Category: Winter 2004

Bling is everywhere. Its omnipresent fabulousness has consumed me. I work with bling. I wear bling. I’ve visited Swarovski Kristallweltn Gallery in Austria, the place where bling could have been born. I have a fish named Bling. I have already used bling far too many times in this paragraph. I thought Journalism would be a… Continue reading All About the Bling Bling!

Having just downed a Diet Coke and with Nikon camera in tow, Alex strolls along Queen Street West in downtown Toronto. With every step, the pulsating beat of hypnotic house music intensifies. As he reaches the apex – the door of Element Bar – the bouncer shakes his hand and waives him inside. Weaving through… Continue reading The Bible of Rave

The intoxicating smell of Skyy Vodka and Redken hairspray spiced the air. At Toronto’s eau restaurant this past October, a crowd of four hundred polished and preened advertising types and a small number of media representatives were introduced to Strut a unisex fashion magazine base in Montreal. They sipped alcoholic drinks and watched a hair… Continue reading It’s all in the STRUT

Reporters, editors and staff members arrived for a Monday morning meeting at the Ainslie Street office in downtown Cambridge with little idea of what was to ensue. Few were aware that by the end of the week their jobs would be terminated and the doors to the country’s oldest newspaper would be closed for good.… Continue reading The Death of Canada’s Oldest Newspaper

She is 20 years old. She was born on September 11. She hates Toronto girls for being so skinny. She hopes her father will kill himself. She feels like a loser and a poseur for discovering cool bands through eye Weekly, not through the so-called “scene” she desperately longs to be part of. She is… Continue reading Dear Blog…