holga digital

Saikat Biswas has decided to take lomography to a whole 'nother level with the Holga D concept. Basically this version is a digital take on the classic, but with a couple of really cool features. One of these is the fact that there is no way of previewing the photos you've taken right after you've taken them. Following the analog model of delayed gratification with the developing process, this version won't allow you to see the images you've taken till you've downloaded them. Also, much like the actual Holgas, Biswas envisions the Holga D with stripped down features.
This thing is so well-thought out, it also (awesomely) has a feature that caters to left-haned photographers who prefer to press the shutter with their left hand. A total seller for me. Too bad it's just a concept!
You can check out some simulated Holga D images, and the rest of the (imaginary) features here.

The dog days of summer..

I can't believe that its already the end of summer... the end of August completely crept up on me. Up until a couple days ago I still thought that I had plenty of summer left to do what I want.
This summer has been one of the best so far and August has just been full of amazing. Minus the summer I spent in Brazil, this summer may be the one to beat.
August kicked off with three beautiful days in Montreal, two of which were filled with great company and amazing music. The weeks after were then occupied with many hazy nights, late night hang outs, birthday celebrations, and drunken stumbles home. Only fitting then, that we close August out with a beyond amazing weekend, the last one of the summer.
Sushi, shisha, and Sneaky Dees (beer and nachos!) with friends from out of town whom I don't get to see as often as I like, on Thursday. Being told that "no one is straight" by a passing gay on the long walk home, who proceeded to regale us with stories about his sister and her douchebag boyfriend that he was on his way over to to kick his ass. Drunkenly stumbling into an apartment building on Wellesley at 4am only to realize we don't have a key to get into the outside door and having to wait with another group of drunken kids for someone to come out in order to get in. Rehashing Brazilian/Quebecois memories through the night and then waking up 2 hours later to take the hour busride back to Mississauga for a quick shower and nap before heading back into the city for a 8 hour shift at the Eaton Centre, then bussing back home at 11 and heading to a goodbye party with people from work. Today I spent the day at the zoo, making fun of kids, eating animal crackers and beaver tails, and taking pictures with animal masks, followed by freaking people out on the highway by wearing tiger masks and staring at passing cars with the windows down, ending with an awesome spontaneous barbecue with sangria, corn, grilled pineapple, watermelon, shisha and rainbow sorbet at a friend's house. The only blip in the day was opting to watch The Back-Up Plan... which was horrendous. I haven't seen my family in 3 days, and have spent a total of 8 hours at home since Thursday. I think the next couple of days will be spent recuperating (in between shifts at work).
This summer has made me realize that I have some amazing friends, and I'm glad that I had the chance to enjoy myself so much in their company over the last couple months because before you know it, I will be thrown into the depths of research and post-graduate academia and all the stresses that come with it.
So here's to the dog days of summer. The weekend may be over, but there are still a couple days left in August yet, and after that another couple days before I embark on my masters program. Hopefully they'll be just as beautiful as the rest of this summer has been.

" The sad coda to the whole U.S. misadventure at Guantanamo is that we built a prison there for the people who most terrify us and have used it to go after people who didn't much matter. We built it to hold people too dangerous to be brought stateside, then used it to warehouse people too embarrassing to let go.

The whole object of Guantanamo was to create a legal black hole, a place where we could make up the law as we went along. But that doesn't quite capture the secondary tragedy of the place: Over time, it's also become a memory hole, a place into which America has been allowed to banish all the evidence of a lawless, embarrassing, hysterical past."

- Dahlia Lithwick, The Memory Hole: The real tragedy of the Omar Khadr trial.

Although the article doesn't go far into the human rights issues that surround Guantanamo Bay, and Khadr's imprisonment, this closing passage of the article is what hits the right notes with me.

Bat For Lashes visuals from Treat on Vimeo.

As part of a collaboration for TreatStudios, Robin Bushell and Julia Pott directed a 20 minute visual projection set to accompany a live performance by Bat for Lashes earlier this year.
I have been fortunate enough to have seen Bat for Lashes live in concert, and let me tell you Natasha Khan's voice is just as beautiful and haunting in real life as it is while listening to her records. These images totally fall into her aesthetic and work really well with her tracks.

Walls that move.

So having recently been to Hong Kong, I can totally attest to how crowded it is over there. There are literally millions of people living on this island... and one of the ways to accommodate this many people is to build up instead of out.
The apartments over there are TINY. My grandma's apartment was so small, it was pretty much at capacity with 5 people in it... and that's with all of us in different rooms.
This video shows how architect Gary Chang customize his tiny apartment with movable walls that transform it into 24 functional rooms.
Kind of awesome.

ahahah.. some people.....

KATHLEEN COME BACK FROM STONEY CREEK, I NEED TO LAUGH AT SOMETHING WITH YOU.

Dalton Ghetti

Apparently, he doesn't even use a magnifying glass. Craziness!

via Rackk and Ruin

L'amour

The Man's Guide To Love #39 from themansguidetolove on Vimeo.

Okay, so maybe it's because I am emotionless, cold, a bitch etc etc OR it's because I am jaded and cynical, but I really want to argue with the cute french old man in this video about love.

The entire time he was talking, I was just like WRONG.

My heart is a stone.

ahhhh

I just got the official admission documents (actually, they're just scans of the docs bc the originals are still in the mail..) buttttttt looking at tuition fees PER YEAR for grad students... i think i may cry.
maybe i should reconsider going back to school...

Apache Revolver

whaaaaaaaatt. This has got to be the most badass thing I've seen in awhile.

this is nice

Stealing this... with minor alterations.

whattt

Where is this, can we go there, can i have it etc etc

fuck, i love this.

by Andrew Tomayko

Every so often I come by a picture and I think "Fuck, I wish I thought of this!" ... this is definitely one of those images/

Notice

By David Shrigley

badass

by moloko milk

How to be friends with an introvert:

1. If you must drag us to a party, please don’t abandon us.

Don’t go rushing off to catch up with your other friends without including the introvert; the inny will die in a corner.

2. If they actually call and want to talk, listen!

These moments may not come often, since Innies usually work out their problems within their own brains, but that does not mean they are all Bella Swan “suffer in silence” types.

3. Realize that they do want to be alone sometimes.

They may have gone to that party, and even enjoyed it, but they burn out faster than you and need time to recharge alone. The assumption that all introverts are shy really bugs me. This is not always the case. They can be charming, tell jokes, and generally be the life of the party…but for a limited time only.

4. Skip the small talk.

Introverts are reflective beings and enjoy conversations about feelings and debating things like the ontological argument, and whatever interests they have. They can only tolerate chitchat with people they just met or haven’t seen for awhile. If you must tell them your entire jam-packed weekend in detail, check your inny friend for signs of consciousness periodically.

5. Introverts don’t hate people.

They just find them tiring.

6. Introverts are socially aware.

Yes, we are well-versed in social nuances, customs, and mannerisms; we just don’t implement them as frequently as extroverts do

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As fucking stupid as I think referring to introverts as 'innies' is, these are all truths you need to abide by when dealing with me.

There's also some obligatory comment that I need to make about 'labels' and being 'labelled as an introvert' but I'm too tired to come up with something intelligent.

my life

i'd just like to put it out there, that if i throw up tonight after a night of jalapeno poppers, bubble tea, board games (sounds like family fun night, right?) and googling alt and gay porn (WRONG!), but NOT after a night of beer chugging, tequila shot-ting, and stumbling around my house drunk like the night before then my life officially hates me.

IS THIS REAL LIFE?

A FUCKING NUTELLA DRINK AND SNACK???
Where does this exist and whose dick do I have to suck to get one?

via discardedjewels

Osheaga

Beach House
Chromeo and Neon Indian dance parties.
daggering at Major Lazer... Diplo hunt 2010.
SNOOP DOGG
stopping in Valleyfield, seeing my host mom, Phillippe's great stories..

good times.

also... i have like NO pictures of this weekend because they wouldn't let me bring my camera into the grounds on Sunday. Boo hiss.
But trust me it was good.