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making faces :: new year's yves

with all of the conspicuous consumption in which i've indulged this year, i have to say that i feel sort of guilty for leaving out my old friend yves st. laurent. it's not that he had a bad year. in fact, he seemed to have a very good year and his fascinating "glossy stains" which i've yet to get around to purchasing, despite having swatched them at every available opportunity since they launched in the spring, have to go down as one of the most fascinating product advances of the year. in fact, my inability to commit to a purchase has nothing to do with skepticism about the product and everything to do with my inability to decide what shade i want to get first. so, i'm sorry, yves, you've been unjustly ignored because you've been too appealing.

that's not to say, though, that yves has been absent from my cosmetic wardrobe this year. ysl faux cils mascara reigns supreme as the king of dramatic lash-dom as far as i'm concerned. and i've be…

making faces :: my christmas face ["maestro, please!"]]

this is really my christmas eve face, since christmas day was all about going to the police station, which really isn't something you have to get all jazzed up for. [although, ironically, the makeup i threw on while i was on my way out the door ended up looking really nice and probably would have warranted its own "christmas at the police station" post if i'd remembered to take pictures of it, which i didn't, because i was more concerned with getting to the police station.] but this is what i wore for our little gift exchange and dinner extravaganza, which i've already gone on about, so i thought i'd just do this really quick post about what i was wearing [on my face, since i never comment about clothing, although i think about it quite a bit], which is turning into a nightmare of run-on sentences for no reason i can fathom except that i'm kind of excited because i just finished writing a short story, a whole story, which is something i haven't ma…

and that's why you're not getting punched in the junk while you sleep later

scene :: chez kate and dom, dom emerging refreshed from the bath, kate stepping in to take his place, because he likes to take baths that are ridiculously hot, which inexplicably give kate panic attacks. [possibly a sensation of being turned into soup, related to a nasty past life experience and too many italian horror movies -ed.]

dom :: is the temperature ok for you? 
kate :: yeah, it's not too hot- just fine... like me. 
dom :: yeah.
this would normally be headed towards an ugly late night junk-clubbing, but dom bought me an awesome new camera for christmas, which is easier to work with than "the big camera" and probably won't chew through all my virtual photo space quite as quickly. 

that's enough to buy a few graphic violence-free sleeps around here. 
happy holidays. 

friday favourites 28.12.12

so this is it. the final friday of the year. we've all made it.

if you're one of the people who follow me on twitter or instagram [thank you, by the way] or a friend from facebook [shouts out], you might have been wondering yesterday if i was going to make it. i was wondering that myself at the time.

you see, yesterday montreal got hit by a storm. normally, that doesn't faze us, but this was a pretty big storm. how big? the biggest storm ever to hit the city in december. so when i was going on about how i felt like i'd never seen anything like the snow we had yesterday, i wasn't wrong. the second biggest december storm actually happened before i was born. so, yes, yesterday's 45cm downfall was bad. what's worse is that, rather than just call up my place of employment and scream "i want to live!!!" into the phone, i made the trek across the city and into the suburbs. probably should have gone with option "a".

in point of fact, the commut…

having failed to steal christmas, the grinch stole my mother's wallet

yeah, that's a fact. my mother was in montreal for christmas. she only does short visits, so we had a lot packed in: going out for dinner on the 23rd, presents and christmas dinner at our place on the 24th. brunch with dom's parents and his immediate family on the 25th. and on the 26th, she'd fly home.

the 23rd came off pretty well. it was a little marred by the fact that i had a festering stab wound, but other than that, it was fine. ok, it might have been less of a "stab wound" and more of a spider bite, but it was definitely festering and it could have passed for a stab would, albeit one made with a very tiny knife. the point is, that despite the always-present danger of going into septic shock, it was a pretty good night. we had a fine meal at the claremont.

the day of the 24th started off really well. my mum came over. we got to hang out and get the cat a bit tipsy, which is always an awesome way to entertain guests. presents were opened. and i managed to t…

friday favourites 21.12.12

the first thought that occurred to me this morning was that the world hadn't ended, which meant that i had to get up and go to work like usual.

the second thought that occurred to me was that maybe the world had ended and that what we're going through now is the afterlife. so, basically, the afterlife is exactly our previous, except that we're all dead and don't know it. think about that.

ok, you can stop thinking about it now, because it's time to move on to other things. it's been a while since i posted friday favourites, but even though i'd missed a week, i just couldn't bring myself to think about funny, flip things last friday. in fact, the saddest part about the whole thing was that in the links to suggested other posts, there was a link to the friday favourites i did the day after the massacre in aurora colorado. thanks for the added creepiness, blogger.

this week, though, i do think it's important to focus on things that have brought some h…

making faces :: the completely indecisive, random guide to holiday party looks

libras are supposed to be indecisive. it's a thing with us. and i honour that thing by never being able to make a solid decision about things that other people would consider trivial. seriously, i get praised [and occasionally chastised] for having strong opinions and confidence in my decisions when it comes to large projects, but you should see me trying to decide what movie to watch. back in ye olden days, when people used to go to stores and choose a movie to take home for the night, a lot of my friends refused to go with me, because they knew that they'd likely end up spending more time in the store making a choice than actually watching the movie. when i was a child, it was a matter of great concern to me which sock went on first. there was a decision to be made and i didn't feel i had the objective information available to formulate a solid opinion. i don't remember this, but my mother does and, as she very sweetly told me "i didn't think you were indec…

paranoialmanac

screw the davinci code, or any of those other pop fiction mysteries that have enjoyed a moment in the spotlight. if you, like me, enjoy a novel that fills you with the sense of creeping dread that comes only from the sensation that vast, powerful, alien forces are controlling your life and your destiny, here are a few choice fiction bits that you must check out!

charles palliser :: the quincunx :: the fastest eight hundred pages you will ever read. this story of inheritance in all its forms, set in nineteenth century england is remarkable not just because it is such a compulsive read, but because palliser manages to fold so many mysteries into the story under the guise of just one. the first time i read it, i thought that i had everything figured out, but subsequent readings have revealed more, once i was able to divert my attention from the main storyline. don't be fooled when it seems the answers are very obvious. it's often a ploy to distract you from something else. dicken…

making faces :: guerlain hits high notes with liu

for their holiday offering this year, guerlain has taken liu as their theme. liu is the name of a classic guerlain fragrance, inspired by the heroine of puccini's opera turandot, his final work, left incomplete [but "fleshed out" with an ending by franco alfano two years afterward] upon his death. guerlain's interpretation of liu was that she was a servant girl who dies to protect her lover, the prince calaf.  that's one way of looking at it. 
another way of looking at it would be that liu is a slave girl in love with the prince calaf who could give a shit about her existence because he's hell-bent on marrying the ice princess turandot. turandot is renown for refusing the advances of all men, as a tribute to her ancestor lou-ling, who was raped. in particular, turandot has a habit of promising to marry men who can solve riddles that she tells them and then killing them when they inevitably fail. 

calaf, though, solves the riddles and, apparently having no sen…

friday favourites 14.12.12

favourites? are you kidding me? what a horrible day to be a human being!!! and the worst part is that the massacre of elementary school children seems like simply the next step down the ladder to hell. it's shocking, stunning and at the same time, it's sadly not something we can say we never imagined could happen. anyone who has observed the united states has at some point thought that what happened today was exactly where things were headed. and, if the current powers continue in their frustrating impotence when it comes to dealing with the dual issues of [lack of] gun control and mental illness, i fully expect that the next time our minds get raped with images like what we've seen today, it's going to be when someone goes on a killing spree at a children's hospital.

perhaps i'm a little bit overwhelmed by the void at the moment. i'll admit, my head was in a strange place anyway. i've been plagued by some of the most bizarre and unpleasant dreams i…

making faces :: how i learned to stop worrying and love the brown

i survived the nineties. i mean, i survived the full impact of the nineties. i went through most of the seventies and all of the eighties, but i was sort of shielded from a lot of what was going on then because i was young. the nineties were all about being a young adult, that bizarre period where you generally have no money, but are still part of the group that is setting all the fashion and cultural trends. in my case, that meant nose piercings [for some reason, when looking for something other than their ear to pierce, everyone went for the nostrils as a first option], plaid shirts year-round and brown lipstick.

at the time, i didn't much like any of those things and today, there are still two of them i don't. if you want to look like a lumberjack, that's your business, but if you insist on funking up my atmosphere by wearing flannel in july, i reserve the right to think you're a tool. and no matter how common it becomes and no matter how much i find piercings can e…

marketing strategies 101

you may have noticed that i don't write about spam nearly as often as i used to. or about nuisance calls. apparently, everyone from bell canada to god to the people who are receiving error messages from my windows computer have all received the alert that it makes my life better to make their lives worse. in fact, i get very few spam messages or nuisance calls any more.

except...

i have been finding a fair amount of spanish spam in my mail filter. which would be interesting targeting, if i actually spoke spanish. but i don't. i speak english and french and enough german to say please and thank you and 'do you speak english or french?' but i've never learned spanish. still, what meagre trickle of spam i get is all in espanol these days.

i'll admit that, while i work in marketing, i never went to school for it, so maybe i missed the course about how it's very modern and edgy and daring to market to people through a text-based medium using a language they don&…

dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 05.12.12

i'm desperately late getting this up since the last two days of the week have been entirely taken up by a workplace annual meeting for me. it already seems like a very long time ago that i was playing music for the masses [insofar as the masses can fit in the front room of a boho-hip montreal cafe-bistro].

my set was largely a tribute to play it again sam records, which celebrated its thirtieth anniversary recently. although the label is a completely different beast now than it was when it was founded in the early eighties, i am glad to see that it's still alive and kicking. far too many have been lost. for me, the label will always be associated with the eclectic mix of releases it put out in the eighties, from bands who were difficult to classify in any one genre and collectively made for a sound that was like no one else. as disparate as they were, the artists did have a sort of outsider commonality that's difficult to describe in concrete terms. although some of the la…

making faces :: twinkle like a star

you probably don't know how important holiday cosmetic collections are to public safety.

every year by about this time, i feel as if demons are gnawing at my insides, because i have heard so many holiday carols, been told too often that 'tis the season for any number of things and have had my prized fluevogs stomped on by over-eager shoppers. and the only thing that stops me from going on some bloody hate-fueled rampage is that it also happens to be the time of year [notice what phrase i didn't use there] when i get to plan and create a lovely festive dinner and when gilded eyes and scarlet lips rule the world. take away the latter and it puts a lot of pressure on my corn custard and compote to see me through.

in canada, holiday collections generally start raising their heads around the beginning of november, which is fine, but a lack of decent lighting has meant that i really haven't had much opportunity to photograph my recent acquisitions for sharing. but now, final…

killing you loudly

last night i woke dom up about seven times screaming bloody murder. that really has to be some kind of record. 

every time, he'd jostle me until i was awake and tell me i was having a nightmare, to which my initial reaction was "duh" because i was the one having it, so i'm perfectly aware that what was happening wasn't pleasant. it's just that i kept going when i fell back to sleep and gave me more reasons to yell. also, being interrupted meant that i'd actually rewind and start certain bits over again, which means that id end up having to watch the scary parts again almost immediately and... well, you can probably guess what happened. 

now, although i've always had some pretty epic nightmares, i have noticed in the last few years that the waking up screaming thing has become more frequent. kind of alarmingly frequent for me and probably anyone in my general vicinity. so i thought i would try to find some pages on line that might explain why i'm hav…

friday favourites 30.11.12

i've come to the realisation that the hallmark of humility is when you continue to have a voice inside
you that whispers "you have no idea what the hell you're doing" when you open your mouth to say something impressive. today, i had to talk a senior person in a far-flung country about which i know precious little; i could find it on a map, name its capital and perhaps a couple of other cities and tell you
 that i have no idea how to pronounce anyone's last name. that's seriously about it. i might be able to name a noise artist or two from there. i'm sitting there, talking this person who's much more experienced than me, through a plan to bring something to market and all the time i'm just hearing that voice: "woman, you are just making this shit up as you go along." of course, the upside is that as i've gotten older, i've realised that most people have that voice and that most people really are just making shit up as they go al…

making faces :: beautiful feathers flock together

a friend of mine has this genius for coming up with horrible, fish-themed puns, which is something i greatly admire. i mean, we all know people who are skilled at wordplay, but i feel like he's really established a beach-head in the pescatory punning field- a true specialist. and the reason i mention this is because if i'm going to keep reviewing eye shadows by rouge bunny rouge, i am going to have to hone similar skills in making jokes about birds, just so that i always have something clever to use as a title. and i have pretty much decided that i want their entire flock, gaggle or murder- whatever bird-brained moniker you want to apply- to come home to roost in my makeup collection.

of course, i've been so delighted with their consistently high quality and their charming victorian fairytale marketing that i'm eager to explore everything the brand has to offer, but their shadows do hold a special place in my heart.

my most recent foray into their nesting grounds incl…