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My Studiomate Jacinthe got this killer patch in Mexico.

And I got this tomato at P.A
Barry M nailpaint in Turquoise topped with Wet n’ Wild Party of Five Glitters.

In pro-ing up news , the beau and I now have gallery representation for the #artlife. That’s pretty awesome for us on lots of levels but it does mean that we will no longer be selling our prints and posters ourselves out of the studio or online shop. Our Etsy shop is closing down for good this evening, if you ever wanted to grip anything , grip it now. Changes are coming, life is pretty cool.

Adult Life

Recently , while chilling with an old friend I hadn’t seen in a long-assed time , I mentioned that I was going back to school in the fall , to which they replied “It’s great you’re getting back on track, soon you’ll have a real adult life.” I laughed it off , grabbed the beau and hightailed it outta there.

It was the most insulting thing anyone had said to me in years and having been the singer in a noise rock band, I’m no stranger to insult. I certainly don’t feel that my life has ever really been off any track , to the contrary , I feel like shit’s going pretty groovy. I suppose a time comes in any #artlife , where you realize some of your more 9-5 friends think you are a fucking loser. A big one. Without being in debt , legal troubles or addicted to anything harder than coffee , you are a certified fuck up for not having outgrown your desire to _______. When you are in your 20’s it’s generally family that fills that role , now I have friends former friends who wanna make me feel horrible for what exactly? Prioritizing making making work over making money?

It’s got me thinking 2 things , 1) that I never need to talk to that person again and 2) how exactly does an “adult life” look when one is a full time artist? I keep looking at my friends who are visual artists , who are musicians and I’m pretty sure they are all adults , leading adult lives. I guess the third question would be 3) Why do so many people equate adulthood with spending large amounts of time doing dull things and owning real estate? #artlife is sometimes a grind , I imagine most things are , it’s my life , I’m pretty sure I’m an adult ( with my life “on track” no less) and I’m stoked about 95% of the time that I’m awake. When I not stoked it’s usually ’cause my cat shat on the floor or because I’m reading the news.

In the stairwell of the building where the studio lives. Dress Sarah made , Keds from Winners , 18$. OCC lip tar in Pretty Boy on the face.

The best medicine for any type of existential dilemma is preventative , it’s too not spend time with assholes.


And in totally depressing fashion/misogyny news.


Cotton dress , pharaonic motif. Traded for scones at clothing swap back in the winter. Handmade sandals from Siamese Dream Design on Etsy , 35$. Earrings from H&M , cheap. Bracelet , dealt with latter.


Ontario plums are in season. Blouse , Cheap Opulance. It’s all about the accessories really.

Birthday gift last year from Alex and Jess , made and og sold in Egypt , bought in a thrifty in Montreal.

Here’s a necklace Tammer brought me back from Egypt , gripped in a bazaar in Cairo? Or was it Alexandria? It’s plastic. Friends’ academic research brings me bling.

Mr snake didn’t like being photographed close-up on my wrist , he preferd chilling on some books about jazz. Another bauble from Tammer’s travels in Egypt.

Almost everything in these pics was given to me. Thanks pals. You help me look ridiculous glamorous.

Here’s a great article on who outsourcing of labor hurts ,fashion edition . Hint : it’s not the CEOs.

Trey Wouldn’t Think Much Of This Post

Master of Puppets shirt from some metal store in suburban Austin , gift from the beau. Same gungy cut off cords I wear like 4 days a week , beau’s cast offs.Fishnets from Winners, 1$ (score! , I bought 4 pairs.) , crazy blazer from Cheap Opulance. Sarah knows my weaknesses for blazers and jumpsuits and anything ridiculous. braided chain is from a Value Village somewhere in Saskatchewan and was 1$ , touring thrugh that part of Canada was only good for thrifting. Lipstick is OCC liptar in Katricia (discontinued shade).

Trey Azagthoth of Morbid Angel on Metallica shirts , 1991.

Found in Arizona

Almost 2 years ago , on tour with the band , we took a day off in Phoenix at the request of a friend there at when he went to work , we hit the thrifties.
I found this necklace at a Salvation Army for a dollar.
With sarcophagus charms bought from a street vendor in Vienna for 5€ each.

In context. Silk blouse and rayon skirt both from MCC thrift shop in Winnipeg, 2$ and 1.50$ respectively. Dig the patern on the skirt , MCC is pretty much the best and cheapest thrifty ever , Winnipeg = fashion town , who knew? Blazer from Cheap Opulance , lipstick is OCC lip tar in Banjee . Alex’s ex keyboard , lurking. Got sold at the garage sale.

Wore it again today w/ silk tee I gripped at the Sally Ann in Sherbrooke for 1$ and then tie dyed ’cause I’m like that. zShorts from Cheap Opulance , belt from Local 23 10$ , bracelet from H&M 2$ , eyes are wearing MAC eyeshadow in Orange. I’m no longer buying MAC products as they are now selling in China and testing on animals. Fuck you , MAC. Friendship necklace is selfmade , they keep multiplying. Notice how my boots are untied in both pics , such a slob.

In contrast to my 1$ secondhand necklace , my favorite atheist blogger , Greta Christina has some stuff to say about fashion , money and $ privilege.

The Myth Of The “Investment Piece”

A while ago , I read an article on The Hairpin that stuck in my craw. The author, in support of of emerging fashion designers , came across as an Anthony Bourdain of style. Tone deaf, classist and utterly confused , conflating ideas of durability and high end, fairly made and “luxe” , “mindfulness” as buying a 200$ sweatshirt vs the zombie oblivion of shopping at Forever 21. Also , dismissing rayon. Lovely , drapey, comfortable rayon. And the idea that expense is investment. Buried in all this was the notion that buying the right things is a way to be a better person. More money to buy even better things , then you are probably some humanitarian; saving worker, the environment all the while helping out struggling indie designers. It must fee great to be able to afford to save the world , one t-shirt at a time.

 I’m pretty sure the concept of the “investment piece” is something fashion editors came up with in order to part women from their money. The idea on the surface is absurd , wardrobe basics that are so “classic ” they never look dated and are quality made so never pill or lose their shape sounds great I guess if your weight never changes and if you aren’t a klutz who spills everything on everything else (Hi!) but does this actually pan out in reality?

It sounds like pure magical thinking. How long does anyone really wear these investment pieces for anyway?

My own idea of an investment in style is one of more time and daring than money.  It’s not a closet of “staples” you accessorize and is not even an article of clothing. It’s having a personal style strong enough to keep you at least somewhat immune to the ever changing trends. If you look like an insaniac , you can make whatever you want to wear work for you. The ability to break rules , even your own , without breaking a sweat is the best style investment you can make. And it only costs in attitude.


Does it fit, does it look good, is it going to wear without falling apart, is it totally awesome and make you feel like a million bucks , does it make you wanna starte at yourself , does it make you wanna go out and show off? Then it’s an investment piece. Investment pieces are laying in wait at your local thrifty , some of them quite luxe, many of them under 10$.

I think getting a dress for 10$ because one or more ladies has already worn in is much better all around than a dress for 10$ because it was made by severely underpaid workers in countries without environmental laws. It’s also more in my scrounger budget. Not to say I don’t think it’s worth it to support emerging designers. I feel as a creative I have a responsibility to support my brothers and sisters in arms. But no feel good hard sell is gonna convince me that a 100$ scarf is an investment. I’ll be buying well made accessories from indie designers who sell at fair prices that fellow creatives can afford.

I chose in invest wisely, in some vintage bangles from the Salvation Army in Sherbrooke for 50¢ each.
This linen skirt was another cleaver investment. I don’t remember what it cost but it’s from the Salvation Army store downtown and I bought it 7 years ago and have been wearing it year round and often ever since. Rayon sleeveless blouse from thrifty in Winnipeg, 1.50$. Tarnished braided chain was 2$ at a Value Village in Red Deer. Shoes are from Winners, 50$ , bough 2 summers ago. Lips are a mix of Vintage and Tarred lip tar from OCC.

Picnics, Bike Trips & Draw, Draw , Draw!

I always feel nostalgic in the summer, thinking of every fun thing I’ve ever done when the weather is nice and try to find away to get as much of that fun in my current one while staying uber productive. As an avid winter hater , I feel a responsibility verging on pressure to enjoy the warmth. I want to say this summer is especially intense , artwork wise , but thinking back it seems every summer for the past decade has been so.
Life is groovy, life is great. The beau and I are in the prelim phase for 3 major exhibitions so that means we’ve just been drawing nonstop since our return from Winnipeg (what we did there , btw)an it’s groovy and great. Listening to podcasts loudly to drown out the neighbors non-stop stoop hangs, drinking enough iced green tea to have perma-shakes , loving the Pilot sign pen for inking. Massive, massive fucking print sesh looming. I feel the rest of the summer will be very inky.
Sometimes I leave the drawing table, 3 picnics in the past week, count ’em.

Shorts , blouse , blazer from Cheap Opulance , belt from Local 23 , 10$.Lips , OCC lip tar in NSFW. Georges is totally unfazed as I demo the latest trend, cat as hat.

Linen tank acquired in swap , cut offs from boyfriend’s thrifted cords , selfmade necklace , belt from The Gap was 4$ in boxing day sale.

Maybe you live in Montreal and have the urge to get inky or painty or something-or-othery? We are looking for an awesome studiomate.

I Like Bananas , Because They Have No Bones

I’m terrified of my hallway.

yellow jumpsuit , yellow wall
Jumpsuit from Cheap Opulance , sandals 35$ from Siamese Dream Design , necklace from a shop in Paris , 15€.

Sinful Colors in What’s Your Name with Orly Matte top coat. Looks like Sinful’s parent company , Revlon , might have gone over to the dark side with animal testing for the Chinese market. Giant boo on that noise. There’s a petition here , if you hate vivisection. I won’t be buying this brand until Revlon make a clear statement that they aren’t going to be testing. It’s easy to dismiss petitions but it actually worked with Urban Decay.

The Nightime is The Biketime

Last night my pal Walter Scott had a wee party to show off his window display at the very fancy(you should seeeeee all the floral dresses! Yum!) Citizen Vintage. The window was filled with ephemera of his comic Wendy. Or as it could be subtitle , the misadventures of a 20-something Montreal art world spazz. If you went to art school or hung out with folks who did , you know a or several Wendys. Maybe you are or where Wendy? I was for a while in my youth before i got it together but it seems Wendydom is always just a flail away.

Here’s an interview with Walter in Vice , on Wendy. You can buy the comic from his Etsy shop for 8 bones. 60 pages , total scrounge value.

On the ride home. Rayon romper and sequin belt both from-where else ? Cheap Opulance. Bag from Little Burgundy, matching lips are wearing OCC Liptar in Safety Orange. I’m wrestling with my self control cause I don’t *need* new makeup , I can’t really *afford* new makeup but I *want* the new OCC concealer so intensely, I’m afraid I might have some psychological disorder. Has anyone gripped that shit yet?