Saturday, August 28, 2010

Summer doesn't live here anymore

Today a friend and I made one last attempt at aestival bliss on Sunset Beach. The good news: there weren't many people around (it's so important to snag a good log!) and we got some great shots. The bad news: summer seemed to have vacated Vancouver. Up-close we looked like two plucked turkeys, deep in conversation about which type of cuisine would best bring the color back in our faces.

 I'm gonna call this an extreme sport.

I like to think I'd make a great pedicurist. Just look at these ten happy customers.

Dress, Club Monaco. Cardigan, J.Crew. Sunglasses, Winners. Sandals, Nine West. Photos of me courtesy of Joylin N.

Friday, August 27, 2010

At Last

The J.Crew cardigan I ordered 3-4 weeks ago has finally arrived! More photos to come in which I will be wearing said cardigan, somewhere scenic in British Columbia. Until then, it shall hang patiently in my closet, where it will be given une petite attention now and then.

And here is a closer look:

Monday, August 23, 2010

The Salt Building, Vancouver.

A little early for a Christmas card, but I couldn't resist this.

I throw myself to the mercy of the finch. He doesn't seem to care.

I still can't believe I get to wake up to this every morning.

South Granville architecture.

I toyed with the luminosity of this photo, which resulted in this uncharacteristically pale face.

I am terrible with technology, but I just figured out how to post multiple photographs. This calls for a celebration of melatonin and a night of uninterrupted sleep. Wish me luck.

And that's how we met.

Banana republic vintage sweater and jeans, Nine West sandals, Ann Taylor vintage bag.

Welcome to my blog! It took me a couple years to even decide to start it (more on my irresolution and perfectionism later) and now here I am... trying to think of something clever with which to start. Within this space, I shall do my best to regale you with all sorts of what-I-consider-to-be aesthetically pleasing photographs, funny and hopefully poignant stories, musings on linguistics and grammar, unsolicited book and movie reviews, and so on. Throughout all this, I will strive not to sound unreasonably narcissistic, but I can't make any promises. This is a blog, after all.