seventeen degrees in a november forest from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
directed by Britt De Lara and music by The Evelyn Room starring this dickhead. shot by James Hellyer.
remember this day?
April 13, 2010
April 12, 2010
haha i like that someone came here by googling “i am stoned”. brother, you are in the right place. watch dem girl go. walked my ass across the entire city home my feet are sore but i loved every bit of it. could it have been a more gorgeous day? of course. totally cured me of all late evening debauch guilted feelings. yesterday was so bloody expensive. dance rehearsal was great, learned the can can, then hit ronnies. then dakota. then then. bumped into trish, hadn’t seen her in ages. we go back to elementary, though she only remembers me from high school cos i was a little wiener. she ran around with my brother. speaking of i have to hoof it to b-town to see those peoples of mine. the family. my brother is totally pissed i got him expensive shoes now he feels obligated to match the gift. whatever man you’re my brother and i love you, relax. about time to wear some cool shoes now anyway.
emma (chesty larue) the amazing harlettes choreographer extraordinaire.
before i cleaned up my act last nite.
i know, hey? my nana would DIE in here.
phillip on the right has a fucking steel rod in his leg, was hobbling around with a crutch. kinda gangster. would have absolutely none of my bullshit regarding my fucked knee, which was pretty hard to dance on yesterday, sigh, but i did it anyway. he and his gf were looking over the old bloggo and he kept saying how much they dug on my thrashed tights. i want to meet this chick.
pre-emptive drooling over the f21 gift card about to hit my back pocket. maybe will hit the one in mapleview mall tomorrow before coming back to city to avoid yonge/dundas square insanity. so much more space in the burbs. ahhh. can’t wait for lady gaga cat calls. happens way too much.
front sun porch.
i look to be missing way too many body parts here.
how no sleep does this look? visined the shit out of my peepers and that caffeine under eye roller thinger.
i look like an irritating teenager and i live like one.
i’d tell you to tell me to break a leg but i fear that that might actually happen.
i’ll be seein’ yas!
April 10, 2010
where did you sleep last night from raymi lauren on Vimeo.
getting ready for work. heartbroken and high. skinnier today than in this video, should hit the head before walkin’ around in a bra, filming self.
have a callback monday for tylenol commercial, they dug me. down to me and two other chicks i believe. it was all dudes mostly when i rolled up and i was the only girl/person with a longboard so they musta been oh hey know look at this. showed them what style was all about wearing pretty much the opposite look of what they thought they were after. one of the players said i’m edgier in real life and the photo we’re using (in my acting portfolio? what’s that shit called?) nowhere matches how wicked i am in real life. pre-bangs, totally different person. knee is still super sore, a little worried. have dance rehearsal tomorrow too. i’m hobbling up and down stairs at work and dancing all over it like the smart person that i am. fucked with my bangs kinda worried commercial people won’t be feeling it. gonna go to bed super early tomorrow night and wake up looking 24.
happy birthday shawny!
Hi Raymi,
My Name’s Matt. I’ve been a reader of you for years. I’m doing my Thesis at Parsons: The New School for Design, on Social Subculture and Sociocultural Effects in New York City. It’s a book I’m putting together with photography, video stills and my writing. A portion of the book is about “cool bending”, the death of the word hipster, and how social media is used to define “cool”, hip and fresh. I’m a photographer, media studies student yet am writing my thesis on the above topic, to marry the two, and to get ready for a documentary I’m going to shoot based on this publication.
I was wondering if you had a few moments, to answer a few questions. You’re one of the only bloggers, I’ve followed for almost the last 6 or more years (wow, thats a lot longer than I remember) and was curious to hear some of your thoughts based on your popularity and also that i enjoy your honesty and style of writing.
If you do have time, I could write up some questions tomorrow in the AM, and send them your way. Although my documentary is written from and to New York, it’s also stressing the importance of how this subculture (or mainstream) depending on how you look it, is seen, transmitted and borrowed from all over the world, and in some cases, thats part of the next step.
If you’re wondering if I’m some creeper creeper, i actually had a friend that wrote about you, interviewed you many years ago for undergrad, shes jessica *****. shes french. blogger etc. anywho. they’ll be quasi entertaining questions for you to answer.
This would be greatly appreciated. Hope to hear from you soon!
cheers
matthew
i read this a week ago in a cab to the sound academy chugging back jamesons mixed in de-stress tea (from tattoo nerves) and now i shall attempt to answer the questions baked. last nite got sloppy. i fell asleep in all my clothes though so, i was good. BRB studs.
April 8, 2010
pictures from my old phone i passed on to melodie when i finally got a blackberry. i’m sad i lost a lot of good pics off that thing. there’s something beautifully haunting the grainy effect a cellphone camera from 2006 can produce. wow i’m fucking dyslexic. you should hear me talk, jesus. anyway, i have many pictures of this same tree taken with a digital camera that’re loads better however, it’s this shitty cellphone picture of it that makes me feel most nostalgic for this moment in time.
two summers ago? no can’t be right, last summer. anyway i don’t do this shit anymore. can’t. like, serious wig out times a million. i liked the composition of shit all over this table and how arrogantly out in the open the baggie was.
one of my last commutes from oakville just as was moving back to the gay old city.
i am so unbelievably clumsy right now if i trip or fall or walk into one more thing i’m gonna lose it.
satellite f up at brosz7’s for lost nite. it got tense.
oh that misty view. had the best bike ride home this nite the wet warm air was kissing my face all over i had zoo station cranked i was content i was coasting. music and biking is such a delight. i also sing while i bike, usually fleet foxes exclusively. i sing when i walk too. just a wandering minstrel at your service. it just makes me so happy to be in-motion so my heart feels like it has to belt one out, then one more after that. in answer to your question, yes, i am a homo.
hair is out of sorts. on a not getting laid night i kinda step off my game a bit.
hit on in the elevator all the same. the guy kinda blew it. the lifts were being temperamental, girl gets on with a pizza me with a tuna sandwich and black rice sushi, bottle of wine. guy with bottle of booze and a 6 of red stripe. he says if the elevator gets stuck at least we’ll have a party. i say lucky him, totally, two girls one dude, booze, pizza, perfect. then we’re all silent smirking at one another. as his floor comes up i go so yeah, going to a party? he says no, just himself. pause pause pause pregnant pause i throw an excruciatingly subtle i’d hit it (he was hot and wearing a newsies hat) vibe his way, floor comes up and he slowly creeps out dying for another sign i was too shy to give so off he went to get blasted alone and curse his lack of being on it. when the door closed i said to the chick wow, he blew it. she’s all, totally.
went by sass’ to grab a hoodie and my chucks. made a we miss you video that is too cheesy awkward for words (i’ll put up anyway).
hair got stupider throughout the night.
jinxed.
pre-white collar rush, perfect for bloody knees. both are swollen to shit now. dance rehearsal in an hour is going to be awesome.
yesterday was the longest ever.
need to figure out exactly which pair to get, was in too much pain to try anything on also felt like cruisin’.
not cheap but i figure i’ll end up wearing them constantly to get used to heels.
when i was 19 i almost rented a work/live-in space for a piece like this. 19 and insane and oh so much promise. i had the money for it too. shoulda done it. queen west store front hang pad month long look at me live eat sleep fuck watch tv read get high drunk installation.
totally been done before but good location for this one, good for the normies flooding the city on weekends.
doobie time. coffee two.
wimpy ponytail. coffeeshop hospitality is bizarre to me. come spend two dollars and sit for 5 hours. don’t these people get bored of that every fucking day? go sit in a tree why don’t you? boring! i can think of so many more awesome things to do with my day than sit around second cup or starbucks and ps. stop talking about kevin smith, the guy’s not funny!
coffee trois. you could just walk around and around bumping into so many people you know. RF and his bud says you lose the more people you bump into, in fact if you see someone you know you’re supposed to actively avoid them, cross the street, duck into a store. ha ha fuck that that’s bitter old man speak. you’re talking to new city eyes over here.
tried to make it less heat this time by adding yogurt, somehow came out just as heaty. feh.
so desensitized by these dudes ‘cept for when they sit in pouring rain on a vintage ride. hardcore.
saw, i kid you not, ten KITTENS the other day in an adorable parade up the fence up a branch and down the other side. heart stopped. (ps. a stick is just a branch that gave up hahaha).
woah woah hey now who’s this what’s going on? huh???
gillian you said i could.
spotty mirror really compliments the gashed nylons.
diagonal slice total happy accident.
think i’ll just wear this entire get-up to rehearsal. wore this last nite to work with booty shorts. teppei kept saying it wasn’t sexy enough (pretty sexy is what i interpret that to mean).
DJ Berger
Nice rip, Skip.
Raymi Lauren White
there’s a run in my stocking?
Xenia Anemia
umm R.I.P. tights??
Raymi Lauren White
BLOGGING THAT
really happy the lime green hippie compost bag is sticking out there. class topper.
just kidding pose cancels out everything.
i love skinny mirror.
ok that was retarded time to wash my gorgeous body BYEEEEEEEE.
see you at the exclaim party tonight, yes no maybe?
