Vancouver

Chasing Spring

Crêpes have somehow creeped its way up my food list this past week. And so that's how I started my morning off today. Just off of Main St. + 28th and into a residential neighbourhood is Le Marché St. George, a corner heritage home turned café with a rustic, homey and comfortable interior. Two quiet streets decorated by cherry blossoms and magnolia trees intersect at the front and local families and friends gather to sit out in the sun to enjoy a savoury breakfast crêpe with a cup of warm black coffee. As I sliced away at my ham, gruyère and béchamel heaven, a little boy sat most comfortably on the bench across me, feet hovering 4 inches above the sidewalk, holding a cone of ice cream, slowly melting away with every lick and direct sunlight above him; the epitome of comfort and a reminder of how beautiful it is to be yourself in the most carefree and relaxed state. He finished his snack with a smile and slowly rode off to somewhere on his bike. 

Afterwards, a walk around the neighbourhood was inevitable...and with the day soaked in not just sun, but also curiosities, we found this roughly decorated garage-way: 

And with the afternoon sun perfectly positioned, we played with light flares: 

And we peered through other stores and cafés to find others enjoying life like we were:

6:30pm. Nearing sunset, the last bits of light shined through: 

A Reflection on Influence and Power

Today, more than ever before, the unspoken rules of societal dynamics are at the forefront of my evening mind. Influence and power versus manipulation and control...the difference is the display of emotions and its method of transfer to an audience. An act of self interest, with a positive twist becomes an act of care; in the same manner, an effort to be confident, with a negative twist becomes a demonstration of ego. In the midst of these complex social nuances, there is really no right or wrong way in building influence. Ultimately, holding at the core some of the key values of respect, understanding, care, humility, passion and confidence is the key to influence, and whether this can be achieved is how others view you as you strive to stay true to yourself. And in this way, perhaps there is as much innate trait as there is effortful strategy. 

Long Weekend Buzz

1. Chinese New Year Celebration
2. Contemporary Dance Class
3. Superbowl Sunday
4.  Four-hour Beef Wellington Preparation, Gordon Ramsay style
5. Household Chores
6. Matcha Latte Sipping
7. Popcorn Eating
8. Massage
9. Wine Drinking
10. Singing along to 16 years of Coldplay music

 "If I'm looking at you, it's because I think you're very beautiful. And so are you. And you too." 

"If I'm looking at you, it's because I think you're very beautiful. And so are you. And you too." 

 Can you spot the 4 imperfections here?

Can you spot the 4 imperfections here?

 A shadow may be anonymous, but it is not 100% unidentifiable. 

A shadow may be anonymous, but it is not 100% unidentifiable. 

 It's a mid-afternoon Saturday, post coffee and a massage. Sunlight softly seeps through the ceiling-high windows of the dance studio and a thin layer of afternoon dust stays piled invisibly and inconsistently across the glossy floor. We're about to do some turnouts and wake up with sore glutes the next day. 

It's a mid-afternoon Saturday, post coffee and a massage. Sunlight softly seeps through the ceiling-high windows of the dance studio and a thin layer of afternoon dust stays piled invisibly and inconsistently across the glossy floor. We're about to do some turnouts and wake up with sore glutes the next day. 

Vacant

The days melt into one another with yesterday feeling like today and my 15th Birthday feeling like yesterday, and just like that, my memory surpasses the speed of time. In honuoring Throwback Thursday, these were probably taken at the tail end of summer, when I dragged myself into my corner den/office, stood on top of a stool to pick up my dusty camera off the shelf and without question, journeyed on to a solo photowalk. Without thought, I let my feet take me to the vacant industrial chunks of land outlining the edge of Gastown, to join the industrial vacancy and rawness of grey tin buildings.