Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Through the Looking Glass

To coincide with the release of his new book, the fine folks over at Style.com turn the lens on photographer Todd Selby and take a look at his space.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Working for the Weekend

I've been neglect in my posting duties as of late and I have no problem blaming it all on work. So, in the spirit of labour -- manual and otherwise -- I thought I would post some pictures from Joseph O. Holmes' series Workspace. I love behind-the-scenes looks like this, especially when the actual artistic merit of the photography is this high.

Anyhow, I hope everyone has a great long weekend and I promise to get right back to a more acceptable blogging schedule.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I Dig Music

A Place To Bury Strangers and The Big Pink are playing in Toronto tonight and I'm rather stoked. I've seen A Place To Bury Strangers a bunch of times before and they're easily one of the best live bands I've ever seen, not to mention incredibly loud. I haven't seen The Big Pink live yet, but I have a feeling they will be equally sonic. My earplugs are already in my pocket.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I Need You Eight to Nine

Not only is this a rad song, it has some relevance to fashion as well. It's shot at the infamous "grunge" Marc Jacobs for Perrry Ellis show of 1993 (the man himself is even in the video) and features the first on-screen appearance of Chloë Sevigny.

"Sugar Kane" by Sonic Youth

Friday, March 19, 2010

Union Dues

I received an email from Vancouverite Craig Pearce last week, introducing himself and his project, Union Wood Company. I'm glad he got in touch, because what he's doing is right up my alley. He's using reclaimed and repurposed materials to create some really nice furniture -- heavy, nostalgic, weathered ... put this stuff in your home and you'll have the perfect place to kick off your Red Wings and Bean Boots.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Doctor Is In

Dr Martens are one of the most nostalgia-inducing items of clothing for me. I remember getting my first pair, three-hole cherries, when I was 13 and it being one of the most exciting days of my young life. However, some of that excitement soon turned to fear, with accounts of kids being "rolled" by skins, getting swarmed by UTs (it's a Toronto thing) ... a lot of grief for a pair of shoes. Wishing to spare myself this humiliation, I would change into my desert boots before leaving school every day.

So I was kind of a wimp about it, in retrospect. But hey, some of those dudes were pretty bad ass.

What makes me so excited about Opening Ceremony's take are the throwback shape of them (apparently based on a discontinued last from the 80s, so that makes sense), the fact they're made in England and the outstanding colour options, most notably the navy.

They totally take me back to those days, but without any of the anxiety.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Real Cool Time

In honour of Iggy Pop's induction to the Rock and Roll Hall fo Fame, I thought I would post this somewhat notorious interview with Peter Gzowski on the CBC (hey, I gotta try and keep it Canadian when I can). It starts out rather tense, but as it goes on I think they end up with a mutual sense of grudging respect. Bonus points for anyone who knows where Iggy's explanation of punk rock was later sampled.

Friday, March 12, 2010

One's Not Enough

Yeasayer continue to weird us all out with their videos, which are in fairly striking contrast to the relatively feel good vibes of their music. I guess that's part of why I like them so much.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Is That a Raincoat?

Video presentations of runway shows aren't always the most exciting thing to watch, but I think this one from the Patrik Ervell Fall/Winter 2010 show is an exception. From the anxiety-ridden Terry Riley score, to the division of the runway with translucent panels echoing the raincoats, which themselves bring to mind American Psycho, I think this is one is a little special. Plus, I really do love his stuff, so maybe I'm a little biased.