Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category
Alan is My Hero
For my homeboy Alan who I hear has won yet another race! Congrats.
Not Alone
I took this shot of Marco a couple of weeks ago while we were in Bramps. When I was processing it I thought he looked like some sort of archeologist so I told him to draw something in the dirt for me. I was pretty happy when he sent me the photo back with the alien ship. Johnnie was kind enough to draw in the alien.
For the love of Bramps
I shot these yesterday afternoon on a drive through the country with Marco and Alan. I love Brampton farmland. I LOVE the Brampton badlands. I love rural Bramps because it’s wholly (Holy?!) nostalgic. I love it because it’s pure and fresh. I love it most because it’s fleeting. Suburban sprawl seems to be devouring everything these days.
Punk Rock Pathetic
After spending the afternoon at the Riverdale Art Walk, Dar and I dropped by an art event at Knox called “Rezound”. I contributed the above photos for the Rezound zine. The words are by Emily from an article that she wrote about the Clash for Geez Magazine last year called Punk Rock Pathetic. As you can probably tell I am really liking overlaying Helvetica Bold over my photos these days.
Neglect
My friend Ali tells me that when I neglect my blog she wanders off onto the sites of my linked friends. This amuses me because I’m often rambling about how I want everyone I know and love to know and love each other. So if neglect leads to community is it such a bad thing?
Just do your thing, Baby
Alyssa says: Ha ha where do I start on this one? I’ve had a scan of the photo of me (left) for a while waiting for inspiration to blog about it. What better inspiration than to find this photo of my friend Dar (right) on facebook? When I was a baby I LOVED photo albums. I was obsessed. I would steal them, hide in the corner and look at them over and over again. Also I am wearing aspen barrettes and a crisp white shirt (a typical outfit of 26 year old Alyssa). Dar for obvious reasons is one of my favourite people to photograph (especially in leisure wear basking in the sun). Look at the little starlet striking a pose. It amuses me to no end to see us both in diapers (and at our respective childhood coffee tables) doing what we like best. All this makes me think that very little has changed in 25 years - and that is oddly comforting.
When She Smiles
