Every Other Word

Let's be honest, when I was told there would be an opportunity to dump paint, Holi powder and 20lbs of bouncy balls on these guys, I didn't hesitate to put my good aim to use. The Noise FM's first music video has been a long time coming but thanks to some fine folks at Rhapsody Productions and a lot of lead paint, it is complete. In between fist fulls of neon powder, I shot a few [hundred] stills from the pristine start to the disheveled end. It's been several weeks and the song now plays as white noise in the back of my mind but I hope this is just the beginning to many more visual feasts from these boys. 

 And so, the "Every Other Word" music video.

Rabbit Avenue

I am having an affair... with the city of Toronto. It shouldn't come as a surprise since it's often compared to Chicago, but my love for Toronto is in the honeymoon stage when it can do no wrong. For my birthday, I treated myself to a flight there via Porter Airlines. I spent the weekend with some of the most loving, easy-going humans I know. We met only a year ago but their hospitality and city keep me coming back. I spent my last day biking with Annie around Kensington Market, stopping for ice cream and candy and sampling jams and mustard. That evening, I wanted to take a moment to capture my lady friends in the garden they've begun curating. At one point, Cailtin sweetly inquired, "Do you know when you've taken a good picture?" This stuck with me and the answer is yes. There's a feeling when I know I've taken something that encapsulates the moment perfectly; a desire to freeze what my mind sees so others might see it too. Of course, I don't have to travel anywhere to find that feeling... but it doesn't hurt when I get to see these faces.

Como la flor

I'm a sucker for themed parties. Why? Because I can dress up. My childhood was spent playing with Barbies, riding imaginary horses and dressing up to gain the attention of my mother. Since then, I no longer play with Barbies and rarely pretend I'm riding make-believe horses but I've yet to kick the desire to dress in garb I wouldn't normally wear. I spent the weekend in Kansas City and came across this cowboy hat in the back of the coat closet. Keeping with the southwestern theme, I put on a dress my mother acquired in Mexico, a leather belt adorned with Aztec pyramids, a buckskin jacket I purchased at an estate sale in Chicago and a door wreath because... why not? This is what transpired from spare time and a sister who served as my impatient tripod. All in the name of gaining my mother's attention.