intergalactic fortress

Don't you love surprises? My all-time favourite surprise was when someone gave me a surprise party! ZOMG! Just kidding. That never happened. However, I've always wanted one. Therefore, THROW ME A SURPRISE PARTY?! I think I will just marry you on the spot. On Facebook. Obviously legit.

I'm sidetracked. Back on track: feelings of being surprised inundated me when I wore these pants to school and they were really well received. Not sure why. I guess they really suit me. Because, you know, I'm thug and hard core and so forth and dawwwwg. BANG! (However, I could be reading compliments wrong and remarks were actually sarcastic, not heartfelt as perceived. Hey, I'm like the Internet when it comes to sarcasm! I just can't tell... Er, great analogy, Lexy... (that was sarcasm?! Could you tell?! NO, IT'S HARD!)

I'm madly in lurvvvve with these pants. I wasn't going to buy them at first, but the lady said "oh, I love those pants!" whilst I approached the check-out line of the change rooms. In a swift motion, I slid them to my other pile deemed "things I'm going to buy" and with my air of cool (obviously), said, "Ahhhh, yes, well, I always knew I was going to buy them..." (Optional: imagine that line in a french accent to accentuate air of "cool.")



I wore these pants to an art trip in "the Big Smoke" aka Toronto. If you didn't get that Toronto = the Big Smoke, that's okay. I don't get it either. My teacher recently said that. I thought it was weird. So yeah. Great story? OH YEAHHH.


BUT OH MY WORD. Graffiti galore! I felt like I was in some amazing Dr. Seuss book, but instead of being surrounded by Green Eggs and Ham and Cats and Hats, it was GRAFFITI. To quote the doc himself, "Oh the places you'll go..." (MOST OVERUSED GRADUATION SPEECH QUOTE EVER. Just sayin')

(Blazer - Value Village $7, Denim Shirt - Mum's, Pants - Vancouver Consignment Store $8, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Bag - Value Village $10ish, Belt - Thrifted $1, Necklace - Aldo)

Isn't graffiti AMAZING?! Back in Middle School when my kilt was down to below my knees and my socks were up beyond my knees (i.e. the good ole' fashion "unintentionally looks like I'm wearing tights" effect), I was so anti-graffiti. Graffiti struck me as an ugly, gangster mess - adjectives that I also associated with the likes of tattoos. However, as timed progressed and LA Ink became my lover, I recognized the beauty in both graffiti and tattoos. There's an incredible amount of workmanship and visionary behind these mediums, proving that they really are credible as art forms.

It's fascinating examining art's progression to so many mediums. On one level, it's a little disturbing to think that anything that's deemed "unconventional" or "semi-creative" hast he potential to give itself the label of "art." On the other hand, it's like, why shouldn't we all hold hands and eat out of a giant art cake?! Let's spread the love (and the nonexistent art cake)! Art's insane and ambiguous and beautiful and controversial and interesting and that's why I freaking love all of it - and why the whole world should join in.

HEY YOU,
How would you define art?