The Snake…

January 31, 2014 § Leave a comment

“There’s A Snake In My Boot!”

~Sheriff Woody, Toy Story


As the Chinese Year of the Snake 2013 slithers into hiding for another 12 years, I find myself elated. Not because this dastardly creature is cowering its fearsome head; trust me, after the brutal year the snake has given many of us, I don’t blame anyone for celebrating its demise. Rather, I am exalted at the fact that I may shed my skin and try something different on for size. Cue the Wood Horse! But the sultry snake is still in command of the celestial realm, and I must give it its fair due. In this Snake Year, I learned so much about myself. I learned to wait, and learned to strike. I became accustomed to mystery and understood the importance of paitence. Although I did not become one with the unpredictable twisting & turning of the Snake years moods, I surrender my grand plans, only to go with this divine creatures flow.

Thank you Snakes, near & far, poisonous & benevolent, for all you have taught me. And most importantly, how long I have yearned for the majesty & upright power of the Horse to guide me.

Good night, Snake Year 2013! Here’s some tunes to remember me by, while you await your striking moment 12 glorious years from now.

The Peddlers > On A Clear Day You Can See Tomorrow

Ella Fitzgerald & Duke Ellington > Lush Life

Miss Dionne Warwick > Don’t Make Me Over

Breakfast At Tiffany’s > Moon River

STRFKR > Fortune’s Fool

King Krule > Easy Easy

M.I.A. > Only 1 U

Sleighbells > Come Back Kid


Capricorn Rising: The Trailblazers

January 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

In honor Dian Fossey’s Birthday, here’s Capricorn Rising: The Trailblazers!

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“I am learning all the time. My tombstone will be my diploma.” —Eartha Kitt 1/17/1927


As the Sun drifts seemlessly out of Capricorn and onto new horizons, I have mere hours to regale my Happy Howlers with a dedication to la creme de la creme of my fellow horned beasties.

Born under this mysterious & unrelenting sign, I have the honor of being in the company of other wild Capricorns who air on the side of adventure while simultaneously upholding our salt of the Earth status. Stubborn & determined, every goal is attainable; ‘Can’t’ is the dirtiest of all words. Before the sun sets on Capricorn for another year, a hommage must be payed to my astrological kindred spirits who are trailblazers & literal inventors, changing the face of music, fashion, gender, culture and our collective concsiousness.

Elvis Pucker


Who better to kick off this zodiac ode than the King himself. Elvis…

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Nicky & Chief

April 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

It’s Nicky’s Birthday! To celebrate here’s a reblogging of “Nicky & Chief”. Happy Birthday, Mum!!! I love you so xoxo

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These are my parents.

Well, not yet, they will be. This is before all of that. This is when they were young, and far from home. The self-proclaimed bohemians.

There is no way I could do this blog without some mention of them. They’ve been the foundation of my life, a staple of my own universe for so long, that it’s easy to forget that there was a time before me.

They partied, they travelled, and lived in a groovy apartment with mirrors for walls. Strangers to Toronto, they embraced it, all the while staying true to those fabrics of comfort and vibrant colours of the East. You would think a blinding white landscape of snow would be the ideal canvas for saturated hues of every colour parka, toque, & scarf. Afraid not. The winter city can be a rather dreary place. But did that stop them? No, not at…

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The Howling Review: 2012

January 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

You Were One Helluva Ride, 2012!

Now that 2012 is officially over & done with, I finally feel able to sit back & soak it all in. It was a year of thrills & frills, but it didn’t stop the punk rock for even a second! Adventures waited like cautious cats around corners, and school continued to open my mind by pushing my limits.

Travel was an absolute highlight! I was to finally explore & see all the splendor that is New York City. Having written & reviewed The Big Apple at  length, I’ll just say this; I long to go back.


In September, I hinted at my trip to London, which proved to be a very different, but amazing journey. Having returned to Great Britain, after 7 years for the wedding of my cousin, revealed just how much I had missed my ole stomping grounds. In between all the festivities I managed to hunt & capture some lovely pieces from places you may not have suspected. I’ll be sharing those insights shortly…


But I’ve got to be honest; returning from such a whirlwind trip had me feeling blue and revisiting it was just too heavy. It’s never easy saying Goodbye. 

Back home, I snooped, sifted & sought out local procurers of vintage treasures. But what excites me about 2013, is the continuation of these ventures by way of a new locale. 2012 wasn’t just a year of foreign travel as I moved from my Lil’Italy digs in Toronto’s westend for a groovy  new apartment in the Bohemian East. As you can imagine, this exit was more like an exodus; having to pack up 6 years was no small feat. At one point, my bedroom literally looked like it barfed all over itself. Although blanketed in snow, I really can’t wait to get out & explore the antique shops of Queen Street East, the Cabbagetown yard sales and unique flea markets & pop shops searching for austerity.


Could this be the year I find that powder blue typewriter?

Aside from eating & breathing it, I certainly shopped, watched, wore, and heard vintage. One of my many resolutions is to post more; its no fun keeping a bargain to yourself!

Shaking off the shoulda’,could’a, would’as of the past year, I find myself eager to start the next one with an invigorated thirst for adventure, self-exploration and of course inspiration. Having seen and tasted the fruits of 2012, its certainly whet my appetite. I won’t forget what I’ve learned and strive to keep the spirits of all that bewitched my senses alive through my drawings, photos and postings. My resolution list is as long as my arm, but 2013 beckons, and I’m hot on its heels with a laughter in my heart, and fire in my eyes!




50 Years of the Rolling Stones

June 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

“What a drag it is getting old”…

It’s June 2012; my beloved Rolling Stones are turning 50 this month.

Who knew that a chance reencounter at Dartford train station sparked by a mutual love of Chuck Berry & Muddy Waters would begin an unfathomable rock & roll adventure? Credit shoul d always been given its due and without Brian Jones’ posting an ad who knew if these bluesman would have gelled. Now don’t forget, these boys had taste and they did everything they could to ensnare the imprasario jazz drummer Charlie Watts. Charlie refused to lug his kit on the tube and didn’t join the band until they got paying gigs. The lads worked hard, living and breathing American soul music until, WHAM, POW!!! The 60’s exploded and so did their sound. What I wouldn’t give to have a way back machine and watch them play at the Crawdaddy Club…*sigh…

Fast forward, 5o years later, or what to them must seem like a blink of an eye and the lads are now geezers.

{With the exception of Brian Jones, God rest his troubled soul}

As harsh as this before and after may seem, it’s in fact an homage to a life well lived; so few of us have been lucky enough to have our existence so artfully documented. Upon selecting these images I used my own Father as a benchmark. His incredible life began amongst the rubble of WWII, just like the Stones. Men born of this time are a rare breed; they possess a steely gaze & a love of life. They are to be admired and never pitied.
50 years is a long time on the road and these old dogs still got some hunt in’em. No matter how mainstream, or tiresome they may have become, I’m on old Stones fan and I will always embrace them as the bad asses that they were. For your enjoyment, my Happy Howlers, here are some sexy snaps of the alright outta’sight, gonna make you scream all night, let’s hear it for The Rolling Stones…

Vinyl is a Girl’s Best Friend…

May 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

Stax of Wax; Analog, Crackle, Pop & Hiss Makes Me Swoon…


Ok, I’m gonna be real with y’all, its Friday night long weekend and I ain’t got no place to be. So, for the last couple hours I’ve been getting reacquainted with some old friends; my vinyl collection. To be honest, I can’t believe I’ve left these old dawgs to sit by their lonesome waiting for me to come round and turn them on.

Riffling through absolute gems I am my own DJ. The Association, Buffalo Springfield, Francoise Hardy, The Police, Harry Belefonte, Peter, Paul & Mary, The Drifters, Billy Idol, The Kinks, Alice Cooper, Queen, Rick James, Peter Tosh, Caiiro Foster, Spitfist, the Rolling Stones. It’s non stop rock in my heart y’all.

They say music can soothe the most savage of beasts and I am a roaring tiger. It’s long weekend here in Toronto and everyone is plain outta sight. I don’t blame them, the idiotic weathermen have predicited that it will be a balmy 30 degrees here in TO. Wow! Beach on Monday, but for now, the almighty tunes! Here are some choice picks from my very own vintage vinyl collection. My Freddie says it best, Don’t Stop Me Now…

Enjoy, my Happy Howlers!

I Love Your Funny Face, Audrey Hepburn

May 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

Happy Birthday, Darling…

Today, my icon, the beloved star of the silver screen, Audrey Hepburn would have been 92. Wherever, or whomsoever you may be, I hope you’re happy & free.

Time Tested Beauty Tips

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Sam Levenson

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