Showing posts with label Jet City Woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jet City Woman. Show all posts

11.11.2012

Going Back To Cali


TRAVEL TIME 

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You know you're a west coast girl when you're listening to Frank Ocean and the ocean at the same time. I just got back from an amazing work trip to California. Get this, the San Francisco airport has a yoga room for downward dog travellers and you can get as much raw, vegan, gluten free snacks to banish airplane peanuts for a lifetime. It's my kind of place. Here are a few iPhone pics from my whirlwind tour past Stephanie Tanner's Full House, across the Golden Gate to the home of the real Lost Boys, Santa Cruz. Sweet life.  


INSTAGRAM PHOTOS FROM SAN FRANCISCO & SANTA CRUZ


6.03.2012

Go Go



TRAVEL TIME 
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I haven't stood still in months, which is a good thing. I don't do boring. Every time I leave Montreal, I gain a new perspective and get a little more inspired. It's all the creative juices you get from not sitting in front of a computer 24/7. These days I seem to be taking a million photos on my iPhone then my actual camera. It's great because you don't have to be perfect checking exposures and it's always on me. 

From magazine heaven in The Netherlands to the best brunch in Brooklyn then off to a confetti party in Texas while flying over Chicago and back again. Next stop is London. And it's calling... may each step you take be sweet. 

INSTAGRAM PHOTOS FROM TEXAS / NEW YORK / THE NETHERLANDS / NORTHERN QUEBEC / HOME 

4.14.2012

Austin City Limits




AUSTIN TIME
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I just got back from the heart of Texas (clap clap). And as always, the lone star state didn't disappoint. Austin kicks honky tonk butt. It's an amazing city full of live music, BBQ and cowboy charm. Here's a few photos from the trip. YEHAW. 


1 NEON SIGN ACTION AT GIBSON GUITARS  2 A RED ARMY JAM AT THE SWAN WITH THE FLYING BALALAIKA BROTHERS  3 BUS YO' SELF AT THE SPIDER HOUSE  4 ME AND RUDY KEEPING IT REAL AT BREAKAWAY RECORDS  5 EASTER CONFETTI   6 AMADEUS OR BEETHOVEN  7 WINNER CHICKEN DINNER   8 MUSTACHES AT THE MOHAWK  9 THE MAGIC OF TRAILER SPACE RECORDS  10 DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS  11 I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL 12 MAN AGAINST BEAST

1.01.2012

Wild West








NATURE'S PATH
There isn't a city in sight. I'm deep in the woods perched on a calm winter's ocean. It smells like a mix of pine cones, salt air and dried blackberries. I've seen more deer than people and I have the sudden urge to wear a lumberjack shirt and carve a walking stick out of driftwood. I feel like i could wrestle a bear or build a log cabin. I'll settle on the latter. I really am in the west. Happy 2012. May your heart stay wild. 

12.31.2011

West Coast Winter











WEST COAST BEST COAST
I'm home for the holidays. From Vancouver to Chemainus to Nanoose Bay and back I've seriously had a culinary mash-up of izakaya, Dutch tarts, beefy beef and chicken with waffles. It's mouth vibes west coast styles! Cheers to laying low and eating far too many delicious treats with friends and family. Gettin' fat y'all. It's a good thing my feet didn't get chubby so I could buy Rachel Comey loafers. L.O.V.E.  

11.23.2011

Postcards from Marfa | Part Dos




















POSTCARDS FROM MARFA / PART DOS
I can't get Lana Del Ray's Video Games out of my head. I've been signing it for weeks. To me, it's what Marfa sounds like – a little sexy, a lot dusty, heart breaking and tumble weed friendly. It's the song that lulled me to sleep, drowning out the train whistle. Dreaming of two-step, full moons and loaded Winchesters. 

I went a little camera crazy this trip and took something like 19887766 photos, some of which will be on a Call It Spring Tumblr for the spring/summer season. I couldn't resist to post a little more. Here's part dos of postcards from Marfa.
 
Cheers to tacos, plastic fruit, Fancy Pony Land and Chicken the pocket-sized Pomeranian. Giddy it up.

11.20.2011

Postcards from Marfa | Part Uno













POSTCARDS FROM MARFA PART UNO
I want to be a cowboy. And you can be my cowgirl. Please tell me you remember this song by Boy's Don't Cry because it pretty much is the soundtrack for Marfa, Texas. 

From the lone Prada store to a field of trailers painted the colour of fruit punch, Marfa is magical. It's a desert town filled with pockets of amazing under a dusty rose hue. Sure the harsh environment aged me like a worn-in saddle but it was worth it. My heart belongs to Texas with a little piece left for Ty the last American cowboy. See mystery light y'all.

Marfa was the backdrop to the up-coming spring/summer Call It Spring campaign shot by superstar Susanna Howe along with a team of crazy talented high kickin' peeps. Check out more behind the scenes photos on our CIS Tumblr.