Weekend Chores and Explores
So, after the wonderfulness on Friday, the rest of my weekend was pretty chill. I used the time to get some stuff doneski.
I FINALLY bought frames for the prints that I had purchased recently. The Dave Murray print had dimensions that were a little funky… but I found a frame at Woolfit’s that seemed to work (Molly approved):
Screwed in the hardware and she was ready to go.
Since the length of the frame was perfect, but the width was about an inch short on each end, I had these grandiose plans of cutting a strip of matting for each side to cover the gap. However, when I looked at the print in the frame, I kind of liked that you could see the raw edging, so I kept it.
Note my ugly jogging pants and bottle of Fresca. Classy lady styles.
Before: reclaimed wood frame that starting to look SO 2009:
After: Amazing local print that makes me happy:
I also got frame for the Italian concert prints I bought. They are also a funky size, and they also have a strip space on the side, and it actually looks AWFUL. I really have to pick up some matting to fix those before putting them up:
I also took the opportunity to walk aimlessly down towards Parkdale Sunday afternoon to soak in some of the summer.
Here is my outfit:
Here is a sad balloon:
Here is a sidewalk sign for a Yard Sale. If you know me, you know that this is the type of thing that makes me orgasmically happy:
I obviously followed the chalk arrows to the sale, but was disappointed with the fare. Although, this table of freaky dolls made me smile. Especially the one in the front in the bear costume:
It was getting hot so I bought a gelato:
It was basically a peach popsicle. I soon realized that this was probably the most phallic piece of food that I have ever eaten in my life. AND in order to consume it, I basically had to suck on it:
So yeah. All the men on the street were lovin’ my popsicle suckin’. I was actually really self-conscious about it and got a brain freeze consuming it as quickly as possible to avoid any comparison to… well… you know.
ANYWAYS, I stopped into the Drake General Store to check out their new stuff and came across a few copies of Take Ivy, which is an iconic men’s fashion book that was released in Japan in 1965:
I have been meaning to pick up this book for a while, and I was pretty excited when it recently came back into print. It chronicles fashion of Ivy-league men in the mid-sixties:
It’s really fascinating to look through this book. Men’s fashion seems to be so totally cyclical… I mean I’m pretty sure I spotted doppelgangers of these men on the West End of Toronto this very weekend having brunch or some shit like that…
For all you men out there. I highly recommend this book. The subtlety of men’s fashion often escapes me, but Hayashida does an amazing job of capturing the art of men’s style. All the men in this book are hella-bangable.