Artist Inspiration – Lindsey Wixson

“It’s a very interesting combination of real life and fantasy…” – Gabrielle Revere on the life of Lindsey Wixson (


There is something about Lindsey Wixson.

She is undoubtedly captivating to look at; with her signature pout and gap-teeth, Wixson possesses a culturally-ambiguous, almost mysterious quality. This ambiguity extends deeper though.

Beginning her modelling career in 2010, in the fashion major leagues of Vogue Italia no less, Lindsey Wixson has risen to fame seemingly over-night. In just four years, she has walked for Fendi, Prada, Miu Miu, Rodarte, Zac Posen and Gaultier (among others to rack up over 44 shows) and done campaigns for Jill Stuart, John Galliano, Barney’s, Versace, Alexander McQueen, Mulberry, and Chanel. Oh yes, and not to mention, Wixson started working at age 15, which makes her only 19. This success reflects just how desirable her unique (while not isolating) look is. Lindsey Wixson’s story is quite inspiring, made all the more intriguing by the lack of gossip and drama surrounding her name. All of these things make the unconventional and extraordinary Lindsey Wixson someone to watch, and I’m not just talking about her print ads.


To fuel your fasciation here are some of my favourite shots of her.

Wixson- Mui Mui

Miu Miu, 2011


Versace for H&M, 2011


Paolo Roversi for M Le Monde, September 2013


Will Davidson for Muse, 2012

lindsey-wixson, AfterThakoon, NY, 2010
















After a Thakoon show, NY, 2010


Backstage Chanel, F/W 2013

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Inside Llewyn Davis – Film Leftovers


As soon as I left the theatre after watching “Inside Llewyn Davis” I bought the soundtrack. The first page of the liner notes has an essay on the Coen Brothers’ film by John Jeremiah Sullivan, an American writer who has contributed to the New York Times Magazine and Harper’s Magazine. The part of the essay that stuck with me was the second paragraph. He says,

“You don’t sing folk music – it sings you. A beauty of this movie is how you can watch that happening, watch the buried rivers of these songs, with their simple, bottomless themes, surface in characters’ lives.”

What more could I say about this film that isn’t perfectly articulated by that last statement. But what’s more, only when the songs are sung do you understand the emotion the events carry, the impact they have. It’s true; the most revealing look you get inside Lleywn Davis is when he performs a song. The emotion of the song pours out of his fingers as he plucks and slides all over his acoustic guitar, his mouth as his voice flows into your ears and his eyes as their emotion pulls you down into the depths of his ocean. It is a place you cannot help but feel drawn to and more than willing to lose yourself in upon hearing Oscar Isaac play the first note. These performances are more than a take in a movie. They are more than an actor acting. They are a musician, an artist, translating his emotion into music. This film makes the audience realize how universally relatable music can be and how the most inexpressive people can so easily express what they feel through song.

What this film also does is tell the story of so many musicians who have failed to make a living off of their music. Those who never made a career out of playing shows and selling records. It really is sad because Llewyn Davis is so talented and so genuine. It is the untold story of those talented and genuine artists we never hear of. Seeing this story unfold makes one wonder what artists exist today walking in the same shoes as Llewyn Davis’ waiting to be discovered. I could go on to talk about how we should do our part to explore our local music scenes, how the independent music industry relies on it. But there is something unique about Llewyn Davis I believe most musician to lack, his purity. What I mean by this is, I cannot image Llewyn Davis as anything else but a musician. He is so purely an artist. So instead of feeling compelled to explore new music, for now I only feel the desire to hear Oscar Isaac’s vocals swim through my speakers. I will turn my attention to the music that is yet to be discovered, just as soon as I tire of listening to the film’s soundtrack. I can’t bring myself to take it off repeat.

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Lessons from Walter Mosley

4034879412_f1189a11b6_bI read a book recently that told the story of two sons. The mother of the first son died while giving birth but the boy had a very loving father whose success allowed the boy a rather privileged up-bringing. Although the generous father could provide anything the boy desired, his son seemed to have no need for things money could buy; the world simply provided those things for him. He excelled in school, was popular among his classmates, could master any sport he played, had numerous admirers and an impressive physical build; It appeared luck was on his side. However, any personal relationships he formed ended in disaster. The son himself never suffered but he brought pain and destruction to those he became close to – girlfriends, schoolmates, coworkers.

The second son was born prematurely, with a hole in his lung, to a single mother. He remained in hospital for months while his mother hoped for a recovery but when she couldn’t stand to be apart from him any longer she removed him and cared for him at home. The mother watched over her son closely and slowly he recovered. Small and fragile, the boy often endured injuries – sprained ligaments, broken bones, countless viruses. At a young age the boy’s mother passed away and he found himself living with his maternal father who couldn’t hold a job and ended up in prison which left the boy living on the streets. This boy, however unlucky he seemed, always appreciated any small kindness and seemed fascinated by everything the world had to offer.

The novel is “The Fortunate Son” by Walter Mosley. The reason I found it so captivating was because the events that seem to dictate whether someone is considered ‘lucky’ or ‘unlucky’ are not necessarily related to how we perceive the world and if we are happy or unhappy. The first son seemed to have the world handed to him yet he was never satisfied, never truly happy even though he could not control the bad things that happened to the people around him. Even after his long-term girlfriend confessed her love to him and they had a daughter together, he knew he wasn’t truly happy. He never felt understood, never satisfied. The second son, even after becoming homeless and had to walk with a limp after being involved in a shoot-out seemed able to appreciate a small favour from a stranger. So it would seem that ‘luck’ would be having the ability to find happiness even through the bad. In the case of the two sons in the story, their outlook on life seemed to be inherent, something beyond their control. So it would seem to me, our interpretation of the world around us matters more than the actual events that happen to us. The fortunate are the people who can look past the superficial, see the depth and find its beauty.

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Welcome 2014

– Year of the Horse/a New Frank Ocean Album *contains excitement*/Season 3 of Girls/Probably Another Crazy Miley Cyrus Performance/Lady Gaga Still Not Realizing We’re Over Her

New Year’s is the perfect time to overhaul your life! Make yourself over! Inject some life into the pathetic, mundane, nonsensical, worthless routine you’ve been suck in! Be the person you’ve always believed you could be deep down in your despairing heart! Make all of your far-fetched, improbable dreams come true!

… Okay so I’m not that big into New Year’s resolutions.

Still, with every blog, twitter and facebook post revolving around goal-setting it’s hard not to think about the changes that could be made to your life, as small as they may be. So why not let the good spirits and wishful thinking influence your mindset a little bit. Hopeful thinking can lead to goal-setting, and goal-setting can lead to results. So, as a realist-sometime-verging-on-pessimist, why not give New Year’s resolving a shot?


My new year’s resolutions:

1. Become a model

1. Become famous

1. Become Alexa Chung

…What? It was just a first draft.

Here are my slightly-more-realistic resolutions:

  1. Eat a fruit every morning
  2. Work out 3 times a week
  3. Read (at least) one book a month
  4. Say yes to one event/activity that takes me outside of my comfort zone

How will I accomplish these you ask? (Even if you didn’t ask I’m going to tell you).

I’m going to think about the benefits of each goal before I do something and tell myself it’ll be worth it. It’s easy to say, “Screw it. I’m going to be lazy today.” instead of working out. But if I think about the benefits for a minute (healthier body and mind, more confidence, better physique equating to more fashion possibilities) then I think I’ll be able to pull it off (and maybe the suspenders looks some day).


And don’t forget about positive reinforcement! When you’re proud you accomplished something, you’re all the more likely to keep seeking that happy-endorphin feeling. So the more you do something good for yourself, the more you’ll want to do it! (I love positive feedback loops!)

Who knows how long I’ll be able to keep up with my 2014 goals but I’m not going to knock goal-setting before I try it. And I’m talking about active, monitoring-your-progress, it’s-okay-you-watched-Reign-for-3-hours-instead-of-reading, think-positive-thoughts trying.

So Happy New Years to all!

And if you have goals of your own I’m sending positive thoughts your way.

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At the Mercy of the Elements


As I walked to the bus stop after work today, I couldn’t help but feel my mood changing to reflect the dreary weather. A few moments ago I was enthusiastically working away, the weather having no influence on me, being surrounded by windowless walls. Yet as soon as I stepped onto the pavement, the mist hit my face and the cloudiness overcame me. And the energetic aura I exuded left me. Replacing it, a melancholy impassiveness.

I’ve always been aware of how affecting the weather is on my mood. I imagine it has something to do with human’s innate connection to nature (a phenomenon I have not researched but firmly believe in). It seems to explain why even on the most terrible of days, a shining sun can lift my heart even if only slightly. I imagine other people may be be less affected by this than I am or perhaps even more. In any case, I have concluded that I am forever at the mercy of the elements.

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Lessons from J. D. Salinger

“‘The mark of an immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.'”

This quote spoken by Mr. Antolini in J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye has been on my mind. I think it’s a powerful statement because of course most people would agree that they would rather be a mature man. But this is arguably the more difficult path. To live humbly for a cause requires patience, persistence and the swallowing of ones pride. But before these attributes come into play, one must determine what their cause is.

This is likely the reason behind this quote’s lingering effect on my psyche: finding one’s cause or purpose. Although I am a relatively young person, my recent status as ‘college graduate’ has left me with the feeling that I should know what my cause is. I have a general direction, an area of interest but no solid plan. I feel as though I am wandering through a field of wild grass; I can see sky and horizon in all directions yet there is no path in sight. There is the odd weathervane, but each one sways in the wind so I cannot be sure of its target.

So which direction to take?

I’d like to say that I’m pursuing a job in an area I am passionate about but in reality I’m applying for various jobs in multiple areas. My direction will be chosen by whatever sticks. I just hope wherever I land, I can enjoy the view and my cause presents itself in some form along the way.

Among the lessons Holden Caufiled has taught me is the idea that complaining about the ugliness in life is the easy way out. Turning those words into actions, into a purpose is difficult but it is the only way one finds meaning.

So even though I have no solid footing at the moment, that is the goal I will pursue. Fortunately there is no shortage of ugliness in the world. I have only to find a place in which I can transform the ugly into something beautiful. Image

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Simple Meaning


The simple things. I don’t exactly know how to define this. But I don’t think that matters. Everyone can think of something seemingly simple that brings them joy.

As I drove to school this morning, the sun shining, the sky blue amidst bright, white clouds, I couldn’t help but feel a smile stretch across my face. Gotye’s “Save Me” came on the radio and the optimistic yet ethereal melody seemed to be in harmony with the nature that surrounded me. These elements coming together made me feel untouchable. In that moment, I was purely happy.

I feel like it’s important to recognize these moments in life. No matter what is going on in your life outside of these experiences, I think finding joy in a simple thing makes you appreciate life. Although they are isolated, they make you feel as if you’re in touch with something bigger, something beyond the material. They’re a reminder that happiness comes from different sources and they can occur at any time. These moments of joy can give you a new perspective, as if you’re seeing the world through new eyes, even if momentarily.

So maybe these ‘simple things’ aren’t simple at all, at least, what they give us isn’t.

There’s something beautiful in finding meaning through simplicity.


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