she’s like a raymbo

So, my new muses Hawkhaus blew through town from Detroit and we had a wicked time collaborating together Saturday at The Hotel Germain. There will be future stuff too. You’ll see. I see the landscape of my future and it is dotted with a LOT TO DO. Muchos overwhelming. All good things though. If not now when right?

I started making art again. Part of it feels like a dare but commission requests have started coming in so there you go.

The Reclamation Project from hawkhaus on Vimeo.

We are going to make video magic also.

I did not wash my hair this day. Can ya tell!?! haha.

Lizzy and Reggie are also in a band called Konqistador which is a big deal or something but I don’t pay attention to stuff like that. I’ve dated fat cats and been extemely oblivious to their level of fame. Blows their minds wish you could see it.

L told me R read The Satanic Bible and it helped him. A fan put this on stage at one of their gigs. I am trying to think of something I gave them other than a headache. Ha.

Lizzy gave me one of her bodysuits for the road. Sweetheart.

I was Willow Smithing here.

My arse looks mega juicy here yowzers.

It’s about time I did some of this. Coupled by that. Thanks guys!

Took a ton of pictures yesterday as well. More to come when I have time.

If you are attention starved ride a bike in a bodysuit like this. Take your pants off down by the water too. Go for it!

The food was mighty tasty at School. We were misbehaved students a little.

It was a fabulous fun-filled time and anybody witnessing it from a neighbouring balcony was a lucky guy. I liked underwear party that I saw at one point over yonder of a guy and a girl totally ignoring us right back. Go Saturdaze.

drinking champagne like a Greek tycoon

This is my next business card. I love it. Thanks so much Mike Parker for letting me into your awesome box series. You guys should check out the rest here: the box. It was funny when we posed together for a pic, Mike SQUEEZED the hell out of the box with me in it like I was his. The assistant laughed and said wow you look happy. Mike was like I AM!

I felt like a piece of merchandise? But not in a degraded kind of way. There was so much subtext floating around the studio. Anyway you gotta have fun with it. I especially like the one where I look like Arnold crash landing on earth from wherever dimension terminators come from, the future? Yes. That. Geeks who read my blog must be like oh my god raymi ughhhh.

Raymi fetus. Newborn.

Lol. Could not resist.

Alrighty gotta scoot. Have a good one everybody and be safe!

still a thing

Before my shoot yesterday. Plain faced.

Balcony needs a bit of a makeover.

Smell ya later!

LOL. As we all know I got in a box today with the parker and I have never felt so small and so zen before in my life. The braids came to me in an almost dream last night and I hoped to rememeber in the morning that I wanted to do that to my hair and how perfect was that? Thanks Mike!

Raymi the Minxing Move Up Realty

I’ve been pretty busy this summer you may have noticed. Part of that is due to upping my Social Media PR girl/consult game and its been very eye-opening, learned, and rewarding. I absolutely love every new person I’ve met this summer, worked with, for, partied and/or networked with. As much as I chide myself as a loner, I am a total people person. I feed off people’s energies, creativity and their wisdoms. It only leaves me thirsty for more.

Move Up Realty are some of these such peoples. Two crazy Russians, Slava the broker and Jay the realtor. We got together to enjoy espresso and talk houses for sale in Toronto. Jay kay I don’t know anything about that. We discussed social media and blogging. Looks like they listened to me too cos they wrote a blog about our meeting! I am impressed. Check it out:

Raymi the Minx Visits Move Up Realty To Consult on Social Media Strategies Targeting Gen X Homebuyers

I am used to holding signs. We all remember my tenure as a ring girl. WHICH will be happening again soon in October. Excited.

Slava brought out their collection of magazine covers posed on. Blew me away. I love that stuff. They sure are savvy. You can see them better on Raymi Toronto.

Lane Studios is also located in the same unit. More on that later. I’m going for a photoshoot there this week, super excited. I’m getting naked in a box.

Okay who does a better handshake, Jay or…

Slava. Lol.

We all went for food. Pure jokes and were so full afterward. Just wait til I yelp it then we’ll know what went down my mind is a black hole I can’t remember anything unless I am googling it which I sure as hell am not doing right now as I have NO TIME!

Cute socks Rob.

Here’s video of the whole experience meow! Gotta scoot ttyl RLW.


Happy Thursday! Been a busy and good week. Here’s some treasures from yesterday.

We went to Addison’s to poke around with our new friends Toronto Interior Designers LHDT. I could not resist blowing this long horn on our way out. Watch the clip here.

Louise and Jenn are talented women and a great team. We meshed very well together and I look forward to working with them in the coming months (and dare I say, years).

We had a lot of fun. Did I mention that yet already?

I look like sasquatch. No shame.

James Addison put me right in the slammer when we arrived after calling ahead and begging them to stay open. When 3 hot ladies showed up he didn’t stop cheekily Scotsman flirting with us until we left. Best time.

He was expecting for another gal to get in there after me haha.

This installation is being worked on, he said.

We look like an indie folk band. Bluegrass?

Throw away the key bro I got all the nudie mags I need.

We were all sweltering in there it was almost like a test to see how long we could last and it was worth it because there was just so much to discover. I love antiquing. We will definitely head back again. Mr. Addison keeps bees too so naturally he and Rob bonded over that. FATE

Paula is super nice! We will be featuring more of this experience on my new website very very soon. Sorry to cut it off I just don’t want crickets and tumbleweeds to blow through RTM is all.

Now here I am a week ago Wednesday the night I met Louise. Don’t get me started on how behind I am in blogging just do NOT.

Here I am scampering away from Louise all shy and she’s looking at the picture I just took of her, oh that fateful photo.


She was disappearing into this painting and I needed to get a picture of it and as it turns out she’s just as driven and high-energy as yours truly. Meant to be.

Spied this old world structure on our way to a meeting yesterday morning.

Some of what we shared with clients yesterday. Delicious.

Thanks for dropping in and understanding! See you around xo RLW. Lurk my ello if you get desperate.

How to be famous on the Internet.

Here is an excerpt from a book I started working on years ago. I have ten thousand words written and I have not read them also in years. Something will be used and/or come of it someday soon but in the meantime I am lighting a proverbial fire under my ass and sharing this content with you meow while I work on other things.

How to be famous on the Internet.

Intro/Writer’s voice.

I will tell you how I did it and through that perhaps you can glean your own infamy course of action. Essentially, all the bells, whistles, and gimmicks of being an internet celebrity are merely simplistic no-brainer hallmarks of a successful businessperson. Talk a good game, be one step ahead, be smooth, motivational speaking type shit. This book is a novel under the guise of a guide. I am using talking points from my how to be famous on the internet lectures, of which I have given many, as my chapter titles. Not only will you learn how to be famous on the internet, you will also learn how to write. First you learn how to write, then you learn how to harness your writing skill for online domination. If you’re here not to learn anything other than how I do, just taking a seat along for the ride, that’s fine too.

Chapter One.

Writer’s Soul.

You might have heard of this thing called a writer’s voice. It predates the internet. I have a few writing books I’ve been gifted along the way. If one writes then one receives books on how to be better at writing which they never read because we’re all born good writers if we really love it then we do not need to learn how to do it any better than we already do. It has taken me thirteen years to get through one of these books, actually, I stll haven’t finished reading it but still, the point is they discuss writer’s voice and “finding it”. As a teen that shit was elusive to me, I didn’t get it at all. I mean, I got it but it was very intimidating to me. The voice I had wasn’t compelling enough, apparently. I was comparing my voice to ficton writer’s (It is impossible for me to write fiction by the way) voices and becoming beyond frustrated by it so I thought well, enough of that guess I’m going to Law School I am never going to make any fucking money being a writer because I suck at it, I have no voice, this is pointless.

Many years later I fell into my voice, through blogging. Write a blue streak and don’t consider it very much at all that’s what you need to do. I was trying too hard to make a voice appear which got me nothing but writer’s block and drunk. Your writer’s voice is what you really think. It’s that humourous internal dialogue inside of you. Release that guy and while I’m at it, fuck this writer’s voice shit more like writer’s soul. Sometimes when I am writing so honestly it’s like I am puking up myself upon you and those are the best pieces of writing. Here, take my skeleton and my lunch, how’d that taste?

I cannot teach you how to feel the way I do when I know I’m on a writing roll, you just know it when you feel it.

My writer’s soul is damaged and arrogant. Stubborn, smug. Grandiose. It can do no wrong so I can write anything I want without fear or thinking twice about it. Of course I can say that, that’s what I say. Duh! Write yourself into a pigeon-hole and you can get away with anything. Lucky for me I am infamous of many stupid things so when I do or say something….

to be continued.