Went to the Met and Madison Ave. yesterday. There is an amazing exhibit on Indian Master painters and on Goddess in Indian art (India, I'm coming...). Also really enjoyed the portrait of "Cher", the Honeycomb and everything about the lady in the long black duster, acid jeans, biker boots and blonde braided hair's outfit and attitude.
Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
In London and Paris. Feel like I am just starting to recover from The Show, a crazy wedding and travel (which was amazing but still tiring and sensory overloading). Got to process, chill and get back into a regular groove.
Maybe it is classic Fall-time nostalgia syndrome, or the weird/nervous feeling I get around Halloween, or maybe its just one of my many cyclical phases, but I am extremely appreciating The Tragically Hip right now. Memories of summer camp, making out, smashing pumpkins at Forest Hill Junior School, smoking a joint for the very first time, Massey Hall, driving the roads of northern Ontario, fresh bread at Tree planting (nothing tastes better), the smell of the "mountain" in Montreal- all dancing through my pork-pie( its really kind of a strange day) clad head.
In London and Paris. Feel like I am just starting to recover from The Show, a crazy wedding and travel (which was amazing but still tiring and sensory overloading). Got to process, chill and get back into a regular groove.
