Sunday, November 28, 2010

21. participaction

if they ever say anything about me, i hope it's that i participated
i didn't take this shot. but i participated

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

17. drinkin' days

4:30pm. view out my window.
4:35pm. start drinking and smoking cause what else can you do when it's pitch black by 5pm.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

16. fog

sometimes there are full moons and shrouded fogs and random shows on sleepless nights and friends appear out of thin air from switzerland via beirut

Monday, November 22, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

day 12. show

sometimes i forget how much i love going to shows
*not digitally altered. 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

day 9. dan makes the cut

used to spend every day in pop mania. now i just go visit. dan misses me terribly, can't you tell

Monday, November 15, 2010

day 8. i miss spending every day in a cinema

 cinema du parc, projection booth, mid-90s. reels and reels of stories.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

day 6. love and anguish.

today is full. of love and pain and friends and babies and scripture and blues and brunches and shows and a wedding too.
this one's for jane and kampy; may you love each other every day as much as you do today!

Friday, November 12, 2010


i believe. in everything being a sign. no coincidence, just fate. full moons and black cats, energies and instincts, signs and forebodings, omens and superstitions. good and evil.

a few weeks ago, on a glorious montreal sunday, i took this shot. it was the 88 that drew me in.
i liked it more than i should, but forgot it just as quickly. last week, it popped up again.
88. this time, in a work situation. a project with it in the title. it was not to be, we came to a crossroads and took a left, not a right. but the sign at the intersection was a clear 88. i dug out the photo again.

last night i dreamt about my upcoming birthday. it happens to be 38.
today i am posting the photo. and wondering what stories it still has to tell

Thursday, November 11, 2010

day 4. all rules broken. ode to utermohlen.

let's start over. day 4. thursday.
i have to do a self-portrait. a proper one. none of that mirror shit.
my research led me to discover the greatest self-portrait series ever. by william utermohlen, painter.
utermohlen self-portraits

my favorite of his self-portraits is one entitled 'the studio', 1977. his wife was always amazed he could make art in such an "impossible space". for a while he tried.

it reminded me a lot of my current impossible space. eek. but i'm trying.

self-portrait in studio, ode to utermohlen. montreal. 2010

'you have to be willing to get happy about nothing' - andy warhol

many thanks to amy sobol for her goodwill and assistance throughout numerous numerous takes.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

day 3. tuesday

truth be told, i waited for the hour of midnight to come so i could post this. i took it on my walk home.
this place tells a story. to me. about winning and losing, love and heartbreak, inspiration and despair, joy and misery. and most unwaveringly, the perfect glass of jameson, an always open table, a back alley made for sneakin smoke and a pitch black backdrop. all hail

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

day 2. i'm already going to break the rules.

i am posting 2 pictures today. i took them an hour ago on my afternoon coffee venture.
in our hood, coffee time is important. as are your friends.

Monday, November 8, 2010


today i started working with a photo mentor. she asked me to start a blog and post a picture each day. i will start with this one.  i took it two nights ago on my way home from josh's. rue hutchison takes on a different feel at night in the fall. the warmth in the windows as people prepare for the long cold months ahead. i wish i lived here for the winter. it looks good, books, desk, and a shining star. what more could one ask for.