leviathan.

Between the covers of my bed I am safe at home.  

Between the covers of this book I am lost at sea. 

Dev. 

Happy holidays from Cricket the cat, who will be spending the season glowering at passersby from her perch amongst the wreaths on the mantle. -Bets

On root vegetables and weather.

When I feel bland I often say that I feel like a parsnip. By this I mean an uncooked parsnip. I've never actually eaten one raw, but I like to think they'd taste as dull as their beige colouring might suggest. When I feel like a parsnip, I dislike leaving the house and would rather stay buried beneath my duvet reading or watching a movie rather than going out to have fun with friends.
Lately, I've been feeling like a parsnip quite often, a few of my good friends at school are leaving in the new year to spend the semester abroad, the days are getting shorter and the days upon days of overcast skies are all really getting to me. While I'm not incredibly sad, I feel bored, uninspired and dull.
I think a lot of this does have to do with the season. It's supposed to be winter here, but we still haven't had any snow. I'm surrounded by this gross grey landscape, void of any colour with incredibly rare bursts of sunshine. While I'm not a huge fan of four foot snowbanks and you'll never find me clamouring for any, it might just be an improvement on this depressing wasteland that has taken over in the interim.
Maybe I should just go ahead and take some vitamin D.

-Bets

Sprawling

Today at the crack of dawn I wrote my last exam of the season. Hurrah! I came home, dazed and confused only to find that the BEST BAND EVER (aka Arcade Fire) just released a new music video. It's nifty and I am (as always) infatuated with Regine's dance moves and frocks.
Enjoy.
-Bets

Bets, I know what you mean. AH is a life changing (and style changing) experience.
Look at these. These are wonderful.
This guy's stuff is great. 

The last one is my favourite. 

Dev. 

Annie Hall

Silk Shirt - Chloe,  Blazer- Mauro Grifoni,  Gray Pants - Minimarket, Shoes -Topshop,  Saddle Bag - Robert Clergerie, Sunglasses - Ralph Lauren, Silk Scarf- Fendi.

Speaking of Paul Simon, a few nights ago I watched Annie Hall for the first time (I'm sorry it took me so long Dev!). While Paul's appearance was a surprise, Annie has made me desire limitless menswear. I want to cover myself in wool or tweed head to toe, don a vest (I have never in my life worn a vest, excluding my hideous childhood polar fleece one but we won't get into that), and exclusively wear oxfords (both shirts AND shoes). 

My menswear craze has been slowly growing all fall, as can be seen by my dozen oxfords (three being of the shoe variety). There is just something so cozy and appealing about androgynous clothing that I never really embraced before. I staunchly refused to wear pants for the better part of the last three or four years, but now I find myself trying on dozens of pairs at Value Village or staring at them while fake online shopping.

I guess it's finally time to admit that I might just love pants.

-Bets

P.S. I love you.

The Paul Simon on your playlist made me very happy for obvious reasons. 

Graceland. Just the opening accordion riff floods me with memories. My love of Paul originated years ago in my best friend's aunt's car, a beat up red Chevrolet we all called "The Chevrol". It was the kind of car with the tiny seat in between the driver and the passenger that's long been illegal and sitting there was always my favourite spot. It also had a tape deck and Graceland was always playing. My best friend and her cousin and I knew all the words. Every word.

Graceland was released five years before I was born, seven years before my best friend was born and nine years before her cousin was born. In grade nine I made a friend who had grown up listening to it with her parents, and listening to her parents play and sing the songs themselves. Different memories, uniting nostalgia. I liked that. 

Even if I have to travel for days, I'll be going to next year's Graceland Tour. Though The Cheverol is long gone, my best friend's family just acquired a red car - an old beater with a tape deck. A road trip to see our childhood favourite would be perfect. Maybe we'll make a detour down to Memphis, following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war to that mythical place where I have reason to believe we all will be received.

Dev (but you can call me Al)