Thursday, April 10, 2014

My Birthday Trip to Nevada and Arizona. Day Three.

On our third and last full day in the American Southwest, Dad and I hit up RA Sushi, in Las Vegas. It was so delicious and surprisingly well priced that we took my friends back there for dinner that same night. 


Noon is not too early for saké, when you're on vacation.


Within hours of heading out on the first day, I added driving all over this area on an old Triumph or Harley to my bucket list. 


Near Blue Diamond, NV.


We headed West, past Red Rock Canyon at first. I guess I still harbored hope we'd make it to Los Angeles but it was not meant to be this time around!


And then back to Red Rock Canyon we went.




Dad.







That night, after more sushi, Dad went back to our room to work on an assignment and the guys and I went to Frankie's Tiki Room, where I drank more than anyone should the night before flying.



Circus Circus.


My dad, who is an unbelievably potent lady magnet, grabbing a bite to eat before our flight to Washington DC.


Flying over the Rockies.


Over Washington DC, heading back to Montreal.


Some of the goodies I brought back.





I hadn't been back twenty-four hours when I began planning my next trip to the Southwest and, even though I have two smaller trips and a big trip to Scotland coming up before I get to return, I feel a pull from that general direction on a daily basis. I'll be returning with my kids and a friend, this winter, but I'm already planning on spending several months to a year in that general area, some time within the next few years.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

My Birthday Trip to Nevada and Arizona. Day Two.

 On March 15th, we stayed in Las Vegas. While my chums slept in, Dad and I checked out the art district. There are so many more photos of both Glam Factory Vintage and of Gypsy Caravan but I'm working on a piece for either Vintage Maya or for this blog so, for now, this is it.


On the sidewalk, between Glam Factory Vintage and Gypsy Caravan.


Gypsy Caravan sneak peek.





Possibly my favourite photo from this trip is my father making this face in these glasses.


Before and after checking out the National Atomic Bomb Testing Museum, we spent a little bit of time on the Strip.




Funhouse "alien vision" mirror at the museum.


At the end of the day, we all headed up to Fremont Street and had an amazing time. 5 Guinness for $12? Yes, please. This is my dad and I. It's official that he and Amanda are my favourite travel companions, followed very closely by Bob, who would complete a top three, if he didn't mind getting up to experience shit before noon. Different strokes, folks.


Santa enjoyed the hell out of the U2 cover band and happily posed with a variety of people.


I whimpered a bit when Predator stepped towards me. 


The one and only downside of ridiculously cheap stout is that only a handful of your cell phone photos turn out well enough to post. This was, however, a fantastic night and I truly enjoyed being part of such a positive and warm party scene.

Monday, April 7, 2014

My Birthday Trip To Nevada and Arizona. Day One.

My birthday wish was to be at the Grand Canyon's South Rim at sunset, the day I turned 34. The day before, two of my friends, my father and I flew into Las Vegas on separate flights. I had booked a room for my chums and I but when Dad booked a room with two beds, I chose to stay with him and, in the end, this was the best thing that I could have done as we were rolling on the same schedule and were inclined to see the same the things. 

Determine to fulfill my wish, we hit up one of Vegas' Trader Joe's for road snackage and then headed East, on the morning of March 14th.

Our first stop was Hoover Dam.



Boulder City, Nevada.



Somewhere in Western Arizona.




We detoured so that I could finally get a glimpse of Historic Route 66.




This wagon and jailhouse are from 1860.




Despite everyone along the way telling us we probably wouldn't make it on time, we arrived at the Grand Canyon South Rim a half hour before sunset. My dad looked down at me and said, "We made it. Happy birthday," and those were the most amazing five words I'd heard in a long time.








Sunday, April 6, 2014

On Fashion Writing, (Mis)Representation, Compromise and Myself

Right as I had decided to start blogging for myself, over here, on a more regular basis, I got picked up by three other blogs. My experiences have been varied and I'm now pausing to openly contemplate my future as a writer.

The original idea was that I would write for other people's blogs for a year and then use the portfolio this created as a springboard that would hopefully lead me to print. In the meantime, I would add to this blog when I could, work on my first novel when I could and do all of this secondary to my clothing line. Now I find myself with a rapidly growing portfolio but feeling like quantity might be outweighing quality. There are some pieces I don't share on my portfolio or even on my facebook page because I know they're fluffy and, while I don't hand in any writing I'm not satisfied with, I also try to be picky about which pieces as I put forth as representations of myself. This aside, the writing I do is time-consuming. It's hours away from my family, from my designing, and from more inspired writing. All of this is okay if I love what I do.

1. I write for a local blog that is aimed at models. The purpose is to inform them of which shows are run how and to give them a hand navigating through the wilderness that is our fashion scene. I touch upon everything from an event's overall level of professionalism to the length of poses to the styling to the music selection and volume.

I do enjoy attending local fashion shows, as each one presents me with valuable lessons on what to do (and not do) when I present my own work and, while I do appreciate that not all shows are meant to be big, seamless productions, my tendency is to tell the truth, objectively but regardless. Where I'm struggling is with the amount of censoring I must apply to my pieces. If I attend a show where hems aren't pressed, zippers are twisted up, price tags are dangling from pieces, clothing is ill-fitting and long threads dangle from seams here and there, I am not allowed to write about it. I consider myself somewhat talented when it comes to balancing out positive and negative critiquing but the exceptionally low word count cap I have and the fact that I am forbidden to criticize negatively, leaves me with no choice but to sugar coat everything and to, essentially, fib. I think that, in the same way that I must select articles that represent me, models must do the same with their work and so I feel that all information is necessary.

My only other beef with this gig is that is leaves me yearning. Seeing all of these pieces walk down the runway makes me want to describe style elements, textures, styling decisions and sewing techniques. Astri Prugger Designs, Nisse, Travis Taddeo and Brit Wacher's designs make it hard for me not to elaborate. I want to meet with them in their environments, pick their brains and then share everything I've learned with you so that you can also appreciate them.

2. I write for an American vintage lifestyle blog. Or this is what it was when I was first hired, a little over a month ago. I was told to write about local vintage life so I wrote a piece on Montreal's evolving burlesque scene and three pieces on local shops that perpetuate vintage living. Two weeks ago, I was told that the site the blog is affiliated with will soon begin selling items and that my blog pieces should tie into said goods. I was told that I could write about vintage lifestyle from time to time but that my focus has to shift over to "vintage lamps, sofas, scarves, etc.". I can't say I'm feeling that.

EDIT (April 30th): Things have taken a turn for the best and I'm excited about the new directions I'm headed in with this blog.

3. I was hired by a seemingly prominent men's fashion blog, based in the UK. I pitched several ideas to them and they proceeded to write about each one before hiring me, which more than irritated me but I bit my tongue because I wanted the experience. We talked numbers and it was agreed that they would pay me half of what the Montreal blog pays me for pieces that are three times as long and require double the research. I submitted a shopping guide for end-of-season resort travels. I was then asked to switch over to entertainment writing and was asked to cover "style icon" Kanye West. Confederate flag-wearing Kanye, gentlemen? One day, if I write for a magazine and they ask me to cover someone I abhor, I will do as asked and do it well. Will I do it for $17? No. I asked them if I could write bi-weekly, given the recent genre shift and was told that this might be possible as of next month. I think I know what I need to do in this case.

I recently decided that waiting a year to begin writing for print is nonsense. I pitched the editor-in-chief of a prominent fashion magazine last week and will pitch someone every week until I get a bite. That was proactive decision number one.

I think the second important decision I have made is to once more bring some of my focus back to this blog. I may not get paid to write here but I am free to be creative and honest and, while I will indeed share news of my line, I will never sell out and start covering a product. I write about many things but, when it comes to blogging, I like to keep it to lifestyle and fashion. I will continue to write for the local blog, for the experience it is providing me with, and will do my best to filter myself, as counter-intuitive as that is, but I think I'll be fishing for better leads when it comes to writing for others.


Saturday, March 8, 2014

En Pointe Fashion Show. My latest piece for The Models' Coach.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

My Latest Post for Vintage Maya

I've started a three-part series on shops that propagate vontage lifestyles in St-Henri: Part one.

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