paul aguirre-livingston. a dialogue, not a diary.

March 6th

{ The Night Shift: Meet Dudebox }

March 5th

{ I'm recapping this show for Toronto Life }

March 2nd

{ The Night List: March 1-7 }

Things to do in Toronto this week(end), featuring these guys (^) aka Saint Motel.

March 1st

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For The Genteel. Discussing the quest for inspiration as it relates to “the artist” + my own work + fashion designers + the rest of the non-visual world that doesn’t create moodboards and shit. Oh, and some talk about this men’s collection (^), inspired by Gabriel García Márquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera, a novel (!)

via (the wickedly talented) nedandaya:

Carlos Campos fall/winter 2012

February 27th

{ The Night Shift: Toronto's douchebag divide }

Probably the most level-headed - or depressing - thing I’ve written about nightlife in Toronto so far. Us and our empty fucking labels. For The Grid.

February 23rd

{ Toronto's square club scene gets Cube'd }

CUBE is the shiny new club in town with a concept and capital behind it. Tour the space. Go for yourself. Photos by favourite Irina Luca.

February 22nd

{ A D.I.Y. Life & The Maker Movement }

Discussing the future of all the do-it-yourself types + the big $$$ infusion that’s ruining the very spirit of the thing.

February 21st

{ Songs: a dance party where local bands are invited to try their hand at DJing }

It’s monthly, and super spaß. In The Grid.

February 15th

{ The Night Shift: Welcome to Chroma }

There’s a new club den in town for the young kids with little money but big dreams. In a deep dark corner of the city that holds the final days of ’90s Toronto rave culture within its rooms. Rife with futurisms, probably a metaphor for all we have left in the night, or ever: to dance/party/smoke/drink/laugh/sweat until the end. And makes me think of this song. Always. Kelis, yo.

{ Q+A with L.A. artist Steven Harrington }

…chatting about the intersection of art and fashion, the nature of craft and inspiration, and his new collaboration (below) with footwear brand Generic Surplus. For The Genteel.

February 10th

{ I went to hear DJ Pauly D spin }

…and all I got was this article. Yes, Jersey Shore. Bedazzled headphones and laptops. The people who paid money. Young girls, old dudes. Ok, I know you’re curious. For The Grid.

February 8th

{ A brief history of love }

…from one lover to another

February 6th

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"The outrage is tiresome and deeply hypocritical, in all the tiresome ways you’ve been tired out by before. M.I.A. was illustrating her line, acting out the attitude of the words: performing. Fine, it may not be legal to flip the bird on television, but that’s simply a remnant of the fifties we haven’t shaken. Unless somebody was handing out Xanax with the foam fingers, Lucas Oil Stadium was ringing with the music of profanities last night. More to the point, television viewers were submitted to ad after ad that likened women—negatively—to sofas, cars, and candy. Mr. Winter didn’t have anything to say about that, so I’d like to raise both of my middle fingers to him and anyone who thinks profanity is somehow more harmful to our children than images of violence and misogyny. (My two sons, fourteen and eleven, thought the Fiat ad was corny, so I guess they will be safe without Mr. Winter’s intervention.) I say we get out of The Pretending To Be Moral game altogether and use the Internet for important things like posting pictures of cats looking at croissants and PDFs of sensitive government documents."

— Sasha Frere-Jones — M.I.A. Shouldn’t Have Apologized (via annaetc)

{ The Night Shift: Into the Comfort Zone }

Inside Toronto’s most notorious [public] after-hours club. Consider this Part 2. For The Grid. All of my drug references were cut, though, and shit got so heated comments were shut down. Still, it might not have been snowing on the patio, but there was a blizzard inside. Another truth: Despite how much fun everyone seems to be having, watching people mount the white horse right front of you will never cease to trip you out. (Kids today, so sloppy.)

February 3rd

"Yes. Writing is always a way, for me, of coming to some sort of understanding that I can’t reach otherwise. It forces you to think. It forces you to work the thing through. Nothing comes to us out of the blue, very easily, you know. So if you want to understand what you’re thinking, you kind of have to work it through and write it. And the only way to work it through, for me, is to write it."

— Abridged excerpt from Believer mag interviews Joan Didion. If you write, or want to, read this. Add to: “People who inspire the fuck out of me.” Not even for who she is, or how she writes, but because of the way she approaches her craft.