All I Want Is All I Need (Part 6)

I am a walker. Honestly, I love walking- rain or shine, hot or cold, day or night, absolutely smashed or sober as a bird- I derive so much pleasure from walking. Listening to and observing the sights and sounds of the city, absorbing- things I think most of us take for granted. And the whole notion of the taxi- forget about it. I'll pass on paying to get chubs, thank you very much.

There is, however, one machine that, if I were to suddenly to come into possession of it (my upcoming birthday, perhaps), might alter my perception of walking...

I have wanted a Vespa for ages. And I figure with my lack of skills behind the wheel of an automobile (I'm a fun driver, if not safe), perhaps a Vespa would be a good jumping off point? There is just something so wonderfully cosmopolitan, so very European about driving a Vespa. Two summers ago, while shopping in Paris, I was lucky enough to witness some young French aristocrat, in a shawl-collar cardigan over a v-neck tee, motor his navy blue Vespa to the entrance of Le Bon Marche and nonchalantly stroll into the department store to do some serious damage, no doubt. Ah, yes...how I envision myself motoring down Bloor to Holt's, creepers similarly gawking at my vision of nobility as I nonchalantly stroll inside to find more objects to add to All I Want Is All I Need... 

Up until last night, in all of my nearly 21 years, I had never attended a concert. I've had the pleasure of witnessing many DJs "spin", and some indie bands do their thing at small Toronto bars, but I had never attended one of those massive, pyrotechnic undertakings filled with the thousands of screaming fans of the headliners, who help define the music of a generation. Like I said, I hadn't been...until last night.

My great International Gypsy friend N surprised me a few days ago by inviting me to The Killers concert at The ACC. A friendship with one of the band members had developed through some of her New York exploits, and she was offered a few tickets for the show. Along for the ride were M and M, and after a few pre-drinks in the underground at Union Station and the lobby of the ACC (aka light vodka Rockstars- and was that N with a mickey of Finlandia?- ever-so-discretely sipped behind LCBO paper bags aka homeless styles), we settled into our seats- 4th row right-stage (did I get that right?). We ordered some drinks, danced the night away (WHY would you come to The Killers concert and sit in your seats the whole time? Really, some people boggle my mind), and belted out our fave tunes. The concert ended with my personal favorite, When You Were Young.

The night wasn't over yet though! N had also procured some backstage passes, and we hung out with the band backstage. Expecting a hardcore after-party, I was instead somewhat pleasantly surprised to find that the band members were...ummm...average? Hardly the "rockstars" I'd figured they would be. After some stiff drinks, exploration (the food table's "special order" was a box of Coffee Crisps which, according to one band member, do not exist in the U.S.), and generally hanging out backstage for a while, M and I left for a little drunken action at Andy Poolhall.  When we were young...

Resolution

So I've taken quite the sabbatical from blogging, but it's a new year and I'm inspired!!

Being the marvelous Aquarian that I am, I naturally found it very intriguing to learn from M, my very good friend and an arm-chair astrologist, that 2009 is supposed to bring me oodles of luck and prosperity. This is excellent news...God knows I could make do with a little bit of luck!!

And though I don't necessarily agree with the whole concept of the New Year's resolution (that is, deciding to make a personal change at one specified time of year as opposed to constant growth), I've nevertheless "resolved" to make a number of alterations in my life, and so this- accompanied by my purported year of luck- I think sets me up for nothing but success. Trust I'll keep you posted!

The London Bridge is Falling Down

Tonight
tonight = felix cartal @ the social
tonight - my name is SOPHIA.
peace
love
joy
merry effing christmas fuckers.

Savage Grace

I just finished writing my last exam tonight, and if I don't do as well as I had hoped, at least I will be able to place why...

Every time I attempted to go through my notes or write that blasted essay, I would very quickly give up and grab Savage Grace. It's a crazy (but true) story about, as the book's header reads, "Fatal relations in a rich and famous American family". I know, totally up my alley! The story centres around one branch of the Baekeland family- of Bakelite plastics fame- and the "relations" are truly fatal. A collection of memoirs of relatives and close friends of Brooks, Barbara and Antony Baekeland, Savage Grace weaves together the tale of the self-destructing family as they idly flit about from Paris to New York to Mallorca, and every European and American destination in between.

Savage Grace is a fantastic read. It's tough to get through (I actually gasped aloud at some points), and truly heartwrenching. To sum it up, Savage Grace is absolutely devastating. READ IT!!

Oh yeah, the film is now on DVD...trust I'll watch it ummm...tomorrow.

All I Want (For Christmas) Is All I Need

I don't normally ask for too much from my parents for Christmas...so, in keeping with tradition, here is my very minimal Christmas list!

-Tom Ford fur boots

-Lanvin oversized wayfarer sunnies

-BOOKS (a neverending list that I won't bore you with)

-A Vespa

-Lanvin pilot aviator sunnies (yep, still waiting!)

-Subscription to Vanity Fair :|

-My driving insurance reinstated (the least likely of all)

-Raf Simons Eastpak bag

-Casa Loma membership (this year without it has been HELL)

-A watch- Patek Philippe will suffice

-A nice bottle of Belvedere...or 6

-Curtains to replace the Mexican blanket covering my window

-A new window to replace the one broken by one of my favorite drunk bitches

-Dsquared Wood Cologne

-BB Pinning returned to me :s

-Everything I've ever lost returned to me

I think that about covers it. Feel free to lend a helping hand!!

Merry Christmas my beautiful children

Marbella

It's on evenings like this in Toronto- blustery, slippery, cold- that I just want to hop on a plane and go back to Marbella. Ahhh...IMAGINE...