in an effort to clean up the mess of my scattered photo collection and due to that, ma brainz, it’s time to round up the misfit shots of last weekend’s past.
hihi! if i throw up some ones you’ve already seen, just chill. i want this to be as painless for me as possible and i’ve been avoiding this post for days now.
look there’s my mom.
look there’e emilia! she was my smart girl competition in elementary school, like, we were THE SMARTEST and in grade four in mrs. falcone’s class the grade fours of us (it was a four/five split) had a progress chart of shame, failure and rewards and bet your ass that emilia and i were neck-and-neck with those shiny-ass star stickers blazing a horizontal trail across the board. i left her a facebook birthday wall comment a couple weeks ago: happy birthday ol sport xo i always considered you my equal intellectual match and challenge, up to grade 4 at least. haha. ♥ and she said i felt the same way. awesome. how ivy league of us. well anyway it was amazing to see her show up and i have facebook to thank. all it takes is a little hello, yeah?
here come the tracey shots.
it was slammed.
and we got slammed on belvedere. thanks guys!
mom and a cat. fascinating.
sent them to the drake, they bailed for terroni cos they didn’t see anyone their age. i see old coots there all the time, hot silver foxes and the like but i guess city people look younger unlike suburban people. city people cling to the dream longer and thus, act younger, look younger, right? was probably a bit too early too.
burlesque crew.
my ladies.
it’s nice to have my mom take photos of crap i see and take for granted in the city all the time, even for you too right? to us it’s meh, to them it’s great. new eyes on the scene.
casie‘s shirt fell open. it’s the burlesque. happens.
i’ll be having a do-over with these broads tonight. i hope we behave ourselves.
i know i’ll at least be slightly behaved.
ooh la la.
starlight really jazzed up the place.
none of this tonight mom.
meow!
photographed the same shoes the night prior. like mother like daughter. except she rips off all my styles.
haha one of my moves. “you can talk about cha cha, tango, waltz or the rumba.” that’s my rumba.
that’s my stink eye.
mom doesn’t leave anything out. ever.
strip it good.
me and brown barbie. loved sabrina’s smug outfit, girl knows what she’s doing.
raegan looked amazing.
back at the drake. maybe they couldn’t stand the stiff wall of toronto self importants?
mom where the hell was this?
she’s got something on the brain.
she neurotically texts me ALL DAY LONG with the same questions and updates while i’m BUSY and rehearsing. every fucking time. i need an assistant to handle my mom’s calls. she’s like we’re at terroni are you coming? no i’m not coming i’m dancing til the very last second and doing makeup omfg.
talkin’ burlesque shop, like when men talk shop except in lingerie. man’s world my ass.
classic toronto. i must have a pic of this somewhere in my archives.
how funny is it that my performance dress matched the one my mom wore? of course that happened.
i heard lois is planning a vegas trip for us girls. yes we are insane.
this looks like a molten lava cake?
adore this pato. did lois like it mom?
i knew she would take a photo of that.
i don’t really recall what was going on here, clem was wheeling us a limo ride, so was my mom, i was trying to round up the herd for adventurehouse, the driver had customers inside that wouldn’t be out til 2.30 so we were like perfect, take us for a ride and then drop us off at salvador darling. fun and done. i look like a dutch hooker. nice! i think i caught a cold from this night, running around pdale without a top on. quite the stir. mom and lois said everyone at adventurehouse has ADD they loved it.
tim and my mom. practically family. he comes to everything i invite him to. adorable.
we did shots when we left and that’s when things got crazy immediately pile into black light limosene blasting LIKE A G6 (and i remember what lucas said about someone at his work saying, “now what exactly is a g6??” bahahahha. it’s a plane someone else said) with strobe lights being tossed and turned seat to seat through the streets it was really fun. my mom was yelling shit to people to drunks on sidewalks and they were egging her on holy crap where’s the cameramen when you need them? DRINK RESPONSIBLY PEOPLE.
haha what is this that help i’m on a japanese tv show set-up? whatever show is starring these people, i am watching it.
arbus.
ballin’.
it was very bawdy. loved it. watched burlesque last night too, it is terrible but thoroughly enjoyable, xtina looks hot in it, must be pre-booze fat cos isn’t she scary right now? it’s sad when we age and bloat.
yeah no big deal toronto. love our city and it’s diff neighbourhoods. the pork chops live here, the wops over there, polaks up roncess… is this racist if i am doing hardware store bronx persona? also if i love these people? grew up with them. there is some lady somewhere being offended right now but i don’t care, if i had a mic in my hand walking around in a sexually ambiguous sarah silverman get-up you’d be howling. MY BEST FRIEND IS BLACK! ha.
i want these. drawn to creepy antique toys. to flamboro in fall! dad, you down?
thank you sabrina! i have garters all over the place at home now. thanks again nearly naked!
i walked through the crowd to find my pasty. couldn’t. but also it was calling to me, people’s roving hands and arms pulling you in and saying how awesome you are EGO VORTEX HANG TIGHT! plus i had a flashlight. where the fuck am i?
look how artistic my mum is good for you! being autistic helps, surely. my mom wrote the gayest blog post called MY SHUTTER WORLD once about her relationship with her camera, it was actually pretty sweet albeit TMI for a daughter or maybe that i relate to it too much also, i did it first dude. mom are we sisters?
i’d bag a dude in any of the following.
am i losing my abs? ack!
mom why are you so hidden? creepy!
come to mumma.
twins.
ping pong anyone? just a sec, lemme wave in this plane first.
we had a nice dance take down to whatcha waiting for like those wrestling twins from the 80s, 90s?
mom and a brussels griffin. i said it was the dog from as good as it gets then my mom kept repeating a quote from a different jack nicholson movie and i just spat laughter onto the sidewalk with my hands on my knees. ok time to go.
next time more ruffles.
mom collects hobos and has too soft a spot in her heart for them.
love dancing with the cape. it can get pretty sexy. i started a new dance yesterday.
can you see me?
bono?
ooh dreamy.
final change. in future i’m going to slap my pasties on at the very last second and use tape. i don’t know how i got pasties to work when i was 19.
hmmmystery.
lois is checking me out.
heehee.
clem i have bruises all over my knees from this.
ain’t she pretty.
haha mom’s drunk!?
take your medicine.
ok that’s that brb time for the seventh inning stretch!
