seen more times than i can count on one hand but still a great show nonetheless...
two hours traffic

our homeboys, the arkells.

mother mother, sans crazy chick.

beast. from montreal. (didn't pay too much attention to them, as we were stealing pop from the bbq next to us, through a fence)

the lovely edmontonians,
shout out out out out

after our first long day in the gorgeous and ferociously hot sun, we went home to nap and recharge for the red bull party at the moon tower.
there, we got to see my cousin's band
i love you but i've chosen darkness

before the next band, we started a crazy dance party.
music courtesy of dj diabetic

aka sheppard ferry, the artist behind the famous obama hope illustration:

next up was the always crazy, always entertaining
monotonix

which is where we were moshing in the company of mr. joseph gordon levitt, of "3rd rock from the sun" fame. and "10 things i hate about you" fame. soon to be "500 days of summer" fame.

(babe)
we stumbled home around 5am but couldn't fall asleep until around 7 because of all the red bull that was flowing through our veins.
that shit works!!
(free vodka redbulls=dangerous)

projet runway dedication

pretty pathetic that this 'blog' is turning into a shitty synopsis of project runway canada BUT i felt the necessity to update considering last night's episode kinda made my last post about it look illegit.

RECENTLY, ON PROJECT RUNWAY CANADA.
hamiltonian jason and shitty bitchface genevieve returned to fight their way back into the competition where they allowed them to do or die in the 'gimme shelter' teams of two battle. the deal was that they couldn't just come in second, they had to win the episode in order to stay on the show. the judges made first place a two way tie, crowning FOUR fucking people as the victors (sunny, jessica, jason and *cringe* genevieve) forcing adejoke and *cringe* kim off the show.


long story short, hamilton's still got a shot!

mystery unfolded

before:

i don't have a bathmat in my clawfoot tub, but until last sunday, i never really thought about needing one.  on that beautiful afternoon, my sister took two of my nieces and i for mani/pedis at the burlington mall.  i chose a sweet seafoam green colour nailpolish for my toenails, but of course O.P.I. has the whackest names for their polish so it was called something like: "california hear me?" not actually, but something as dumb as that.  i sat in the massage chair and soaked my nasty size 10w feet in the soapy tub, allowing the piss warm water to soften my calloused corny skin.  when the esthetician started shaving the dead skin off, her reaction was appalling and i was pretty embarrassed. it took 5 times longer than it normally does, as the mounds of dead skin piled up beside her. (to my [dis]credit, i hadn't had a pedi in over 5 years).

when i got home i hopped in the shower and almost broke my back because the tub was so slippery.  i couldn't figure out why until i looked down at my pretty feet and realized that all my dead skin was keeping my grip on the mat-less tub... 

i think the gross may outweigh the funny.

after:

PRC spoiler alert!

Last night as I watched Project Runway Canada with my sister, I cried and cried and cried...

Not just because I have my period. 

And not just because the episode focused on women who have survived breast cancer (except one woman who apparently lost her battle after the episode finished filming), but also because our dear contestant JASON MEYERS, who hailed from our great city of Hamilton bit the dust on last night's episode. (Deservedly so, since his dress was hideous)

but still!

HIS BIO:

Jason Meyers, 31
"I'm hungry for victory. I want to show the nation what my brand is all about."

Steeltown boy Jason Meyers wants women to feel happy, comfortable and stylish in his designs. "I also try to be innovative yet timeless," adds the designer from Hamilton, Ont. After studying at the International Academy of Design & Technology in Toronto, he launched his eponymous line in 2006. Jason believes his designs get better with age, but will this be his vintage year?

NOPE!

this week in pictures

movin' IN

I saw Movin' Out last night at Hamilton Place with my grandmother and father.  I pretty much forced them to come with me, seeing as no one else would, because i love musicals and i LOVE billy joel.  i also adore the movie center stage, and i thought twyla tharp choreographed most of the dances in that film, which could be a total lie.  either way, i was excited to see the choreography in the show.

2 out of 3 ain't bad, considering movin' out is NOT a musical.

It's barely even a play.

It's pretty much just a house band that's perched ab

ove the stage on scaffolding playing billy joel songs while 12 or so dancers are moving to the music.

i was pretty pissed at first because i thought it was a huge ripoff. but then i started to appreciate the insanely creative choreography. wicked cool. unfortunately the dancers didn't fully do it justice which is a shame because it was obvious how talented twyla tharp actually is.

the only shitty thing that twyla did was string billy's songs together in order to create a story line (ie. mamma mia!), but unfortunately, it was not only a weak plot but it also didn't really make that much sense.

HOWEVER, the character named emily (i think) was a really great dancer.  so great, in fact, that her mother, who was sitting directly in front of us, turned around let us know how great she was every two minutes.  she was extremely distracting and annoying.

the showtime momma was super duper crazy... she had a teddy bear with her, presumably to give to her daughter after her show, but during the performance, she was playing with the teddy bear and making it dance on her neighbour's shoulder.

definitely the best part of my night.