Yesssss. Bacon & eggs have never been more perfect.
Pantone Pairings by David Schwen
Yesssss. Bacon & eggs have never been more perfect.
Pantone Pairings by David Schwen
The time I felt most alive…
… when I sat with seven strangers from around the world, sprawled out on a delectable Turkish rug at 5AM while the call to prayer sounded from the mosque.
It almost felt… surreal.
Itching to travel.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS?
I need one of these…
Reminds me of Svanevej.
will forever remind me of when melissa visited during reading week and on her final day, we laid in my bed and smoked all morning before her flight.
Man oh man. This long weekend was exactlywhat I needed to refresh myself for another month of work - I’m on my 4th month already, can you believe it?
Anyway, I feel so guilty of using Instagram over both my DSLR and LC-A+… but the convenience factor just trumps everything. I can’t help it :(
So here it is, an Instagram’d summary of what’s been hiphophappenin’ lately:
Work has been, oh you know, eventful… [BBDO Toronto]
Finally getting the chance to explore TO, bit by bit [Royal Conservatory of Music]:
Reconnecting with high school and elementary school friends- good food, good company [Mississauga Rib Fest]:
Discovering TO’ very own island getaway and riding a tandem bike with the best friend [Ward’s Island]:
Reuniting with the Copenhagen ladies with the best sangria I’ve ever had [Alice Fazooli]:
Meeting new friends along the way:
Falling in love with the lead singer of the BPM Krew [Biermkt - Esplanade]:
Having a grand ol’ time at the company summer party [C-Lounge]:
And experiencing my first EDM festival with amazing friends, which was too amazing to put into words [VELD]:
… and being blown in the face with bass by Bassnectar:
and just lovin’ it:
Not to mention, prepping myself for the second day of VELD with one of my favorite housemates ever [Espresso Bar]:
Let’s keep it goin’.
I’ve been itching to make these spicy kale chips ever since Julia had mentioned them to me a few weeks ago.
I love trying all these “super” foods - quinoa, kale… the list goes on. So, when I heard that kale chips were almost as good as real people chips, I was ecstatic to try it out… considering that I geneoursly gave myself two “cheat weeks” from gym time. Ooops.
They’re super easy to make and the crunchiness satisfies the chip craving… at least for a bit before I reach for the Pringles.
Step 1: Gather yo kale and wash it out.
Step 2: Pat dry. Like, bone-dry, dry.
Step 3: Thoroughly cover in olive oil.
Step 4: Squeeze some lime juice for a kick.
Step 5: Spread evenly on foil with ample space between the leaves. Pop em in the oven for 10 minutes (they burn uber easily) and watch them shrivel.
Step 6: Sprinkle seasoning and spices to your heart’s desire. You can dust it on, or put everything in a ziplock and shake it up.
Go easy on the salt though. We’re trying to be healthy, no? I added some sumac (which is citrus-y) and a bit of Moroccan spice to mine.
And tadaaaaaa, you’re done!
Happy healthy eating!
I’m about to start the third week of work (aka: adult life) and it’s incredible because I have absolutely no idea how time just flew by.
Before I get all weird and reflective, I’ve just got to just put this out there:
I am so fortunate to go into work every day and love what I do.
If you know me at all, you would understand that passion is my biggest driver in life (there I go, all up in life-chat mode) and I can’t see myself anywhere else but in the ad world. The agency life. I went through a classic case of CPG VS agency internal dilemma and I’m hella glad I figured it out. Don’t get me wrong, there are definite trade offs but you give and take in life.
Anyway, this new beginning has given me the opportunity to set new goals that fortunately, don’t involve GPAs and achieving the “co-chair” position (the commies at Queen’s know what I’m talking about). Rather, these goals seem even more real and well, challenging. For example…
The Cannes Lions Int’l Festival of Creativity is happening in just under a month and I’m just starting to get myself acquainted with all that jazz. There’s an Under 30s portion at the festival that celebrates creative work from the fresh blood in the industry, including competitions, classes, and exhibitions. I can’t even begin to express how exciting this is… it looks like I’ve got just about eight years to get my ass to The Under 30s at Cannes.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. At least that’s what I’m convinced of, considering the amount of bullying that happened yesterday between the Beach Slam Boys and myself - it’s almost like we were never apart.
The boys took a trip back to good ol’ TO, so we decided to hit up the Jay’s game (my first one, ever) since it was such a beautiful day. Little did I know I’d run into Tay as well - so many good things in one day!
Instagram’d the hell out of the day, I couldn’t help it. It really does give the most dull photos a boost:
Jays vs Mets
Tanning by the fountain.
Our trip to the St. Lawrence Market. I think I fell in love with the place (cheese = love). I can’t wait to live the life of not having to drive to the grocery store…
Catcity and I reunited!
Great start to the weekend! With all this free time (hah… before work starts again on Tuesday), I’ve finally started to watch Mad Men from the beginning. So far, Don Draper’s a genius.
Upon graduation, I embarked on a 6-day trip to Paris and Lyon with a friend of mine from exchange. Here’s a few snaps from my trip to the land of cheese and wine (and may I add, stinky subway trains):
Waking up to this on our first morning. Can’t really complain, y’know?
Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise
Cemeteries really are serene places.
This was by Jim Morrison’s grave.
Ah, there it is, the metal asparagus. A 3-hour wait fail.
Sacre Coeur by night.
Moulin Rouge didn’t really live up to my imaginary standards. Always thought it was bigger and less… fake. That’s not even the right word for it.
What a dream, Montmartre - easily one of my favorite places.
Olya and I stumbled across Refuge de Fondue when we got lost in Montmartre and decided to come back for a celebratory dinner. Well worth it. It’s a crammed little number (I literally had to climb over the table and shimmy into the seat) but we managed to meet some locals and Germans who were sitting about a hand span’s away from my face.
Paris by night. We ended up meeting some friends from the hostel and headed off to watch the Eiffel tower sparkle at midnight - an amazing sight to spend with strangers. After polishing off a few bottles of wine in front of the tower, we decided to head back to Montmartre (metro ends at 130am - too early, in my opinion) and settled in for a few more drinks at a local Parisian bar.
Olya and I ended up finally catching a 3-hour free walking tour to all the main sights in Paris. We ended up with a great Aussie tour guide, Jacqueline who was appropriately inappropriate…
And stopping to pose again, wooooooo!
Lyon was on our agenda and I couldn’t be happier, despite the ridiculously expensive train tickets. Paris is beautiful, but not quite my taste as a city. On the other hand, Lyon really surprised me with its charm and I couldn’t help but make grand comparisons with good ol’ Copenhagen. Regardless, it’s a dainty little place (just kidding, it’s one of the largest cities in France, after Paris I believe) and I really wish I had more time to explore!
By the riverside book market. Old postcards are so precious. Too bad we never send them anymore. E-mails don’t really cut it…
After a 40-minute climb up deathly stairs…
Managed to spend a few hours at Palais de Tokyo, which houses a great contemp/modern art exhibition. Amazing lone adventure!
Finally, Fear Eats The Soul
Sorry for the lack of text and insight in this post. There are a lot of thoughts running through my mind and I better let it fester and sort itself out before engaging in some serious verbal diarrhea here on Tumblr.
People will occasionally try to take advantage of your good nature and you need to be able to say ‘No’ and ‘Fuck you’ when necessary.
After getting my LC-A+ in the mail back in September, I have been dying to take the camera out on a spin. With everything going on, I never really found the time to do it until my grad trip in Punta Cana. SO glad I chose to go with the classic classic LC-A+… the vignetting and the colors are just so ridiculous amazing!
Working at Lomography opened my eyes to a whole new world of photography last summer. I love digital photography and I’m constantly trying my hand at it… but this is something new. The thrill and surprise element in analogue photography is something that digital photography just can’t replace.
Here are a few shots that turned out beautifully. The film I used worked really well on the beach but my closeups were a bit of a fail… lesson learnt. Can’t wait to finish shooting my next roll!
While we were out on our scuba dive…
Blurry birthday vision. Fitting.
Montreal graffiti: if only this one had been a bit brighter!
Currently lounging at the back of the coach, listening to a mix tape that I made for a friend about half a year ago in November.
Things have come a long way since then: a little heartbreak, a little bit of bouncing back, a bit of stress from organizing Synergy, a LOT of joy and pride in Muse, newly founded soul mates, a 180 degree turn in attitude toward academics (aka: senioritis) and now, a ton of changes — good ones, challenging ones to tackle in the upcoming months.
Undergrad is over (and by over, I really mean two finals away from being completely finished) and now we’re all off to tread on another fresh canvas, just like we did four years ago. It’s all so frightening but the only thing I can say is (embarrassingly enough): COME AT ME BRO.
But no, in all seriousness, I’m ready for a change in scene. Never had a problem with change: I get over the “firsts”, the social jitters (my social awkwardness level:800) and then it all settles in. I just hate dwelling too long in one place or on one thing. I love fresh starts and I have this insatiable thirst to create: I like leaving my mark, making my statement and moving on, as long as it’s something I am passionate about.
I was chatting with the broski last night, and I finally figured out the fundamental difference between the two of us (despite the fact that we’re six years, one day apart… so technically, our stars are aligned in the same way…): he was born a risk taker, and I was born a dream chaser — it’s what revs me up for life.
So, dedicated to all the post-grad changes coming my way: I’m ready.