Posted on January 9, 2014
Marcel was my first friend. No shit. We were 5 and became friends on the first day of kindergarten. And now he’s married to one of the most beautiful, artistic, friendly and compassionate women I know. They invited us and 60 of our closest friends down to Manzanillo, Mexico (Esperanza is from Colima, Mexico about an hour away) to take part in a week-long celebration that ended on the wedding. The following is a short representation of that day. Congratulations, my friends. Love you both.
Posted on January 7, 2014
We just returned from an epic adventure in Mexico for our best friend’s wedding. With 60 of our closest friends all going down to take part in the beachside celebration, there are too many stories to tell. Here are a few shots from around Manzanillo, Colima and Comala, Mexico. More photos to come of the wedding day…
Posted on December 21, 2013
Here are a collection of some of my favourite photos from 2013, as a retrospective on a great year. Happy Holidays to you all. See you in the New Year. I’ll have photos of our holiday trip to Mexico to post then.
Posted on December 8, 2013
I wanted to mix things up a bit. As such, here are some of my favourite portraits of my closest friends and family over the past year. They’re all beauts. Cheers to you all, friends.
Posted on December 5, 2013
Posted on December 3, 2013
We all have a kind Aunt Patricia. We all have a curmudgeon boss we want to impress. Maybe an in-law that only likes golf—and scotch. Lots of scotch. And we all loathe that time of year when we have to find them the perfect Christmas gift.
Year after year, we give Aunt Patricia a Virginia Woolf book. We give the boss a lame coffee mug with some asinine joke plastered on it. And we always give that in-law a couple golf balls and a bottle of Glenfiddich. And, for the love of God, stop with the Tim Hortons gift certificates for everyone else. Nothing says “Yeah, I’m not creative and I totally gave up” like a gift certificate. In those cases, dear reader, just give them money. Don’t give them “money” for only one store. That just takes away their options.
But I digress.
Let’s take a second and breathe. Relax that strained, instantly stressed holiday mind. Gift giving isn’t that bad. Really. And yes, I understand that shopping during the holidays can be a hassle. There are too many options; too many people running around aimlessly. I know that you want to stick to that shopping list like glue and get the hell out of that anonymous shopping mall within 10 minutes after entering. I get it. Read More
Posted on November 20, 2013
by RYAN BOLTON
I tried to hold off on writing about Rob Ford during this ongoing clusterfuck. Truthfully, I did.
But enough is enough. The crack-puffing-often-in-a-drunken-stupor-mayor situation started off completely batshit, which led to embarrassing and has entered its final stages of being downright sad and abject. To add to the chorus, Rob Ford needs to step down. For ample reasons. The chief among them being if he really does love this city and its taxpayers, he will step down out of respect for them alone. His glib and endless apologies are such a backhanded slap to all of Toronto. Rob, you smoked crack. While you were mayor of the fourth largest city in North Fucking America. And then lied about it for six months. You also allegedly “banged” hookers, did blow, drove drunk, talked about cunnilingus on live television–Christ, man, let’s just leave it there. The point is: You don’t just apologize for that. You fucking resign. And get some help.
Rob Ford needs to step down for Rob Ford. He’s overtly unhealthy. His public behaviour is manic at best—that of a severe addict. His gluttonous ways (and I’m not alluding to his weight as that’s a cheap shot; I’m talking about his want for drink, his deep desire for attention and his overt megalomania with political power) have sunken him into such an irreversible quagmire.
He so desperately needs professional help first and foremost.
But here’s why Rob Ford needs to step down: he’s an outright liar. Strong relationships are built and based on trust. This is what politicians run on, and, well, eventually fuck up. But Rob Ford has done so to such a gross extent and thrown the media and any detractor under the bus with him. As the LA Times writes, Rob Ford makes Anthony Weiner “and his crotch tweets look demure.” Having lied to the public for over six months about smoking crack and then admitting and expecting some sort of collective forgiving is laughable. He’s sorry. He believes that things will get better. That he will change. Now that there is the biggest lie of them all. Read More