Neither here nor there

Sometimes the best paradigm shift comes from the most unlikely of sources – my typically spoiled and undeniably sheltered little brother. Underaged advice of the day: if you know what you want, nothing else matters. Everything else is neither here nor there (of course there was no way he phrased it that eloquently, but that was his point).

Anyways, given that I have work early and I can already feel the effects of old age burrowing deep into my bones, I will keep this post quick and simple. I didn’t want to lose the momentum of consistent posting so I figured I’d at least post some random end of the weekend musings.

Weekend highlights:

1. Spent quality time with the broskis: we watched Elysium, which by the way was so garbage that he didn’t mind using the washroom midway through. And everyone knows, movie washroom breaks are SO taboo.
2. Watched some old, rotund greek man dancing to greek music and throwing paper towels in the sky (wasteful, yet endearing).
3. Went to Chapters and bought a sketch book (I’ve finally decided to hone in on my non-existent artistic abilities). I’m also a stationary slut, and so went ape shit over all the pretty stationary they have on sale.

My weekends are so exciting, I know.

Last post I put up photography by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, picking ones that seemed to integrate best into the musical theme of the post. I’ve decided for this post I would continue with his photos because he definitely has better ones, and overlooking them would be a shame. It was somewhat hard narrowing down which images I wanted to share because I actually like a majority of his pictures, which isn’t always common. He is a french fashion photographer and a videographer (mostly making music videos for many well known artists), with his spectrum of pictures encompassing both the conventional fashion editorials and something a little different. Thank god for massive uploading, because despite my attempts I still could only wither it down to 20+ photos (which is the most I think I’ve ever uploaded yet).

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At first I tried really hard to limit the number of pictures I was going to post because I was afraid I’d run the risk of making this post a little too long and boring… but then I realized it was 1:30 am and that I did not give an ‘eff’.

Art is art, and exposure is awesome. Not that this tiny little blog would make much of a difference, but whatever.

Check out his page for more of his photos and videos: http://www.jeanbaptistemondino.com

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Fancy meeting you here…

Why hello world, nice to see you again.

I know it’s been a while, but life just caught up with me. It’s been a busy few weeks (months really), but I’m taking this lazy evening to compose a long overdue post. I’ll officially be finished my clinical year soon, in four weeks to be exact. What’s more scary then being released into the real world, with no guaranteed job prospects, is the idea of actually having a job that requires taking on life altering responsibilities without the safety blanket of someone way smarter then me.

But the idea of being a REAL adult… one who has a career, a house, a home, a family, or a “forever” relationship (maybe even a car, or at least a bus pass) – is straight up effing daunting . Allegedly there’s no time stamp on these things, but when the world around you is walking in the same direction (supposedly I am of “that” age), you can’t help but want to follow along. Plus, secretly behind this computer screen I really am just another human subject to implausible romantic comedies. But luckily, the pull of societal expectations does not supersede my drive to ultimately do “whateva tha hell  I wan'”.

I had wanted to say Happy Chinese New Year, when it actually was the advent of the New Year. Unfortunately at the time I was actually studying (seriously, I am not joking). But hey it paid off cause eventually I ended up with 100% and 94% on my two presentations, and yes I am totally bragging. After all, you are your own biggest fan (besides your mom of course). Anyways, better late then never: Happy Belated Chinese New Year!

So in late celebration, I’m highlighting fashion photog Chen Man. I read an interview/article about her last year, and have liked her ever since. Beijing born and raised, this 28 year old fashion photographer aims to combine traditional chinese culture with modernism in her photos. Using 3D-photo-fixer-upper techniques (i have no idea what this would actually be called), she has created her own style and has been featured in many different fashion mags. And here I am, JUST getting started.

Sigh.

Self portrait

Chen Man self portrait on the Great Wall


And then again.

I was told I uploaded duplicates during my previous fanatical Lillian Bassman rant. I remedied the problem, and had intended to replace the two photos with two different ones.

But then I realized I ran the risk of them going completely unnoticed, which would be such a pity.

So I’ve decided to just upload them in a new post. If anything, this helps get me back into a more stable regimen of constant posting.

Translucent Hat, 1950

Translucent Hat, 1950

Blowing a kis, Barbara Mullen, c.1950s

By Night, Shining Wool and Towering Heel. Evelyn Tripp, New York, Harper´s Bazaar, 1954

By Night, Shining Wool and Towering Heel. Evelyn Tripp, New York, Harper´s Bazaar, 1954

More Fashion Mileage Per Dress, Barbara Vaughn, NY, Harper´s Bazaar, 1956

Plus, why bother with a new topic when the old is just so damn good. It’s like they say – if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

And yes, I am aware that my two photos, actually turned into four. I couldn’t help but overcompensate a bit, that combined with the fact that I couldn’t narrow it down to two; and spending anymore time trying to decide would result in a complex.

Why?

Because I look positively beastly in hats.

The Bird Crap.


I wrote this whole post, with this whole story and all this other crap… but truthfully it sucked.

So, I deleted it.

My absolute crazy favourite fashion photog obsession. I love her. Love her photos. She is a creative genius. Drum roll.

Lillian Bassman.

A little bit of a brief bio (and I mean brief because 1. I need to be up in like five hours and 2. I’m very important you know):

  • Started off as a textile designer, after a bunch of other career flipping landed a job at Harper’s Bazaar and went into creative photography
  • A majority of her photos are from the late 40’s to 50’s, and she would alter her photos in a dark room, bleaching them, blurring them, hand adding stuff here and there.
  • They’re stunning, elegant, and simply classic.
  • Photos regained popularity in the 90’s and she went at it again.

Unfortunately there’s way too many too upload, so I just picked some of the ones that I like to look at over and over. And even that was hard. I hope you enjoy these babies as much as I do.

The HB Look, Harpers Bazaar c. 1955

The HB Look, Harpers Bazaar c. 1955

It’s a Cinch, New York, Harpers Bazaar, 1958

lingerie series, 1951

lingerie series, 1951

Lillian Bassman, 1947

Lillian Bassman, 1947

The dressing room

The dressing room

The Little Furs, Model: Mary Jane Russell in a cape jacket by Ritter Brothers, New York, Harper's Bazaar c. 1950

The Little Furs, Model: Mary Jane Russell in a cape jacket by Ritter Brothers, New York, Harper’s Bazaar c. 1950

The Spotted Furs, Barbara Mullen, NY, Harper's Bazaar, 1954.

The Spotted Furs, Barbara Mullen, NY, Harper’s Bazaar, 1954.

Carmen having tea, c. 1950

Carmen having tea, c. 1950

Evelyn Tripp, 1958

Evelyn Tripp, 1958

The personal touch, Evelyn Tripp, c.1948

The personal touch, Evelyn Tripp, c.1948

Paris Gala Night, Barbara Mullen in a dress by Patou, Harper's Bazaar, 1949

Paris Gala Night, Barbara Mullen in a dress by Patou, Harper’s Bazaar, 1949

Dior Hat on Barbara Mullen, Ritz, Paris, Harper's Bazaar, 1949.

Dior Hat on Barbara Mullen, Ritz, Paris, Harper’s Bazaar, 1949.

The V-Back Evenings, NY, Harper's Bazaar, 1955.

The V-Back Evenings, NY, Harper’s Bazaar, 1955.

Untitled (Model in gloves and pearl earrings), 1950

Untitled (Model in gloves and pearl earrings), 1950

Across the restaurant, 1949

Across the restaurant, 1949

Fantasy on the dance floor

Fantasy on the dance floor

The line lengthens, 1955

The line lengthens, 1955

Barbara Mullen, Paris, Harper's Bazaar, 1949.

Barbara Mullen, Paris, Harper’s Bazaar, 1949.

Model Unknown, Paris, Chanel Advertising Campaign, 1963

Model Unknown, Paris, Chanel Advertising Campaign, 1963

Anneliese Seubert, NY Times Magazine, 1997

Anneliese Seubert, NY Times Magazine, 1997

The Well Dressed Leg, Dorian Leigh, NY HB 1948

 

 

 

 

wedding Lillian Basman(Disclaimer: I think it’s pretty self explanatory (and painstakingly obvious) that I do not own any of these photos. So obvious that even putting this disclaimer is embarrassingly redundant. Rather, I have collected them from various sites when I went on a, and rightfully so, Lillian Bassman rampage.)

Autumn trees, a leather jacket and The Beatles.

Charm Magazine – March 1959; vintage fashion photograph

I saw a baby being born today, it was pretty cool. She was premature, and so it was actually not a typical vagina delivery but a C-section. She was tiny, and looked like an alien, but she made it. Kind of offsets the whole death thing.

Being the end of my first week in the neonatal intensive care unit at Sunnybrook, I came out of the hospital to find the weather was perfect. There was a refreshing breeze, a high and bright sun, and it smelled amazing – like autumn. I actually love this part of Toronto; it’s still big enough to feel like a city, but has enough trees to pretty up your surroundings with fall colours and fresh air. The best part of my morning commutes is travelling across a bridge that spans over some sort of forest with a river thingy. I waited for a whole thirty three seconds at the bus stop before the cheap asian in me decided I was going to enjoy the weather and walk home instead. After all, I’ve been on a health kick lately and have picked up doing the “Insanity” work outs and eating healthy (and by doing the insanity workouts I really mean I’ve done two videos which ended either with vomit or unsuccessful searches for feasible surgically implanted abs). Anyways, the important thing here is I opted to supplement my new lifestyle with some fresh air. Plus, my iPod was fully charged, and I was feeling pretty damn cool in my leather jacket.

It was probably one of my most enjoyable solo walks ever. Like one of those commercials where the protagonist gallivants around with a bounce in his (or her) step, a goofy smile and shoots little finger guns at everyone or air salutes little old men. But this time my life soundtrack alternated between various upbeat Beatle’s tracks like “A hard day’s night”, “I want to hold your hand” and “I will”.

Although I had to cross a road that clearly wasn’t made to encourage crossing, only to get to the entrance of what looked like a highway (I wasn’t even sure I was allowed to walk here), it was worth it. One, because I got to take my time crossing my little bridge of trees, two, they were colourful, and three, I felt like I was in the hunger games.

So, 90 minutes, one broken flat, three pounds, deathly dehydration, a leg cramp and a severe foot blister later – I made it home. And I saved a bus token.

Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.

Dear trees, thank you for keeping my air clean, my skies blue and my clouds wispy.

River thingy… my hunger games campsite.