Monday, January 12, 2009

romcoms





Does romance still exist in the real life and not just on the big (or small) screen? Sometimes I still have my doubts, but then there are these small moments that make me think otherwise. Take for example my time spent gift wrapping this December. Late in the afternoon on the 24th, a man approached the booth looking quite nervous indeed. He proceeded to pick up his wrappped gifts while also shoving another wrapped box accompanied by a card into my co-worker's hands. He shyly smiled and then was gone. We all crowded around her, eager to see what the packages contained. The card thanked her for all her help, a message he followed up with his phone number and a gift card to Starbucks. But what amazed me most was the box of chocolates she held in her other hand. Now, I know the romance surrounding boxes of chocolates doesn't extend past cliche, but these chocolates came professionally wrapped in papers and bows from our rival gift wrapping booth. Yes, it may be a tad creepy, but I like to think the effort and care this man took was more sweet than anything.

Perhaps romance doesn't exist in grand gestures like purchased walls ala Pacey and Joey or rooftop Charlie Chapman ala Ben and Felicity, but for now I'm satisfied with boxes of chocolates wrapped at rival booths and a phone call you never actually believed would come.

hanging on the telephone



My horoscope keeps telling me to stop worrying about the past by focusing on the now because the now is really a great place for me to be at the moment. But if only the phone would ring (err, vibrate).

Also, I enjoyed all the jukeboxes I encountered last weekend; now many of my favourite songs will forever remind me of a new favourite city and its dimly lit bars and beautiful men.

Oh, and I found myself doing school work at 1am last night despite the fact that I haven't had school for a good two months now. Dear strike: please end. This. Is. Really. Getting. Annoying.

But I guess it's a good thing I have nowhere to go on Wednesday or Thursday.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

skinny love


We're not even a month into the season and I've already got myself a case of the winter blahs. I'm suffering so badly that while visiting my great aunt tonight, I suddenly confessed that I want to leave Toronto come September. I refer to this outburst as "sudden" because it is just that. I did not consider a new home in a new city, new street names to learn, a new area code up until that moment. But as I revealed my tentative plan, winter didn't seem so awful anymore. I could imagine myself scaling these snowbanks with newfound purpose and vigor because I'd know that I may not have to come winter '10.

But maybe I just need something to hope for and strive after during the long months to come. Brooklyn came and went too fast. And sometimes the intangible is all one really needs. Or perhaps I really do need to invest in one of those sun lamps. In the meantime though, impromptu photo shoots will carry me through.

Friday, January 9, 2009

because my horoscope says so




I feel the good times coming back again.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

what comes is better than what came before?

Please tell me when all this missing and pain will go away. I want the day where I'm surrounded by loud voices and louder music and I don't reach for my phone, only to type a message I know I'll never send. I want warm hugs and warmer sleeps and late late late talks and brave open arms and braver loving. I want smiles that can't be washed away and anticipation that the subway can't contain. I want the day to come where I don't wipe away a tear (or two, or three) while surrounded by loud voices and louder music. I want to feel like myself again.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Williamsburg


How do you capture a neighbourhood in pictures? This was the daunting task that greeted me this past weekend as I strolled the streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I fell in love with the area upon first step out of the cab. Comprised of the prettiest view of Manhattan and the cutest boys, Williamsburg is not just a neighbourhood to spend three days in. Rather, I can picture myself spending weeks, months, years, MY LIFE among its bustling streets. I could tell you about Bagelsmith and its 12+ flavours of cream cheese. I could tell you about Daddy's and its wood-panelled walls and its hot dogs and its deejay and its instant warmth. I could tell you about the weekend flea market and the cute boy working the vintage booth. I could tell you about all the cyclists and all the dogs in pretty coats. But in the end, my words will fail to communicate everything that is Williamsburg.

So I hope instead that my pictures do the neighbourhood some sort of justice and show how the old meets the new all over Williamsburg. But one thing I know my pictures will forever be incapable of conveying is the lightness and hope those streets instilled inside of me.



















new york, i love you


I have much more to say and show tomorrow.