You're Gonna Make it After All

I remember the significance of this opener as a young child. Without knowing why, I knew that throwing a hat up in the air meant freedom; independence. To this day, I recall walking down the street singing this theme song, spinning around aimlessly and tossing my hat up in the air, yelling mother in the background, it didn’t matter, this was my moment.

I loved this show as a young person and as I re visit the series as an adult, I am struck by how timeless and relevant this program is to this day. It celebrates the independent woman, the strength of her voice and will, as well as her choice(s) not to marry. It’s bright, it’s beautiful (the colour combinations in clothing are gorgeous in and of themselves), witty, and smart.

It’s good t.v.

And it still makes me want to spin and throw my hat up in the air in affirmation that I too will make it on my own. -tM

Attention to Detail

Photography: Unknown | David Gahan, 1980’s

Photography: Unknown | David Gahan, 1980’s

I really miss the attention to detail that people would give to their wardrobes/style. I long for the days where personal grooming was equal to dignity and self-respect, when society judged you just a little more based on your appearance. Yes, you heard me, sometimes I think judgement is okay, and sometimes I feel like fear of judgement keeps us on our toes and looking just that little bit better.

You see, beauty and creativity have always been a driving force in my life, I feel inspired when I see someone dress uniquely to suit who they are, it’s personality, it’s swagger. However, for the past several years I have been getting lost in a sea of Parka’s, Canada Goose jackets, flip flops, leggings, chino’s, and wrinkled t-shirts while taking the mass transit. I no longer see anything close to inspiring.

When did it become so alright not to give a shit? When did it become okay, to wear track pants to work, and flip flops to the office? Everyone looks the same. Is this the result of people losing a sense of who they are? Are we finally devoid of personality? Has the i-phone zapped our identities? Where has that beauty of self-expression gone? How did we get here, and why is this okay? -tM

Backstage

Scenes from behind the curtain. In celebration of Fashion Month really in Europe, here are a few stand out photo’s from various shows all captured by photographer Emon Toufanian. One thing is for certain, wherever you go, or whatever you do, DO NOT leave home without your accessories. The devil still remains in the punk rock of details. Which is your favourite? -tM

l to r: Y Project; Jacquemus; Jacquemus; Rick Owens:: Rokh

Taking Root

Blurring the lines between life and art, part sculptural installation and part public furniture piece designed by Ju Lee Architects makes hanging out in this park in Seoul Korea all the more inviting. Roots that gently rise and fall create different heights for people to lean on, sit, or lie down.

Taking inspiration from nature and encouraging our connection to it in my opinion, is always a good thing. -tM

Photography: Kyungsub Shin

Stripped

Photography: Alexey Brodovitch

Photography: Alexey Brodovitch

How do you move? How do you use your body to express yourself? Do you take to the dance floor or do you move in the privacy of your own home? Where does your letting go happen?

Baryshnikov has been known to say that “When the body moves, it is the most revealing thing. Dance for a minute and I will tell you who you are.”

I miss that child like freedom of letting go wherever you are. Allowing the body to move as it wants to without the awareness that people may be judging you. Self-awareness is a beautiful thing, but somewhere along the way we allow the projections of others insecurities into our space, and often times internalize them.

I was always free in ballet class, but never really on the dance floor. Great with instruction, not so great with the freedom of creative movement. But I have always danced, sometimes for hours in front of a mirror just watching the beauty of movement.

Music and dance allow me to stop pretending, stripping me, I shed the residue of anything I may have been carrying. It’s a way of getting back to myself.

How about you, what kind of movement connects you to your inner being? -tM

Neoclassical Beauty

Photography: Jerome Galland | Villa Astor | Italy, Amalfi Coast

Photography: Jerome Galland | Villa Astor | Italy, Amalfi Coast

Bound to beauty in all of its infinite forms, this 17th Century statue standing in the garden of a villa; solitary, lost in the trees, cypresses, and pines makes me long for a secret affair. -tM

Tales from the Work Place

Today, in the presence of two male colleagues a discussion was being had about an issue that was affecting the work environment. In the end I was taken a back at what was conveyed:

Male No. 1: “Yes, well, now that women have been given more of a voice, they just don’t shut up, and feel like they can say anything.”

Male No. 2: Yes, well, this is happening because men are being emasculated by women, and they are angry, so this has has resulted in the clash of the sexes.”

Me: Dumbfounded, and disappointed, responded as such: ” Well, men have been saying whatever they want for centuries.”

There is a divide that is looming, politically, sexually, and economically, it is like staring down the barrel of a gun. I just wish that we would all realize that we are in this together, and that male liberation, is so dependent on female liberation. Am I wrong? -tM

Photography: Herb Ritts | Sandra Bernhert

Finishing Touches

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

What are your finishing touches before leaving the house for either a day of work or an evening out?

I have four: 1. Hair needs to be coiffed; 2. Some Lipstick or lip balm, depending on whether I have made up my eyes; 3. Earrings/Necklace never both at the same time, unless I am wearing small studs; 4. Rings, always my rings which I tend to have on rotation depending on the outfit.

These are my feeling ready necessities. However, it is interesting that most revolve around my face. I guess you could say that “giving good face” is important to me. Now tell me some of your essential beauty requisites. -tM

The Fox is in the Pantry

Caffé La Tana, in Vancouver is a new world version of the Italian alimentari (a small family owned grocery store and deil found in small neighbourhoods throughout most of Italy). It is so full of charm and goodness that even the fox will be tamed by the in house delights.

With such clever marketing, who wouldn’t be swayed to indulge in a nostalgia and the “way things used to be.” -tM

The Sunday Morning Lounge

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

What does your Sunday morning ceremonial observance look like?

There are no religious observances of any kind here, however I definitely hold sacred to my Sunday morning rituals. They ground me, put me at ease, and sometimes even in a contemplative state of mind. Most Sunday’s are spent in solitude. Just me, my music, coffee, some reading material, coupled with a few hours of kick back on the sofa staring at the sky, watching the birds take flight.

It’s a meditation of sorts, one with my eyes open. -tM

A Private Refuge

An Italian Baroque Palace turned elegant hotel in which the architects and design team honoured the existing structure of the space. I am enchanted by its beauty and elegance. Sensual and simple marries tradition and discretion. -tM

Palazzo Bozzi Corso | Lecce, Italie | www.palazzobozzicorso.com

Photography: AD France Magazine

Saint Love

Artsit: Egon Schiele | Girlfriends, 1913

Artsit: Egon Schiele | Girlfriends, 1913

The cultivation of Intimacy, whether it be through friendships, lovers, family, or with yourself, that is the way to love. An intimate inclusion that allows you to become more then what you are. It is worth every effort; every heartbreak. It is growth by fire. -tM

The Invisible Power of Music

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

There is this sacred conversation that happens between the soul and the music being played.

Music heard so deeply, that it is not heard at all, but you become the music.

You cannot touch it, yet with precision you converse with its beat.

And when it leaves you, it changes you.

It always changes you. -tM

When Love Comes To Town

Here are the details, up close, and personal, parts of a whole, commanding you take a closer look, not unlike Lili herself.

Layer upon layer, not only is her graffiti style powerful, but it is also an entry way into a sensual, self-assured world that explores the raw scope of what it means to be a woman in today’s society, ever evolving, ever changing, making no apologies for her sexuality.

A show dedicated to love, and as Lili so eloquently put it: “It’s not always about the journey, sometimes it’s about the neon dreams in dark places. Tonight, it’s all about you.”

So, this is what happens when love comes to town. -tM

You can inquire more about LIli’s work here: @lils_m

The Urban Pastoral

Photography: Franco Fontana, 1987 | Bologna, Italy

Photography: Franco Fontana, 1987 | Bologna, Italy

I get lost in the light, the shape, the implied movement, frozen, yet incredibly fluid. I have never had pool photography feel like a pastoral painting; calm, relaxed, and expansive.

Compact in frame, its reach is almost mythical. The prophetic powers of the elusive pool mermaids, enticing us to come closer and live with them, if only momentarily, beneath the urban sea. -tM