FINLANDIA!!

Ahhh great news...PC and I have been selected to go to Helsinki, Finland this summer for a "cultural exchange" through Hart House at UofT. 

Basically, we're taking over....EUROPE.

Man's Best Friend

Two of the craziest chicks I know (they're from Vancouver, naturally) came up with this devastatingly hilarious concoction. Don't ask questions...just barf.

Props TS and GB...you give me the creeps.

Guinness Is Good For You

I have an absurd amount of weaknesses when it comes to food and beverages. Cheese, ice cream, cookie dough, uhhhh cookie dough ice cream = death to my bod. When it comes to beverages, any sort of alcohol poses something of a problem...but Guinness beer acts as both a food and beverage, and has DANGER DANGER written all over it in terms of destroying my self-dignity AND my hourglass figure. But indulging in Guinness can be ever so much more healthy and ummm pleasurable in a different kind of way...

Behold Daphne Guinness, the 40-something heiress to the Guinness brewing fortune and recent  divorcee of Spyros Niarchos, himself an heir to the gigantor Greek shipping billions. She's famous for her daring sense of style, and as I'm sure you can judge from these photos, she is an absolute nut-job...hot-mess styles. PERFECTION. A little side-note...The New York Times reported that Daphne is very "interested" in the use of armour in fashion...kinky bitch?

NM- one of Daphne's children, Nicolas Niarchos, is 19- might I suggest that while in New York you try your hand at another member of the Niarchos family? Maybe this one stays away from those Rose Bar bathrooms and half bottles of Belvedere in one swig. And hey, when you two socialites run into each other, be sure to put in a good word to Daphne for me!

teNeues

Basically the life I am going to enjoy in the near future has been documented already!! Boutique publisher teNeues specializes in the fabrication of beautiful tomes that illustrate all things amazing: from fashion and photography to travel and architecture- indeed, I'm sure many of the books can be found on most of the Louis XIV coffee tables pictured in the books themselves!

Especially coveted by me- ummm, all of them. Can't wait until every teNeues book ever published line the bookshelves of my own Luxury Houses (yes, plural)...

*Public Service Announcement*- Spadeena, Not Spadeyena

Okay so I need to clear up something that has been confusing this city for ummm approximately a century. This matter has even tested one of my great friendships (thankfully, we were able to get past it- but my friend still insists he's right. He's wrong.)...a Toronto thoroughfare most of us are ever so familiar with- Spadina Rd.-has been mispronounced essentially since its inception.

 

A little background- William Warren Baldwin named his country house "Spadina", derived from the Huron espadinong, which translates as "sudden rise of land" (the house was located on the Davenport Hill). The property was eventually purchased by James Austin, founder of the Dominion Bank (now TD). Austin tore down the existing house and built a larger, more luxurious manor- the present Spadina House (albeit now with some additions and alterations).

Spadina House

ANYWAY, eventually Austin decided to sell much of the land surrounding his house, including a generous amount of the southern portion of his estate. He divided his land into separate plots, and constructed a road leading from the hill all the way to downtown- he named it Spadina Road.

Traditionally, the wealthier, more educated populace resided in the Annex, north of Bloor (think Timothy Eaton), while the lumpen workers resided south of Bloor. Those living on Spadina north of Bloor knew to pronounce the street "SpadEEna", while the simple, impoverished masses simply looked at the word and thought "oh, it's SpadEYEna."

So here's the deal...it has become acceptable to call Spadina south of Bloor "Spadeyena", and north of Bloor "Spadeena". I would like to recommend, however, that from now on we all pronounce the street in its entirety SpadEEna- please, for your own sake, don't catch yourself following in the footsteps of those lumpens of years past.

...Confused?

ALSO: please visit the Spadina Historic House Museum!! 

All I Want Is All I Need (Part 4)

Just when I thought I'd changed my ways and I would never lose any of my belongings ever again in life- I lost something.

The biting wind and extreme temperatures of late made me want to break out my trusty old Hugo Boss parka...naturally, it's gone. Where, who knows!! Just another one of my expensivo goodies to add to the list (that JM has been all too thoughtful to compile. Look here.)

Since I am winter coat-less, I've been on the prowl trying

 to decide what my next one should be...and I think I've found it!

When I was in Paris two summers ago (yes, I wanted alot of things in Paris...) I walked by the Moncler store near my hotel on the Faubourg Ste-Honore, and decided that I needed one...what's better in a winter jacket than warm and obnoxious?! I want the "K2", so...I'm going to get one. The end.

Smug Smirky Suri

Ummm am I the only person who thinks that Suri Cruise- the offspring of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes- is kind of like hmm well uhhh i don't know ummm a stuck up b***h???

Yes, she's like 3 or something. But come on, her photos are all over the place...doesn't anybody else notice the smug little smirk on her face all the time?

Hell, I don't blame her. If Roger Vivier sent me a custom pair of shoes and my mother took me for an afternoon of shopping at Hermes, I too would probably be a little snobby monster (even worse than I already am, some might say). But hey, I love stuck up bitches...in just over a decade, little socialite Suri is going to be something else.

My Future House (One of Them)

I absolutely love this co-op apartment building...it's at 2 Sultan Street, basically at Bloor and St. Thomas...perfect location, beautiful building. I WILL LIVE THERE. I'm thinking I'll buy the top two floors and create one gigantor love shack-party palace? Yep. But One St. Thomas is just fucking gorgeous too...

Now where do I want to build my country house? And my winter house? And my "cottage"?

New Friends

My friend PC and I broke into the AGO tonight and fucked around (more about that here). It was saweeet and I am in love with life now.

Aside from dancing on the couches at FRANK (the AGO's new resto) and jerking off in a secluded, very-no-trespassing room, we also made some delightful new friends!!

Dr. Murray Frum and his *ahem* cougar wife, Nancy Lockhart, were on their way out of the Member's Preview Night at the gallery, and were more than hospitable in taking our photos. Can't wait until the 14th when we can view Bernini's Corpus, very generously donated to the AGO by those new friends of ours, and worth $50 million.

...Hogtown

Some images of the city as it was...

Moving On Up

It's recently dawned on me that a few of my close friends are on their immediate way to bigger, better, and brighter things. Two, for example, have fast tracked through university and will graduate after this, their third year. So many possibilities lay ahead of them, and it's really only a matter of time before their confidence and ambition pay off- literally. Another one of my favourites, although no longer in school (and I'm going to venture to say that she will never return...?!) is moving to New York City (where she's signed with a modeling agency) and god knows where else, meeting everybody and anybody, having an amazing time and following that star. 

Of course, I'm ecstatic for what awaits them- but this realization has also given me something of a swift kick in the ass. I'm only around halfway finished Uni, and my act- though more intact than in previous years- is still not quite together. It's alarming, but at the same time I just have this feeling that I'm on the right path, and that all I need to do is keep learning from my retardations and everything will work itself out in the end. AKA I have nothing to worry about- we're all going to get anything and everything we want...!

I feel so much better now :)

All I Want Is All I Need (Part 3)

You know when elderly people wear those sweet, nutso black shield-sunglasses slash anti-blindness-devices, and all you want to do is approach them and ask them if they'll hand over the little buggers because they just look SO FUCKING BOMB?!?!

Well, now we don't need to worry about depriving old people of their sight AND style, because Maison Martin Margiela has come out with this shawinggg pair of bronze,  "banded" sunglasses, taking that geriatric trademark just one step further. But at $545, maybe it's still worth stealing the classics from granny.

Obama

Yep. He won last night.

So Rich, So Pretty

Mickey Avalon and thecobrasnake...ummm...genius.

I like a girl with caked up makeup
In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand
Bites and scratches the blinds
But I ain't found one quite right yet
So I step with pep to the park or supermarket
Her apartment best be messy
Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class
In Jean Paul Gaultier and an Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich
Sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip
Won't say sorry when she offends
She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
In gold and silver and jewels of all colors
And she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city
So rich, so pretty...

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
A sassy little frassy with bulimia
Her best friend's a plastic surgeon
And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz
Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
Money from mommy lovely in Versace
Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
And I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly
She gets naughty with her pilates body
And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
And makes her act more friendly
Dance the night away
And she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city

I've had your kind before, Mickey
Go get my purse, Mickey
Lock the door, Mickey
You're just a midnight snack
Shhhh, don't talk back
You're just a boy Mickey
You're just a toy Mickey
You're just a boy Mickey

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city

So rich, so pretty
So rich, so rich
So pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
So pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey

That's The Ryrie Building.

So I really love this building at 229 Yonge St., at the corner of Yonge and Shuter...it currently houses Urban Outfitters and (ahem) Buffalo (:s). HOWEVER, it has a rather illustrious history...

Ryrie Bros. was, at around the turn of the twentieth century, Canada's largest and most successful fine jewelry firm. Downtown Yonge Street at the time was where all of the large emporiums- Eaton's, Simpson's, Holt Renfrew, etc.- had their flagship shops, and this was Ryrie Bros'.

Ryrie's merged with Ellis Bros., another Toronto firm, and Henry Birks & Sons of Montreal, and became Birks-Ellis-Ryrie. All of the stores across Canada, thanks to those little Montreal buggers, eventually became Henry Birks & Sons stores, and the other names were essentially removed from Canadian history :(

If this is the 1232174587th time you've heard this story, TOO BAD, SUCKAH.

Noticing You, Noticing Me...

Dear wife of a prominent Toronto department-store heir,

Remember that moment our eyes locked on Cumberland the other day? Me with that ol' coyote on my head, grabbing a Starbucks Iced Americano, and you, looking all Jackie O' with your Chanel sunnies, fresh out of a charity luncheon at the Four Seasons. I felt it, and I know you felt it too! Though you're older than my mother and you've been happily married for decades (too long, too long), you're hot- and I think we should go for it.

Things aren't really working out with Cindy OR The Duchess, so how about I meet you post- Material Ball for a little tete-a-tete? I promise you won't be disappointed.

Yours,

Seanald

...no but actually.

Oi

School please die.

Oh Happy Day

One St. Thomas- Pretty close to Heaven.

:s

My Google AdSense is currently "How I Lost 90lbs in 6 Days"

...Need I say more?

Oldies But Goodies

On Thursday night I took advantage of an opportunity to chill out and get shmam-jammed with some old friends that I rarely see. One of my absolute favourites, DH, hosted the evening at The 5th in celebration of our friend BJ Teaser's birthday.

Behold: waste-cases.

Crazy, Crazy, Crazy.