Yesterday is Lost

Today, I managed to open my curtains to escape the winter gloom that has patronized my well-being over the past few months. This is officially the Winter that went on for too long and  it's easy to see the weight of it's lingering presence on the city streets. As I let in the light, I took a moment to embrace the smiles on passersby, the pedestrian populated intersection and a few birds chirping on newly awakened trees. In moments like this it feels like the whole city comes together to express their gratitude for the gifts of a changing season with underlying relief that they survived multiple snow wars. It's been a long time coming but, I think Spring might be here to stay a while- keeping us safe, warm and wildly optimistic as we prepare for another summer in the park with endless summer night escapades and romance under the maple trees. If you got lost this winter, feel comfort in knowing that you aren't the only one. Take more comfort in knowing that summer is much better for playing hide and seek. You may not find what you're looking for but it's the journey that counts.

                   "

I don't know what the weather will be

 Whether we'll see a tomorrow.
 But, if Today is all I have to give

I'll give it to you. 

So, Do what you want to. 

                                       "

Berri-Uqam

In just a few short days, with minimal sleep, I fell in love with a cute city called Montreal. 

Toronto, you have competition.

Nuit Blanc

K

Koffee + Krispy Kremes = Kontentment

My Sunday just got a whole lot brighter. I took a morning stroll to Starbucks to do some reading. I'm currently traveling back in time between the world of Marie Antoinette and the spirit of the metropolis in the 1930s for an Office I'm designing. While gazing out of the storefront window a familiar box caught my attention and I decided it was time to reunite with an old friend who will inevitably only give me heart trouble (literally). The clouds parted to reveal a glimpse of the heavens and there were Krispy Kremes for the entire city. ha!

I also finally got around to getting a Jean Jacket for the fall season. It's pretty retro but I love the fit.

20s

" The Roaring twenties. I hear it's a Golden Era...."

Tools of Self Expression

It's far too easy to get lost in the metropolis. Stop and stare at something you pass by everyday. You'll be suprised by what you find or even what you don't find.

Hello Dolly

Dolly acts a soundtrack on a quest to find the love.
Mama says there’ll be days like this and Baby June says to lay in bed with metaphor. Embracing both concepts, a mix of country, folk and soul, let your imagination run wild.

Imagine a city built of your very own hopes and dreams, and successes and failures. Think outside of what you know as architecture. In fact, think Seussian! How does a failure to fly look on Mulberry Street just outside of your downtown? How does a promotion at work play with your skyline? How does a truffula tree look beside an evergreen?
Here, the sun always shines and the rain always falls. It’s a place where people stop to talk to at least one stranger a day and where parks and picnics are plentiful. A place where overbearing towers mope in contrast to cutester, Ivory cladded houses all washed in sepia.
This is a world frozen in the past captured on a faded Polaroid always struggling to enter the present and yearning for a future. As you let this conceptualized world enter your atmosphere it begins to crumble. How does a city survive when you yourself have stopped dreaming and have lost hope? How does a city thrive when your failures outweigh your successes? And how do we please the people with fickle weather and dismal browns?
Perhaps you were never meant to be an urban planner and by no means will he ever create a world in 6 days. You’re no Alsop or Gehry and you may be disowned if you claimed to be the G O D. (It’s best to leave it up to the professionals.) But as this world continues to crumble, take time to smirk, if only to yourself, for one day, your hope will be ample and your dreams lucid. Until then, don’t be afraid to dream in Sepia. You’ve gotta start somewhere before you spin a colour wheel. It’s not the end of a world we’ve dreamed up together; it’s merely the beginning.