Posts from August 2011
August 10, 2011
Hiya. I’ll start this with a few links to some of my work that’s been out there in the webesphere. Here’s a piece I did on teen photographer Petra Collins that got picked up all over the place. (Hot young girls with talent generate interest. Not surprised. Also, helps to have ArtStars in there. And Tavi.) Here’s a piece I did on Jenni Lee Nelson and her fantastic vintage store in the Downtown Eastside. Here’s a piece I did on Deandra, the lady I owe for having magnificent hair, and her new salon and her inspiring everything. Also, if this gets something like 300 more hits, I make an extra 50 buck. So please click! Then I can subscribe to a magazine or something.
So there’s that. I have a bunch of photos to share. This past weekend I was fortunate enough to attend Dave and Abby’s wedding on Gabriola Island, one of my favourite places in the world. (Note: I originally wrote “Galiano” because for some reason I ALWAYS mix the two up, despite the fact that Gabriola is my favorite place in the world and I had just spent five hours writing about it yesterday. I’m a dumb-dumb. Freudian geographical slip or something.)
Snack buffet and travel companion, Larry David.
The view from the cabin I stayed at. The day I went over, an armed and dangerous man was on the loose on the island after a woman was murdered. (No joke.) I was kinda scared of the idea of staying in the cabin in the middle of the woods, alone. But it was all right. Marvelous, in fact.
There were some cliff formations on the property so I went out and took moody pictures.
This represents my pretty, feminine mood.
Later that night, after I spent the day doing interviews for a story I’m writing, I went over to Nanaimo to pick up some comedians and friends.
They were likely laughing about the creepiest kid alive, who was also on the ferry.
The night before the wedding. Alicia and Graham gave Dabby bread slippers. If you listen to Dave’s podcast (and you probably do) you’ll know the joke.
Me, clownface and the bread slippers.
The next day a bunch of us went to the Malaspina Galleries, which was one of the most beautiful places I’ve visited in recent times. The above photos weren’t them.
This was them. Holy smoly.
Then the fellas started jumping into the water, all carefree styles.
I didn’t jump. I chose to slip in.
Almost wedding time. This is the part where everyone takes advantage of how pretty and handsome they look and takes pictures of everyone else. I think Alicia stole the show, after the bride, of course.
Is it getting warm or what? Myself with some handsome fellas.
Then the stunning ceremony, which included but wasn’t limited to adorable flower girls in handmade dresses, a cry-worthy poem and quote about love, a butterfly AND an eagle. Not to mention the absolutely knock-out bride. I had a sneak peak at the shoes and dress design but Abby just blew my mind with how she pulled it off. Every detail of that outfit blew my brain right out of my head.
I was lucky to clock some Grampa time. He’s my #1 (a). [Dutchie is my #1 (b).]
WE HAVE ALLERGIES!
Dan and I pretending we have chemistry.
The next day when I came home my beautiful neighbour was having a girl’s bbq croquet party in my backyard and happened to have invited every single hot girl in this city. Too bad you weren’t invited.
Then I went to another bbq and this anime character was there.
And these two fantastic staple friends.
Oh, did you know my mum’s been in town and it’s been absolutely divine?
Tags: Abby Campbell, Alicia Tobin, ArtStars, bread slippers, Charlie Demers, Dan Werb, Dave Shumka, Deandra Vaughn, Elianna Lev, Gabriola Island, Gabriola not Galiano, Graham Clark, Heartbreak Salon, Jenni Lee Nelson, Nadja Sayej, Petra Collins, Stop Podcasting Yourself
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