In point form:
Restaurants, Greenhouses, Festivals, Underground Endeavors, Community Development, Experience Design...
My job title never seems to fit on a business card.
School of Rukus
Mad for the written word, the big picture, and my Akita, Chloe.
Food is my Rock n Roll and should be enjoyed in epic setting whenever possible.
Nothing stirs the soul better that a good man, a kitchen party, or a wildly inventive adventure.
The House is where I sleep & eat for a month post some life-capade
come home and invite the city over. It somehow, magically, is quiet and still when you need it to be and a magnet for good times otherwise.
The bar is generally stocked with champers, gin, chocolate and spice box whiskey.
Oh, and probably maple syrup.
The shelves are full of my travels, grandpa's science equipment, cookbooks and ever present reminders of the west coast.
The House as life I suppose is meant for exploration.
9 Things I Can't Live Without...
sky & water & woods (equally)
my oversize sketch book
time to daydream
hitting the dance floor at least on a monthly basis
my Michael Kors heel collection / Hellie Hanson rain gear (also equally)
Instagram (suddenly ?!)
I think its important to find physical spaces in the city that belong to you.
You know, places to go on Mondays when you fake sick to work - or when visiting to recharge or renew your esprit. Your Secret Toronto.
Gallery Italia at the AGO, on a sunny day in March preferably. It submerges you with the high light of the city. The bustle of Dundas street rendered silent through all that curved glass. Sitting among the big trees feels like a privilege here. You can savour the rare feeling of being grounded, 4 stories up.
What are you doing to do with this, your one Wild and Precious Life?