Did this little interview for CTV Edmonton about my dress project. All I can say is, I waaaaaaay prefer being the person asking the questions, instead of answering them. #um #er #sniff #like #but #so #blabber #ramble #sputter
Because who are we kidding I could have taken pictures of these pieces all day #kendrajane #appmember #safepiercing #gold #bvla #bodyvisionlosangeles #mystictopaz #perfection #fashion #dragonfx #westedmontonmall #wem #yeg #edmontonliving #yegfashion
From our fall #lookbook the stylish trendy look we like to call “Rebel Youth” modelled by #yegbabe @suzkenn #falltrends #rebelyouth #fwfashion #yegstyle #yegfashion #howtowearvintage #howtowearvintageinyeg #
K but that thing of when you transition from #clownface to chill makeup for games night and somehow make it work
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This gentleman is one of my favourite long time clients. This time we re-pierced his bridge (I did not do it last time, nor did I do his nostrils) Thank you as always!!! #kendrajane #appmember #safepiercing #piercings #bridge #earl #dragonfx #dfx #westedmontonmall #wem #yegfashion #yeg
This shirt I posted a few days ago has been repurposed! A very creative soul was inspired and made a snowman nearby and outfitted him in Edmonton’s finest discarded clothing. Boundless talent, Edmonton. I especially like the snowman’s hungover, rueful expression. He had a rough night.
Sometimes you need a change of scenery in order to realize just how badly you needed a change of scenery.
Do you know what I mean? It’s, like, how do you properly see your own life where you’re stuck inside of it?
In theatre, the act of dismantling one set and erecting another is
called a scene change. My life is not a play — though granted, there’s
been some drama of late — but I theorized that a scene change of the physical kind — moving around the proverbial furniture, or hell, setting fire to the furniture — might help me change the scene mentally.
So I got out. Of my life. I hit the road, Jack. Vamoosed. Skeedaddled. Shoved off. Blew this joint. High-tailed it. Scrammed (scrum?). On a veeeery cheap ticket. Just for a few days. To write. To rest. To read. To visit a friend who makes me feel good about myself. To feel warm (I swear I’ve got perma-goosebumps in this g-d part of the world). To have some fun for freakin’ for once! To let go. To get away, yes. But also, to return: to my real self, to some wonky, promising, lovely if temporary version of a happy place.
This is my friend Shaun (pictured here with Olley, at a waterfall off the beaten path somewhere along the Hana highway). Shaun is a gifted professional woodworker, a lifelong
surfer, and a magical person with a wicked sense of humour. Shaun lives among the bamboo, banana, banyan and octopus trees near Haiku, Hawaii. She and her son Lundie have designed and built their own home, top to bottom, outside and in, and I marvel at their industry, skills, and hospitality. The place is still under construction, for god’s sakes, but Laverne and I were still welcome, and they even put up with my black dress nonsense (post-shower, in a nightgown: “Hey, where’s the dress?”). I slept on the floor of Shaun’s doorless shop, between the table saw and the workbench. Apart from the mongoose/cockroach incidents, and the three-day stomach bug complete with fever and digestive pandemonium, it could not have been more perfect.
When does Maui NOT help, you say. When is a tropical island NOT perfect. Point taken. But maybe my scene change could have
been anywhere. Anywhere warm and sunny, anywhere NOT here. Because it was about the company I kept. The sea, the sand, the frogs and green sea turtles, even the mongoose and toe-stubbing were bonuses. But this was all about undoing and redoing, good company, healing. A scene change. And while I haven’t erected anything just yet (there’s rather a dearth of
erections in my world at this particular juncture, ha!!), I’m certainly
in the process of dismantling, and that feels excellent.
Shaun’s words to live by are simple: “Is it right, or is it wrong?” It’s
how she makes sense of the world, how she determines the best course of action, how she assesses the behaviour and words of others.
trying this. It actually works.
Shaun’s a damn good hiker. No fancy gear, just “slippers” (that’s Maui-speak for flip-flops). Laverne and I could barely keep up, tripping on roots, shrieking in the deep pools, slipping and skidding on slimy rocks.
And did I mention she’s been surfing since she was a child? Best. Teacher. Ever. Paddled my ass off (not literally; too bad). Stood up for the first time at Ho’okipa Beach on my massive beginner 9-foot board (while gracious photog Lundie documented all the fails, bails, and boob explosions). Took a beating (physical, egotistical). Wiped out, wiped out more. Laughed. Paddled more. Bobbed around in the sea amid rainbows and 200-pound turtles, the salt water chafing my throat, the waves crashing over my head, the coral tickling my feet, thinking, is there anything else but today? How can I not live with all my might?
I made a new wig and then @fluidhair_sarah cut it into this amazing #Bowlcut more photos soooooon #Me #Selfie #Gay #GayBoys #YEG #GuysWithStyle #Fashion #Goth #YEGFashion #clown #wig #creepy #Makeup #Eyebrows #Lipstick #Beauty #Art #MUA #SugarPill
The same pile of clothes as from yesterday, minus the hanger. I guess somebody found use for it? I really wish I could understand this underground world: why some clothing items immediately disappear, why some are left for weeks, and so on. Is there a black market? WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Who knew going out for dinner by yourself had a name?
It’s called masturdating. And that’s what I did on New Year’s Eve to celebrate the end of my year with Laverne.
The black dress and I went for dinner at Rge Rd, a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try since it opened four years ago. I’ve heard only good things, so I booked myself in for the eight o’clock seating on Dec. 31. Set menu, five courses.
My table wasn’t quite ready when I arrived, so I sat at the bar, where Denise fixed me a “Hendrick’s reverse” (a gin martini with a twist of lemon peel that tasted delicious; had I not been driving, I’d have ordered a few more). Thanks for the celebratory drinkie from afar, Jennifer CK.
It was very much a date-night type of scene. All the other diners in my seating area were in pairs (15 couples, varying ages, all straight).
Some acted like old friends, gabbing and laughing, some held hands and
stared into each other’s eyes, some sampled bites from each other’s
plates, some sat silently, looking bored with one another.
I was curious about how these couples would react to someone eating alone on a special occasion. Would they think I was weird? Would they pity me? Assume I’d been stood up? Ask me to join their table?
None of the above, at least not overtly. At one point, I made eye contact with a silver-haired man with a warm face. We were seated directly in one another’s
line of vision while his wife was in the washroom, so it was kind
of hard to ignore each other. He smiled, cocked his head. I
assumed he thought me a wee bit sad, sat there solo with my fork and spoon and phone. When his wife
returned, they murmured to themselves, then came over to say hello. Lee and Susan. As it turned out, Susan knew all about Laverne, reads the newspaper, and used
to be next-door neighbours with my editor. Small town,
Otherwise, people didn’t care much. And why should they? If I saw a woman eating alone, I’d just assume she WANTED to eat alone, or that maybe she was travelling or reviewing the restaurant. I clocked a few furtive glances as I sipped my martini and tucked into my first course, a creamy clam tart with gruyère and oxalis, but otherwise I felt pleasantly ignored.
Below, course four: wood-fired lobster thermidor with mushrooms, sunchokes, hollandaise and cast-iron paella rice. Mmmmmm.
The dessert, a melty chocolatey brownie of some sort with sour cherry sauce and graham wafer crumbly bits, was fantastic, so fantastic I forgot to even get a photo of it. I did get a shot of the post-dessert nibbles, which unfortunately I had little room for. Managed to cram in one white chocolate truffle, accidentally dusting the Laverne Bosom Zone with an embarrassing amount of icing sugar. Took home the strawberry jelly cube, chocolate-dipped marshmallow, and chocolate nutty thing for my little boy.
All in all, a beautiful evening out. As I’ve learned over the course of this one-dress-one-year project, people are mostly concerned with
themselves. They generally don’t care about what you are wearing, nor do they care about why you’re alone in a restaurant. We are all absorbed in our own worlds, our own tragedies. And that’s comforting. I
like getting dressed up for a night out, so I think I’ll go out for dinner on my own more often in 2016. It feels goooooood to masturdate. :)
I may have been listening to Pity Party by Melanie Martinez when I took this. New wig I made cut by @fluidhair_sarah at @fluid_hair salon
Got a bunch of @sugarpill eyeshadows on my eyes.
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Oh #snape I am still sad that you are gone so someone should let me #pierce them it will make me feel better #kendrajane #appmember #safepiercing #dragonfx #westedmontonmall #wem #yeg #yegfashion #harrypotter #bodyvisionlosangeles #jewlery #nerd #deathlyhallows #gobletoffire #triwizardtournament #philosophersstone