Her name was Lola

A little while ago, I made a post about the green dog, and it made me recall another story, which I would like to dedicate to my blogger friend, who loves dogs - Veronique aka French Girl in Seattle

The Season of Butterflies

This year, the transition from summer to fall is happening gradually, smoothly, and agreeably. It’s warm, and, sometimes, there are some slight, unbothersome showers. You find some trees specked with red-yellow leaves. The season of butterflies is in full swing in High Park. I understand that, each leaf that detaches from the tree and tumbles slowly through the air speaks of the transitory nature of life.

Chasing the White Rabbit

I associate the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland with time. It seems like you’ve done all your tasks, and almost caught up the time by its tail, but soon it turns out that this is only an illusion, and there are as many things to do ahead of you as there were before.

2011 Toronto International Film Festival - Guest Post by Dasha Kotova

The middle of September is a time that’s both exciting and stressful for Toronto film lovers. When the Toronto International Film Festival rolls around, it’s time to brace yourself for tough decisions, long lineups, pushing and shoving, and general crowdedness and confusion in order to get to the films that have captured your interest. Last week, I spent a significant portion of time doing just that. And my schedule was hardly anything compared to some other film reviewer that I know, for whom staying up till 3am during TIFF and then waking up a couple of hours later constitutes business as usual.

How I got rid of my ferocious editor on the journey of blogging

(The above picture is neither of me, nor of my family, nor was it even taken by me.)

Inspired by David Lynch

Viewer discretion  is strongly advised. This post includes photographs of dissected cheese.

 

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A Simple Wish

Underneath my windows is the road that schoolkids walk down to get to the nearest elementary school. Same way as, in Venice, there is a Bridge of Sighs, I call this road the Road of Crying. Sometimes, without intending to, I witness many dramatic scenarios that happen to these young people - particularly the first graders. However, the story that happened yesterday was particularly cute, and I would like to share it with you.

For Dolly

Dear Dolly,
While you are in college he is doing this.

Journey to Niagara Falls

I was surprised to realize that, living in Ontario and all, I haven’t told you anything about the Niagara Falls yet.

The area around Niagara is a unique place, known for its vineyards, fruit orchards, and incredible organic vegetables. This time, we came for peaches and tomatoes.

The Details of Everyday Life (Toronto edition)

If you live by the Louvre or the Colosseum, it must be easy to take a beautiful photo at any given moment. But even if I lived near some magnificent mountains or beautiful old buildings, I would definitely try to capture the joy in the little details of everyday life.

Such moments and objects can pass by pretty quickly if you don't pay attention. Each of them can be interesting on their own because of their transitory nature.

Say Mi-Yelk!

The fact of the matter is – if I had enough money (as you’re well aware, artists are known for always being in need of cash), I would have cleared out this entire store; I would have bought every single thing without exception. But what were some of the things that captured my heart especially?

The Green Dog

When I first saw the works by Zhoy Chunya, I immediately remembered one particular story.
Perhaps this is a legend that appeared in the Soviet Union at the time of the strict censorship in all printed materials of the nation. Very often, it was the editor who carried out the role of the censor. And, very often, it was the editor’s personal attitude towards the author that determined whether the book would and the illustrations to it would be approved.