I see without seeing. To me, darkness is as clear as daylight. What am I?

uh oh...my ipod's decided to stop charging. i'd say he's got a few hours left in him then it's bye bye soundtrack to my life. just decided it's male, i dub thee bruce (aka bruce wayne). and of course the only music on my computer is the 90s playlist from our new years party. win. i'm anxious, but a little excited. oh what sounds the outside world beholds...

anyway here's some more photos of cute cats and street art. cats. everywhere. all the time.

the "i didn't just lick myself" face

 

 

 

 

If it looks old, it's worth money. Simple.

"What the fuck do we know about antiques, mate?"

- Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

I found the trifector box (is that what it is for 4??) of vintage stores on Saint-Laurent.

 

 

  

The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier

from the sidewalk to the catwalk. phenomenal. the manikins had digitally projected faces. smiling, laughing, talking, singing faces!! creepy but brilliant.

Home sweet Montreal

happy to be safe and sound in Montreal. moved into my apartment in Outremont and met my friendly housies and lulu, the slightly incontinent but loveable cat. explored Mile End for the day. so hot!! squirrels! rad street art. very french, should probs learn some Quebecois. the good thing about a Starbucks on every corner...you will never go without a toilet. i mean “washroom”. slept for a much needed 12 hours.

 

 

The time is out of joint

so...slight hickup, apparently my body does NOT agree with plane food!! touched down in Vancouver and rushed to hospital. THANK GOD FOR TRAVEL INSURANCE!! bit of a bummer but as soon as they gave me a bed, hooked me up to an IV and doped me up with morphine I was happy as a clam. gave me a good excuse to sleep all day, and then check myself into a nice hotel (complete with bath!) and sleep some more.

also gave me a day to check out Vancouver. explored downtown. super easy to get around, very pretty and plenty of parks to accommodate my doped out post-hospital state. plus I caught a bit of salsa sundays. that's right. every sunday in the town square hundreds of couples dancing the salsa. super romantic.

three anti-nausea pills later i'm about to get on the redeye to Montreal. fingers crossed!

Adieu Melbourne

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles an hour...
you're going to see some serious shit."
- Doc Brown

i've said my goodbyes (evident from my hangover), my bags are packed (with new camera that me and my bargain hunter mother hustled down 50 bucks), and my hair is cut (at the last possible moment aw yeahhh). farewell melbourne. i will miss you and all your incestuous hipster inhabitants...i mean friends. see you in 6 months!!!@#$%^&*

Mind your heads

"The headless chicken can only know where he's been. He can't see where he's going."

- The Chief (Spiceworld)

wish I was Princess Mombi...would solve my 'no time for a haircut' situation

It's a Harry Belafonte kinda moment...

last day of work. officially on HOLIDAYSSSSSS!!@#$%^&*

That's not cricket!

"There is a little bit of the whore in all of us, gentlemen. What is your price?"

- Kerry Packer
yes. it was about TV rights to cricket. wise words nonetheless.

my price: a new ipod, which has decided to kick it one week before i leave!!
oh and a camera, which got lost in the ether between sharehouses. any takers???