They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha Ha

Dedicated to Rat Under Paper (don't ask, listen and enjoy):

Summer in the City

So far these are our summer adventures in this lively city of ours:
Home made birthday pizza.


Hoards of people in our neighbourhood congregating to celebrate Pride.


A new cafe in Kensington Market.


Hot cat resting.


Kids dancing Bob Fosse.

The Dior Magic

I got this immaculate Dior shirt yesterday, among other fine garments, that made me sorry I 'm not a medium size man with somewhere to go and money to spend. Simple elegance, understated sophistication and quality - the mark of a well designed object.
It retails somewhere around $600, and is on sale at RM for a song at $175.
The other object of desire is a John Varvatos vest. I can't do it justice by describing it, you just have to see it to believe it. I'll only say it is made like something with the quality and attention to detail from the old days. Retail value - $450. RM price, $150.

The Cat Came Back

After being away for 3 nights he was on our doorstep this morning. We posted his picture all over the neighbourhood, and think someone held him in their place for all that time, and finally had the heart to let him go home. What a relief!

Freddie has gone missing

If you see him please tell us. Ginger is very upset and sad.

Someone forgot to turn the oven off upstairs

And we are all burning here. I'm not complaining at all because everybody who knows me knows I love the heat, but who could possibly be working in a non-air conditioned place on a day like today? I admit I can't, and therefore the shop is closed.
I should have stayed by the lake.

What a difference a week makes

It's Pride weekend and the city has changed colours, from bleak and scary to bright and silly. the streets around here are brimming with people who discard their usual clothing and opt for either bare skin or outfits so outrageous you just have to lough.
This evening walking home from work a group of lovely men and women, who normally you wouldn't look twice at, strode down Alexander street in full S&M regalia, corsets, chains, leather and plastic galore. Oh they were scrumptious and looked like they were heading to a night of delicious debauchery. Alas, I was so mesmerized I didn't have time to snap my camera at them in time.
I did dress my female mannequin appropriately for the Dyke Parade though, helmet, leather vest and bare breasts, as required.


I found a security convex mirror at a junk shop and waiting to put it up as soon as I recruit some help. Here I sit in it's reflection, dust and all: