This week, in The Grid, it’s me talking about how and why we (don’t) feel safe on the streets or in bars, and the process of what it was like organizing an afterparty for a nu-wave gurl movement. And how I relate. And why it’s important. It’s tomorrow. Come. Dance. (But please ignore the column title. It makes me cringe.)
Let’s play “Where’s Paul?” These rad kids opened up their mansion of a flophouse to host an alternative light source party thing. This is what happened. For The Grid.
This is RANGA: a party for redheads and their admirers. So much funness. The comments also got a bit fuckery, but whatevs. Probably first and last time I respond back to these queens who want to keep nailing me to the same cross. In The Grid. Pictures taken on disposables. Of course.
This video is the only reason I need to convince you that you’d want to click and read my print column on Toronto’s secret party societies, and, well, secrets (and liiiies?) in general. (Or because you don’t know what the hell FOMO stands for.)
…and other scenes from the city’s best-kept party series. This week’s column for The Grid.
A RUN-DMC party, feminist porn, museum funz. Just click.
This owner gave me the melodramz because he didn’t want me to write about his new bar. Fair enough; I made my concessions. There was this whole bit about resurrection - anyway the whole tone of the story was fucked as a result. And it ran anyway. (If you care, but you probably don’t.)
Not sure if you’d hate me for (sort of) doing what I say we shouldn’t be, but the conversation about this terrible idea has been missing the point entirely. For The Grid.
In Toronto magazine, March 2012. My feature on Montreal designer Travis Taddeo, online now.
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.
