Street view: Harbord & Grace

October 18, 2012 § 3 Comments

God, if everyone could just live off Harbord the world would be a better place. Harbord is a street in Toronto that runs E/W between University and Ossington and is a collective favourite for walkers and (reckless) cyclists. It’s one of the greatest because somehow it has found this rare balance between residential and commercial that makes you feel like you’re not in Toronto at all, or maybe that it’s just been put on ‘Mute’. There are coffee shops, and restaurants and bookshops. There are even tattoo parlours. AND. And. Incasing this hub of quiet and greatness are some of the most beautiful and understated houses in Toronto. I say understated because I spend my whole days in Forest Hill gussying-up gardens for people who rarely see them. These houses: people use, and love, and sometimes neglect because they’re too busy hanging out on Harbord drinking coffee and getting tattoos while reading feminist literature. Toronto life did a nice little article on the reasons to love Harbord (as if we didn’t already), if you need further incentive. As a side note, if you are a cyclists (of Harbord or any street), remember that you have brakes. So that you can brake. Sometimes we all need to brake. For each other. That’s all.

Who needs a front yard when you have a strange and wonderful turquoise trellis to grow your produce on? I love this meeting of aggressive and geometric, and soft and organic. And though it’s just a tiny cottage in a sea of Annex mansions, they kind of made it hard to miss.


There’s only this.

October 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

Where my friends live: Caitlin McConkey-Pirie, Toronto ON

October 16, 2012 § 1 Comment

CMP is your girlfriend’s girlfriend. This summer we were staying at a friend’s cottage and confessed almost in tandem that we didn’t know what to do with ourselves because we weren’t the ones hosting. So we got drunk.

I’ve always felt that Caitlin likes being a girl as much as I do, and I’ve never felt self-conscious gushing to her at length about table settings or divulging intimate facts about my vagina, even when I barely knew her. Like any good hostess, Caitlin makes you feel at home. For example, if someone were to be violently and inappropriately ill in her washroom one morning, she’d probably say something like “Girl, we’ve all been there”, and then make you some coffee. Caitlin is an Actress and Waitress, can be found on twitter @DehydratedFox and this is where she lives:

I found my place through a friend of a friend in the Terroni family. I literally accosted the girl’s best friend at the Dakota Tavern & was like, “I hear Natalie’s giving up her apartment, can I have her number?”

After 2 weeks of moving in, I decided it was a good idea to throw a birthday slash house-warming party. It was so packed, and sweaty, Jessie Brooks from Tartina bakery ( made cupcakes, I made Aperol Spritzes, the Wild Turkey was flowing.Michael, the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, started beat-boxing on the porch & someone else started stomping on the steps. My neighbours came out & didn’t even need to say anything. Their faces were like, ‘Please. Let us sleep’. The fact that they didn’t call the cops on us seemed like a good sign.

Best//Worst: The mouldings. The high ceilings. The shelf above my bed. The massive closet. The neighbourhood (Ossington & Dundas)//The lack of natural light. Somedays it breaks my heart. Oh, to have a south-facing apartment!

It’s cheesy, but I love my bed.  It’s so comfortable!  When I moved in, I thought I was going to invest in a new bed but Natalie sold me hers & 2 sweet chairs for a good price.  What can I say? I love sleeping…San Pellegrino Pompelmo. Come home from work, add ice & gin. Heaven.  My best friend Meagan Albrechtson, who’s a writer & just started an online magazine (, and I are addicted to this drink. It’s like permanent summer.

I’m obsessed with making friendship bracelets.  I love to come home after work, make a drink, watch an episode of Sons of Anarchy & work on a bracelet. It’s so meditative & I love seeing people I care about wearing them.  I’m still a 13-year-old girl at heart.  


Bucket listings: Another house with only one blue cup

October 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’ve been super into astrology recently. It’s borderline obsessive. I understand that the majority of people think it’s bologna, but I think it’s great that despite the overwhelming consensus that your zodiac sign has as much ability  to predict your future as your cat does, it still appears daily/weekly/monthly in so many accredited publications. Maybe even smart people want to believe in magic.  I’ve gone through all of my exes and most of my best friends to see how compatible we are. So far, the planets haven’t lied. Speaking of celestial things that couldn’t possibly be real, look at how beautiful that blue cup is. It’s truly uncanny. The rest of their place is aiight too.

photos via Airspace Locations… again. They’re just so beautiful!

Bucket listings: Angles, ambers and oatmeal

October 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

Neutral doesn’t have to mean repainting everything in white. Take this beautiful, cozy loft for example. It looks like a blonde’s highlight colour palette. Next time I’m redecorating my place, I’m stopping by the hair salon first. Also, If I ever enter a witness protection program, can I please be sent here? I feel like this loft is very conducive to hiding and afternoon pancake making (which is part of the WPP–actually).

photos via Airspace Locations

To do: Have sex at Casa Loma

October 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

As if I needed more reasons to love this wasted piece of real estate. Ok. maybe not wasted, but sex deprived.

The problem with Casa Loma is that it’s so expensive and so particular in its architecture and decor (which is protected by heritage preservation bi-laws)  that anyone rich enough to buy it may as well just build their own crazy castle on an island somewhere (which they’d also own) and sprinkle it with fairy dust so that it can fly.

See, I’m really torn on this one: On the one hand I believe they (you know, them) should convert Casa Loma into beautiful multi-use living spaces; spaces that most of us will never be able to afford, but at least “people” will live there. If “they” need help on how this could be best done, I have a few ideas.

On the other hand why not keep it open to the public so that once in a blue moon you and I can participate a veritable tea party, go searching for ghosts, attend an extravagant thanksgiving brunch, or, best of all, go for DATE NIGHT ARCHERY, all mostly at the expense of our city. Eat that, rob ford.

The idea of date night archery is so hilarious and wonderful that I want to meet whoever thought of it and kiss them on the mouth using also my mouth. Of course the first things that came to mind when I discovered this were: 1. Katniss and Peta would have loved this. 2. I wonder if Jennifer Lawrence knows about this 3. I should get a twitter account so that I can let her know and ultimately become her best friend. and 4. Emma (that was pre goop, right?)

It seems as though October is one of the best months to go and as I am certain rob ford hates Casa Loma, I can really see no downside in supporting its hilarious albeit cheesy collection of fun-filled events. Worse case scenario: you have a horrible time and sneak off  to find a corner to have sex in. Best case scenario, you eat a turkey, shoot an arrow, and sneak off to find a corner to have sex in. I’m sure there are at least 3.

Bucket Listings: Can this please please please be my studio space?

October 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

photos via Air Space Locations

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