Sometimes you just gotta

Take yourself out for a romantic dinner for one.





I've been experiencing a seemingly insurmountable creative block for the last month or even longer, and over the past week or two I've really been trying to crack it. Steps taken thus far include throwing every unfinished project in the apartment out and cutting off most of my hair.

Tonight I decides to take myself out for a dimly lit glass of wine and dinner, no company, no book, no nothing, to think about what I (haven't) done - have am idea worth following through on in for fucking ever.


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Sleepover

After a busy evening, Gordon and I are bedding down for the night.

Buddies

Rough Monday?

Oh, hey, thanks

Sometimes you are in Paris and everything is rad and you conclude that, in fact, maybe things couldn't possibly get any radder and then nature slaps you with a rainbow and you realize that you were wrong and that, for once, being wrong was also rad.

SWKFEMYS last stand

For our final performance, we moved this beauty of a sofa from Bathurst and Dupont to Bloor and Christie using nothing but our intrepidness and my longboard.