As seen in Vogue ItaliaFriday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
MALAJE
Montreal complement Cirque has just come to an end.
I hope every one got see some of there stuff they had going on
The festival which was presented by La TOHU went from the 8th to the 25th. Many of the shows you needed to pay for but for those who of us who live on the cheap there were also a few free shows and activities.
One of these was Malaje.
The show was held in Hochelaga Maisonneuve in a large tent. Guest sat at little round tables and watch a spanish troop of 6 dance, sing, play music, perform and to acrobats.
What was impressive about the group is that they performed to the beat of the music. This means that even juggling corresponded to the beat of the drum.
The Tohu has more events coming up during this summer.
check out there website: http://tohu.ca/
L'Avenue
Mannquin in the winterL'avenue is one of my favourite restaurants on the island.
The ambiance is amazing with graffiti and painting over all the walls, a motorcycle hanging from the ceiling and many strangely dressed mannequins through out the restaurant. Not to mention the the most amazing/crazy bathrooms you have ever seen.
The food is served in huge portions whether you are going for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
The place is known for its breakfast so beware, there will probably be a line to get in but
the suppers are also amazing. Their burgers, pasta, salads and curry are all delicious. I recommend you try the Parisien.
Le Parisian is a burger on a baguette with brie. If you are really hungry and a big eater go ahead and order the whole thing but for those of you who have normal eating habits I strongly recommend you split it with someone. After which you will probably still be full.
The meal comes with a side order of fries, which again are given in a very generous portion.
Best part about l'avenue is that its very inexpensive given the size of its food( between 10 and 20$ a plate. And if you choose to a split you can eat a meal for under 10$.
Victoria
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Fashion Whirls Back Round Again
Watched the Talented Mr. Ripley yesterday with my friend Alexis and a batch of avocado black bean brownies (they're actually as delicious as Matt Damon and Jude Law combined, no kidding!)
K8
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
"One Day, We'll go to Paris" (a very extravagant, exaggerated and foolish personal interpretation of Paris)
ONE DAY, WE’LL GO TO PARIS
Here, time passes to the tick tick tick of the Musee d’Orsay‘s golden clock.
There are all sorts of tales, none as tall as me, serving as entertaining filler between ticks. At first unfamiliar and shy of the city, I followed the tourists to a romantic Wilde encounter in the cemetery. A tomb kiss, even with colorless lip balm, must do for traditon’s sake. The Irishman is forever deadly attractive.
Having said my final adieus to Oscar, I felt in the mood for an area as thriving, flamboyant, and theatrical as the man himself. I could have gone to the Moulin Rouge, but Jewish allure swept me to the Marais. We dined on falafels, bagels, fragrant carrot juice and heavy nut cakes. I considered hibernation in the bed of autumn leaves under a bench in the Place des Vosges, but the kosher cobblestone streets then wound me to the “Coiffeur’s.” The only cutting in this place that I heard was rather tears of torn clothes and rejoices and grief of clad young bourgeoisie who succeeded in snatching up rare editions of fashion comebacks. Suspender snaps and Grandma’s old scent reminded me of the lovely. I visited her. Let’s call it a bitter stressful English night of relaxing chamomile tea.
Move it up a class/arrondisement to where Louis and I roll our suitcases over new material – pink fur Marc Jacobs – j’adore ça, moi.
Give me chocolate when I’m tried or tired. Either way, I can’t decide if I have the right to consume the chocolate lingerie display. Fat Austrian boys in the chocolate factory, chocolate buldges out of cheeks until it overfills our pockets; we snicker chewing snickers in profiting. What other pleasure might this city reveal to me? Cute monsters and sloppy green sunrises at the Grand Palais art exposition….
You can’t leave this city without purchasing from the best quality Parisian grocery store (Indian chicken and rice with golden raisins)…then eat it on the paved sidewalk, your meal still as hot as the ground where the homeless man once laid. Who needs to return home to a lofty Parisian apartment when you can people-watch like it’s nobody’s business (or rather, make it your own)? I should write to Frommer’s for the price-less moments like these with friends. It’s worth more than a can of foie gras at La Grande Epicerie.
I’ve seen you during the day, ma belle femme. What do you dream of at night? It’s nonsensically amusing how we change who we are once the Eiffel light’s up (blue, at present). Merde Alors! Where are we? I don’t know, but I wanna stay here…. Off the champs-elysée, a little club where a little white lie translates into French for invités. Fact - It’s our last night in Paris as we’ve got a plane back home to N.Y when we wake and remember our whereabouts. “C’mon in, we’ll see what we can do!” Come dance and fly your airplane around the room! The snaking basslines, the wah-wah guitar, they let us know that we’re flying high on newly discovered gold. The frontman moves to his precious whiskey, declaring that it’s a show for his friends and the whiskey is as free and pure as water. They toured with Jet and we have an understanding based on their lyrics (foreign but pretty to the rest), so, off the champs for a couple hours tonight, remember where you came from.
K8
Here, time passes to the tick tick tick of the Musee d’Orsay‘s golden clock.
There are all sorts of tales, none as tall as me, serving as entertaining filler between ticks. At first unfamiliar and shy of the city, I followed the tourists to a romantic Wilde encounter in the cemetery. A tomb kiss, even with colorless lip balm, must do for traditon’s sake. The Irishman is forever deadly attractive.
Having said my final adieus to Oscar, I felt in the mood for an area as thriving, flamboyant, and theatrical as the man himself. I could have gone to the Moulin Rouge, but Jewish allure swept me to the Marais. We dined on falafels, bagels, fragrant carrot juice and heavy nut cakes. I considered hibernation in the bed of autumn leaves under a bench in the Place des Vosges, but the kosher cobblestone streets then wound me to the “Coiffeur’s.” The only cutting in this place that I heard was rather tears of torn clothes and rejoices and grief of clad young bourgeoisie who succeeded in snatching up rare editions of fashion comebacks. Suspender snaps and Grandma’s old scent reminded me of the lovely. I visited her. Let’s call it a bitter stressful English night of relaxing chamomile tea.
Move it up a class/arrondisement to where Louis and I roll our suitcases over new material – pink fur Marc Jacobs – j’adore ça, moi.
Give me chocolate when I’m tried or tired. Either way, I can’t decide if I have the right to consume the chocolate lingerie display. Fat Austrian boys in the chocolate factory, chocolate buldges out of cheeks until it overfills our pockets; we snicker chewing snickers in profiting. What other pleasure might this city reveal to me? Cute monsters and sloppy green sunrises at the Grand Palais art exposition….
You can’t leave this city without purchasing from the best quality Parisian grocery store (Indian chicken and rice with golden raisins)…then eat it on the paved sidewalk, your meal still as hot as the ground where the homeless man once laid. Who needs to return home to a lofty Parisian apartment when you can people-watch like it’s nobody’s business (or rather, make it your own)? I should write to Frommer’s for the price-less moments like these with friends. It’s worth more than a can of foie gras at La Grande Epicerie.
I’ve seen you during the day, ma belle femme. What do you dream of at night? It’s nonsensically amusing how we change who we are once the Eiffel light’s up (blue, at present). Merde Alors! Where are we? I don’t know, but I wanna stay here…. Off the champs-elysée, a little club where a little white lie translates into French for invités. Fact - It’s our last night in Paris as we’ve got a plane back home to N.Y when we wake and remember our whereabouts. “C’mon in, we’ll see what we can do!” Come dance and fly your airplane around the room! The snaking basslines, the wah-wah guitar, they let us know that we’re flying high on newly discovered gold. The frontman moves to his precious whiskey, declaring that it’s a show for his friends and the whiskey is as free and pure as water. They toured with Jet and we have an understanding based on their lyrics (foreign but pretty to the rest), so, off the champs for a couple hours tonight, remember where you came from.
K8
Monday, July 19, 2010
I missed you Montreal
Two weeks in the wilderness
No tall building surrounding me
No creeping old men staring at me
No festivals, No live music, No shopping or eating out
No parties, no Parc Lafontaine and no picnics on the Mount
No tamtams, potlucks or dollar cinema
No cute little tea shops and no Shaika
I am going to stop here because my message is clear
I am no poet, and I missed you Montreal my dear.
Victoria
No tall building surrounding me
No creeping old men staring at me
No festivals, No live music, No shopping or eating out
No parties, no Parc Lafontaine and no picnics on the Mount
No tamtams, potlucks or dollar cinema
No cute little tea shops and no Shaika
I am going to stop here because my message is clear
I am no poet, and I missed you Montreal my dear.
Victoria
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Pouring by Raymond Souster
Porcelain-white
smooth jug
of your body
slowly lifted
then upturned,
spilling joy
on all the spent
aged greyness
of the day
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
King of Sunglasses - Ray Ban
K8
Thursday, July 1, 2010
JAZZ FEST
Jazz festival is awesome. I don't care about what people say about the invasion of tourist. Go check out Loto quebec's Blues stage. Its great music to dance to or if your not the dancing type just go pick up a cushion at the entrance and sit on the ground and enjoy the music.
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