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Just wanted to show you my hairdo that I am in love with! And indulge in some mild narcissism. As you were.
If you want a easy how-to on this style, Emily of cupcakesandcashmere has one!
Katie Tower on Ping
Click through for a great set of madmen behind the scenes photos via Danhacker.
(Photos by Rolling Stone)
I miss you, but mostly I believe in you!
— In a letter from Whitney. I have the best friends. Like really. I couldn’t ask for more.
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Monster
Kanye West featuring Jay Z, Rick Ross, Niki Minaj, & Bon Iver
Douglas Coupland's "other" house.
I wouldn’t want to be the one who has to dust all of his collections. I hate dusting.
Jon Bryant - Think Back
I really want one of these bad boys. I also want a sofa, though. So…
I’ll just leave these five things here.
1. I Agree with Meaghan. WHY ARE THERE NO SCREENS ON WINDOWS HERE?! Why can’t someone answer this question? Every time I put it out there I get the BC answer of “that’s just the way it is.” Not acceptable. That’s just the way … I don’t even know.
2. Tattoos are not offensive. Ever. That is my stance on that issue. Period.
3. I can no longer keep count of the number of people who have come from Halifax to Vancouver to live in the past two months. It’s like that new car thing; you buy a car and all of a sudden it’s like everyone else on the road is driving the same make/model. Nothing is original*, but it is nice to have more than 10 friends and acquaintances. It also reminds me that no matter how big I perceive a place to be, it only gets exponentially smaller as days go by.
4. Friends of my family had a house fire on Wednesday and are now staying with my parents. They didn’t lose everything, but are displaced and probably in shock. I can’t imagine that feeling and never want to. Therefore, my shitty job and boring life have been put in perspective. At least my house (basement apartment) hasn’t burned down.
5. And a last note on work: “Keep the energy up?” God. That’s like having someone say, “You’re so much prettier when you smile.” I save my “energy” and my smiles for when I really mean it. Thanks for the tip, though.
*I didn’t come here to be original, but you know what I mean.
Return to No Fun City
by Stacey May Fowles
Vancouver has the distinct pleasure of being the city that hosted my youth’s most essential, reckless decision. As life choices go, it’s not the worst one a girl in her early twenties can make — I misguidedly followed a boy across the country. (I’m quite sure now he didn’t really want to be followed, but was much too nice to say so.) He had been offered a job on the Left Coast, and after suffering through a long-distance relationship and multiple flights back and forth, I decided enough was enough. After four years in Montreal, clutching my mostly useless bachelor’s degree, I sold my belongings and boarded a plane to Vancouver because of love. I had no apartment, no job, and no plans — just a romantic notion of “going westward as into the future.”
Take out “boys” and “love” and throw in “Adventure” and you’ve pretty much got my life right now. I commented on this. I never comment on articles.
