How much do you love that smoking kid? I danced like a Raymiac, we had so much fun. The rain garbage bag ponchos I saved from the zoo came in killer handy and made people in awe of us.

SOS Strung Out Sunday!!! Have a great one – Long weeeeeekend! Black Keys were amazing! Then we hit Rob’s 40th. Got great pics and had a great time I love my friends. Kay bye.

Little Switzerland jewelry Aruba browsing

Loved that shop. It was closed on Sunday the day I had planned to buy Raymbecca a stingray key chain. Oh well.

So after I got my hair did the day before Aruba I wanted to finally dash to Holt Renfrew and get a new bathing suit. After the stress of that I made a subconscious decision to carb my ass up for some reason, well, when I’m a high-functioning stress-case my metabolism kicks in to overdrive and I mangia mangia mangia.

I was pretty pumped. Like my pretty gums? What, I got nice gums too what can I say, good breeding. You’d buy me if I was a horse Rob says because I asked him what pedigree meant when we were discussing my lineage. Speaking of that guy, it’s his 40th bday jam tonight that I’ll roll in on after the Black Keys, 3 sheets to the wind. Wonder how many soldiers will still be standing at that point, care to wager Dbag? Ps. I got MTV Creeps spotted on this patio and it made me feel “so cool”.

These glasses are way bigger than the new jams I just bought I think a side by side picture comparison is how we can tell who cares really though my chest hurts. I had some cigarette drags last night (EW!) because I ran out of things to consume and you get ADD at the Drive-in right, that’s why suburban people get fat, the boredom. How do you even have time for eating when you can be internet-addicted instead? Boredom is the cause of a lot of the world’s problems, it’s only when I’m bored that I eat. The rest of the time is spent doing all kinds of activities, but you know me, I always end up eating eventually and then it’s an event, a spectacle.

I had pesto two times while in Aruba thanks to this. Once I get in a phase I kill it.

Jules pick out a Carole’s Cheesecake Cake please okay? Make sure Bech can eat it too.

A too expensive gorgeous dress. I have a shirt with the same print so it’s kind of like, why would I do that. When we were shopping here a woman recognized us and later on, weeks later at Cube she was like I saw you. So that feeling watched feeling was legit. I always feel it anyway though. You’re not supposed to say that as a “cewebrity” or any kind of -ity in Toronto but sorry yeah, I get noticed lots. Maybe it’s it the cray, or the, I don’t really know. It happens a lot in Yorkville though period, especially around film festival time. When I lived there I was like can I just go grocery shopping without a parade rubber-necking me (but secretly thoroughly LOVING it) and then you start to walk differently to encourage their thoughts. What is life but one big grand opportunity to fuck with everyone.

I was encouraged to not get this one, sacre bleu! I love it, woulda looked awesome in Aruba. Interesting tan lines.

Also dug this one, would have been a cool shirt. Summer feels almost already over waaah. My new bathing suits makes me feel stressed out and guilty.

As did this one for not getting it. Such a good deal too. Woulda been. I could only afford one.

I belong on a posh coin.

And the wiener of course.

One last look!

Wanted this dress super bad too.

Melodiva reunion!

The dance took control of me for a little bit, I didn’t want to create too much of a stir, just a little one. It wasn’t lost on me that I am still in Toronto and oh yeah, tone down the fun to a 6 from a 9 bro. Not tonight though I am going f#%$% apeshit. It’s been a long winter mes amis.

YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH BUDDY!

Thanks for the pics Jesse. More of doldrums + other dj-dudes here.

Oh hi there! On Sunday after I wrapped my tv show filming (last week was nuckin’ futs!) Raymbecca was fungry. Raymbeccsteva. Three’s Company. Whatever.

Then we felt like painting. And catching the rest of the sun off Bech‘s balcony. Which I’m going to do once I hit publish #internetaddict.

I was making super fugly faces for Raymbecca and making her laugh like she just ate a cray-o-lay combo. It’s the family fugly face we do all the time ahahah.

I turned into a painting hog but then we all chilled out and talked about it and then I shared.

What is this the artist? Yes? I haven’t seen it yet but something tells me the no-talking is going to get on my nerves or I will talk the whole way through instead and get on Steve‘s nerves. CAN’T WAIT.

You are being spied on.

It was a long ass week and we got through it bubby!

We broke up one of Bech’s key chains of skull charms and each took one because why the hell else not?

It’s ten times more retarded looking since this I know you saw already okay goodbye.

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My 5 Stoli Kurations are:

Steve McQueen is the man. Click and hover over it to Like it for me, thank you very much.

This one I call FANTASY underwater world secret life.

Cheeky kitty Oh you no I’s all about the cutesy and the pinks and the cats.

When I’m away at sea don’t forget about me <3.

This LOVE ME TIL I’M ME AGAIN piece I took a photo of at Brassaii then put on tumblr went viral, it’s got over 50k reblogs and notes and sum shit and it’s call cos-a me. ‘spect! I bet you can get more likes than me.

Peace. -RTM

Today’s blog post title comes from this jam. Heed its meaning, you know I sure do.

(This blog post was edited using Coors Light Ice T. Burp. Summer of Raymi).

If you click on my blog post title it opens the post up so you can read the whole title or have the direct url to the post, so you don’t have to load my entire blog. That is all -editor.

What’s up chickenheads? I have to start deleting mad photos off my blackberry it’s almost maxed out at 4000. o_0. When I try to take pics it gives me this weird error page like DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING ANOTHER PICTURE ASSHOLE something from the hatch in Lost when they don’t press the button. Will the world end if they don’t press it or not, will my phone explode if I take one more? Duh.

Lets go ahead and get our TGIFs out of the way first, thank very much.

Because each skull is filled with every possible colour we started playing with milky food colouring mixtures. There weren’t any pink skulls til I showed up though btw obvs.

The day before I went to Aruba got my hair did at Headcandy cos it was going to fade like cray on vacraytion.

They have candy urrywhere. Big kids. Fun place. Makes sense.

At the airport, totally delirious all nighter no sleep.

I got good at craps but even better at the roulette machine until we lost everything, but it lasted a long time and I have great betting skills. I don’t gamble though (maybe just on life lol) because I vehemently believe that poor people shouldn’t gamble. But on vacation you get a hall pass to do eh-neh-thing ya want. Speaking of, my blog is linked in the New York Times today thanks to my clever Aruba headline: Hurricane Raymi hits Aruba hearts hard. When it Raymes, IT POURS.

Going through the cans of PBE like gangbusters. It’s actually a good tasting beverage not just cough syrup crazy juice, the flavour of it more than adequately covers all that rocket fuel taste up and with vodka it’s perfect for the work all day party all night (tireds) people. I am one of only two people in Toronto who has it so if you ask nicely I’ll save you one, there’s also regular Playboy Energy drink, the non-sugar free which I water down with water cos I cuckoo like that.

I’m going to wear this at the Black Keys tomorrow night. If anyone touches my white shoes I will go ballistic. Watch me. This teeny boustiere “shirt” I tried on over my bra yesterday w/o even looking in a mirror because I knew it would look awesome on me and fit. Even though that’s a Hipster Dress by Numbers shop, it’s what you select and how you put it together, plus having a slammin’ bod don’t hurt. I won’t be wearing the shorts with the pockets out though fyi. Maybe just sometimes.

There is no size on them so I dunno what they are, they’re all different and vintage, how smart and like 100% profit. Capitalists!

Cute biker hats too, on clearance (don’t f-ing copy me). Got one for Hailey too. Some little bitch “friend” of hers deleted her Facebook account. Aunty Raymi ANGRY. The White women (our last name chillax) are no strangers to catty passive aggressive mean girl bitches, jealous. I have enacted a zero tolerance for meanness or any form of negativity in my life recently so if you cross me, I will let you know and you will be exiled. No second chances. “I have had it up to here.”

Some old bat pulled my friend’s ponytail the other night at an outdoor music festival just because she was dancing (she always boogies down) and I said, if I was there when that happened I’d go to jail. The woman was evicted but wow, just wow. You can’t handle the heat of your jealousy so bad you have to get up in someone’s grill about it, so sad.

Found tinier girlier spec versions of my old ones. More lomo film too. Loading it last night made me snap, ugh so horrible. I chose to get my prints (5 rolls) developed digitally for my first try because if they’re all crappy it’s less money, I can scan the good ones. Real photograph copies are amazing though. It will be exciting to see wtf was going on around Thanksgiving and other times. The guy wanted me to come in this morning for a lesson in loading I was like, I am not a morning person and not showing up is proof of that. #diva.

Steve had hair to do and we were late so I finished up my makeup at their place around the corner from the Hoxton where I was to meet up with Bech Melodie M Kim Jules Jesse and so on it was a grand time you’ll see.

Trying to show the difference in sizes which is barely audible. Meh.

Up for some ultimate?! Thanks again CC! You just happen to be Vince’s drink so, thanks for making me look good too.

Had some wine, got ready then left for team yay cray. The women (melodiva + Bechnique) in my life were finally going to meet/hang together chaperoned by me. I was nervous! No I wasn’t, I was drunk! Nerves can’t catch me now lol.

Hey lets go shopping with our purses and grab a sandwich, is what this picture is screaming out at me.

Everyone thought we were sisters when we hung out all the time, even though my hair was platinum. It’s the gorgeous that makes them think that I guess.

And the baditude, yeah, they’re drinking from the same cray stream, def sisters.

So everyone got along just fine and what happened that I so totally called was, they teamed up against me to make fun of me, as usual. Thanks bitches!

And then, I reject their antics and chat up another girl then they get all crazy friend jealous possessive and get up all on me and Lindsay trying to tell a very simple NXNE story but no, Raymi is the party bicycle the girls get to ride whenever the want. Ghostride me across the floor and leave me for Igor. LOLZ.

More photobombs and Dave was also there too, he said SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS to me a few times and it made me blubber spit laugh bust up in the middle of my sentences each time. I am too easy. Easy now.

When I finally squeeze the girls out of shot fricking Michael Kim shows up double-fisting it GUH-REAT. I couldn’t even get myself anyway so never mind.

SO talking shit about me.

Melodie backed that suspicion up too. When you diss me I win, remember that!

Clearance dresses are the best. I found a very nice one I’m going to wear to Steve’s sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner. Reduced from $89 to $39 DISCOUNT HIGH. Maybe I’ll rent a ballin’ gown from Rent Frock Repeat for the actual wedding, we’ll see and I def am gonna make sure I’m still a size 2.

Steve said Mel’s hair was _________? Awesome, beautiful? Something like that. He’s a hair guy so he would know, I was like LOOK AT THIS as I put my hands on her shaved head and pushed her head down. Bossy is a two way street.

Oh great, more blinking. Get it together girls.

HOW DARE YOU!

(more…)

• doldrums,
• hoxton

Misbehaving always.

I can actually walk in these, they’re so much safer than my Guess nude heels which are gorgeous but they slip off at the heels when I walk.

Our favourite haunt because one of us takes a very long time getting ready. The trainwrecks that come in are great entertainment, the regular loner lushes (we saw a hook-up go down it was awesome!) and then the (hair) clients that come by who know Steve like 5 a night at least. My faves are the “don’t go home with a dude go home with food” chicks.

My horse long legs after a time being bent at 90 degrees, require a little stretch.

Oh look my Diana F. Maybe I’ll drop off film today so we can see what Thanksgiving looked like lol.

Hope the film turns out. I smooth criminaled lomography for a free camera and then never developed my film they must hate me. Took me forever to figure out how to work the thing.

Time to up my game people.

Maybe I’ll have to get more wedges. Definitely. I’ll wear these for my playboy photoshoot. Plus extensions. Some crazy high fashion hair and voila, lets do this.

Been doing more “art” lately. There are 20 skulls in total (please donate us some) and they’re all going to be different themed, we have a corks one + empty lighters. This is the crazy one. I want to do a Christmas one, Halloween, St. Patty’s, buttons, Steve has ideas too. I hope Dan Aykroyd will come. And bring Susan Sarandon too.

I’m going dedicate an entire post to them so hang tight kittens.

Maybe some other art will be there too. Raymi’s Great Estate Sale. Noel had one of those.

Catching the sun while I can. #ArubaRaymi withdrawal

Off to eat late. If your restaurant’s kitchen is open til midnight please let me know. I guess it’s snack bar next time otherwise. Which means I’ll be drinking Absinthe.

This night calls for Violet glasses.

Love her as that role and the braids. Makes me miss my blond a little.

I finally realized that all that red wine I’ve been enjoying lately was making me too hung so we just got a half bottle this time. Always go with the Carmen.

I’ll show you a sommelier.

We are turning into the same person. Glasses glasses glasses!

Al dente macaroni really cheesed me off I was a fricking bloated barrel the rest of the night AND they forgot the whole truffle part to the “truffle mac”. Boo. I still love you guys though. We always sit in the same booth.

Then we get spotted by lots of people, a lot of Steve’s clients and friends. The staff love us and get a kick out of our bullshit. We order a lot of things too cos I have a food fetish and Steve is a picky eater. Why are they always so picky?

So that’s what the top of my head looked like.

I love summer. Summer of Raymi. I am going to be mighty sad when it’s fall.

Good one.

The vest kills me. He was in my scarf by the end of the night and looked like Al Capone. It worked.

Ghosty friend, always say what’s up to.

Finally. Will never order the flat iron steak again, too chewy. I had called Watusi to see if the kitchen was still open and Andy got on the phone haha he was happy to hear from me and surprised. One time I called the random chinese restaurant Noel was eating in and they put him on the phone at his table and he laughed his fucking head off. That’s two Noel references for this post now I have to email him.

Pulled pork and onions on top of a beef burger.

And onion rings.

Hip Hop Burger time.

Yum yum in my tum tum. No I will never stop talking like this never. Ever.

Hipster Harrison Ford. Where’s your whip?

Scarves are the best for summer for when you get restaurant cold™. Time to get more, I don’t want to murder this one. But I think it’s fine to have some iconic staples people can identify over the years. The many many blog years.

Still got it though bro.

Kay lets catch up on some other junk I previously uploaded while I’m at it. BRB.

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Blog title came from this. Still dig the orig. despite all clubs playing the hell out of the remix.

IS it thirsty Thursday already?

Thanks CC. Also if you’re in an unsigned band, you should check them out on FB and enter their contest, submission deadline is August 27. You can win $3000 or new gear + studio time and your ass flown to Toronto to do the business thing-thang-a-lang. #MixedandReady is the hashtag and Canadian Club Canada is how you find out more about the contest. Good luck! And as they say back in the day, when it rains booze, it pours!

Who goes grocery shopping meets with a ballin’ booze rep and gets a lift right back to their crib with all their shopping? C’est moi. Thanks Absolut. We killed the bottle, responsibly of course. I love high-end distilled vodka.

I can’t stop pinching myself lately.

Hola muchachos! Lets try to figure out what I did last night, I like going through the carnage backwards, like a treasure hunt and almost as scary as Jumanji.

How to dress for a fashion show if you’re nervous about fashion shows (everyone is) and part of the show is the fashion on the floor. Waiting for the show is people watching city. I counter-balance my anxiety by dressing classic and understated, casual, comfortable and I kinda always have to go in sync with Raymbecca who is stubborn as a mule with her shit (always excruciatingly so it makes me go 1. bananas 2. hair loss 3. rage).

Anyway when you go out dressed like the underdog people get wicked intrigued by you quick so when you do something or say something classified as “neat” they are BLOWN AWAY BY YOU like the monkey is now TALKING.

I am so not falling for that one Raymbecca. Hmm, sniff. JUST JOSHING YOU.

Not to brag hag but all the gays loved us, me first. My ego was at an all time high. And you know what we did to make friends? Nothing. I mean, be ourselves (who does that??) This is not our first rodeo (what?) but I’ll give it to my famous hairstylist to grease the wheels for me before arrival by talking about me to everyone first thanks bro. The rest we did ourselves.

I really love this rooftop, it wasn’t as slammed as a couple fashion show nights ago but it was busy enough, with room to enjoy yourself, dig? There is always one requisite cluster of annoying “too good for everyone fashionistas”, Cube never disappoints. Too bad they were trashy and fug. They are rude and they storm you, I wouldn’t move out of the way of one because it was the third time they clothes-lined our crew, such bratty poorly brought up manner-less women beasts trying to gain alpha club status like there is nowhere else to go up here, you are here, stop pacing. No one is better than anybody else up there as far as I’m concerned but it’s fun to watch some try to be.

One of our twenty new gay best friends hahaha.

I don’t think you want to know what I asked about that ring. His friend exploded in to laughter and said, “yes basically!” Lolz. Raymbecca had a blast last night my brain marbles are still blasted out of my head for it.

Danier jackets. Some super amazing ones. I’d love a new jacket for fall and keep my little beater one for when I go to Salvador Darling. Where everyone loses jackets.

Cute. Next time I am going to eat a bag of popcorn and lay on a couch because “I’m media”.

It’s like The Ring.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAh.

Fancy nails. Upped my game and worth just from slicking it on. I want to wear my monokini today lol. I’ll save it for the island. Who saves things? Burn those fancy candles now! Oprah says. I apply that to everything.

Ooh ma nails. Can you have a crush on yourself?

Look it’s the Three Muskecheers. I wonder where le f the Killigrew boys were?

One day Raymbecca will dance on the catwalk after the show and it will be hilarious.

It was nice being told all night long how beautiful I was “like model”. Like, how tanked are you guys? They turned my blahh-zay attitude right around. My understated slob sailor outfit was a success.

I almost wore my ghettofab wedges but I didn’t think that would be safe to bike in who am I the Spice Girls now? (yes) but anyway you know these mary jane wedges have been kickin’ it with me for years now (can you remember how many?) they’re uber comfortable to deal with, albeit borderline geriatric. How many shits I give can also be applied to my dance moves.

Smooth.

I styled the rest of Bech‘s outfit, just popped that necklace on and voila. Sold.

Nice pipes!

Oh summer nights. Quit smoking it’s grosstastic! Looks good in my pictures though.

That is the world’s most intense cigarette drag.

It’s nice and toasty up there it’s like the roof was ripped off to make way for the gotham view. It really puts me in a good mood.

Lets have a nice sit. Can you tell I put gold glimmer everywhere on my eyes?

Too bad my eyes are different colours. I pulled a Bowie. This is essentially just another It’s Pat! outfit.

Then we rode bikes home and massacred a chicken carcass with tipsy jerk sauce all over it and drank my VIP bottle of Absolut Elyx. And that my friends is what we call Tuesday night. Til next time.

• Cube,
• danier,
• fashion,
• fashion show,
• nightlife,
• party

Look Dad!

Turn on Toronto FTW!!! Fun afternoon it so was.

Thanks so much Surane and the rest of the TOT boys you are all sweethearts. I’ve been excited about this video since April What a delightful surprise to see it today! I sound kind of smart and real and authentic and humble pie whatever right. Wow that hair, I was growing out my roots at the time. Dyed it dark a couple weeks later or so.

Raymi, Raymi, Raymi The Minx. what more can you say about one of Toronto’s most famous (and some might say infamous) bloggers, that hasn’t already been said?

Well, it turns out, lots.

Lauren White, recognized throughout the digital sphere as her better known alter ego, was not what we expected. When we reached out to her about an interview, she immediately got back to us and was ready to go. When we asked where she’d like us to shoot the interview, we asked her to choose a place that reflected her personality, what she was about, and somewhere she’d feel really in her element… she suggested Chuck E. Cheese. That’s the moment we knew we’d have fun with the Minx.

Though she’s been documenting her life for all to see over the last decade-ish, getting a good idea of who she was prior to meeting her was not as easy as one might think. We all know you can be anyone you wanna be online, and when readers only have photos and day-to-day fragments of a life to go on, how much do you really know someone – even if you’ve been reading their blog everyday for some time. But that sort of elusive intimacy, where your audience feels like they know you, like you’re a part of their world, and they begin to care about you – or despise you for that matter – the ability to generate that kind of relationship is what the idea of fame and celebrity is built upon. It’s a concept that Raymi understood a long time ago, it was something she strived to experience, wouldja look at her now.. she has since gone on to have over 5000 people visiting her world on a daily.

When we finally did meet, the first impression we had of her was.. different. Having scrolled through her blog for days, and seen countless photos of her life, many would chalk up her blog as self-absorbed, vain, and pointless overall, and we’re sure many have. But for her to be as successful as she’s become, many more must’ve caught on to something special, something obscure.. something different. We found her world fascinating, because we really didn’t know what to make of it. We wanted to find out what her motivation was for baring all, for continuing on this long, and where she intends to go with what she’s established for herself thus far.

From reading her blog, you might expect a person whose life revolves around themselves, so self-interested and focused on building an online identity that they’ve lost touch with the world outside a laptop.. and to be honest, we wouldnʼt have been surprised if that person showed up. Lauren White, frankly, was anything but. When we asked what turns her on in Toronto, she actually turned the mic on Surane, interviewing the interviewer. And she did it because she seemed genuinely interested in the answer, and didn’t just want to talk about herself. From the moment we met Raymi the Minx, the one thing we all agreed on was this.. no matter what you think about her, or what she does, or who she’s trying to be.. if you’ve ever met the girl, the one thing you can’t say about her is that she’s not real.. because she is. Love her or hate her, she’ll tell you what she thinks, and is not shy about sharing her opinion or defending the little guy.

She says she’s always wanted to be famous, and she’s by no means modest about it. Instead, she’s honest. It’s refreshing to meet someone who’s so out there that when you meet them they somehow have a way of making you feel at home instantly, as if you’ve been hanging out with them your whole life. Raymi, Lauren, whatever you wanna call her, she’s that girl. Why she attracts a lot of the hate she does is lost on us, because from speaking with her for as long as we did we soon found out she’s actually a quirky, warm, and overall lovely person.. and contrary to the loud, life of the party, center-ofattention personality sheʼs created online, she’s actually very down to earth, even somewhat shy.

So to all her critics, naysayers and haters out there, we have this to say on behalf of Raymi the Minx.. quiet down, wouldja? The girl’s trying to put on a show, so just let her do her thing, because some of us are having a good time watching her do it. Big thanks to the good folks at Mildredʼs Temple Kitchen for letting us host the interview during regular business hours! Swing over to MTK located in Torontoʼs Liberty Village for good food, good drinks, and the friendliest staff around.

I am grinning my face off right meow! >Be sure to fangirl Turn On Toronto and be glad you did they got a good thing going and thanks for making me look good.

• mildred's temple,
• turn on toronto