Thursday, April 30, 2009

new shoes

Gram 399g

-- Post From Taxi

Sunday, April 26, 2009


Sugar nightclub, Victoria, BC
Saturday, April 24



-- Post From Taxi

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

something to remember...

...when cleaning becomes obsessive.

Saturday, April 18, 2009


Al's Hasselblad

i can has haircuts?

inspired by Hedi Slimaine

bye bye curls

miss yall

loves me some hairwash

nice one

heart u Sarah! best haircuts EVAR!!

you can call Sarah at the hive, 714 cormorant street, 250.361.4473

out the window

Thursday, April 16, 2009


fuck ya Sasha Grey as OG Star Trek babe!

i can has Ikea?

'Two Weeks Ago' was a good day for theslyestfox.

-- Post From Taxi

UPDATE: which dress?

All of them?

This one was the pick of the night, but I'm still rooting for the white polkadots. It's the most suitable for picnics and tree climbing.

-- Post From Taxi


heart u Vancouver Aquarium!

-- Post From Ferry

contact sheets

photos by Matt Savage (the Vic Chic)

-- Post From Taxi

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Shopping with Ish

Which dress?

Blue with white polkadots from Urban Outfitters?

Black hooded zip-up from El Cartel?

Flower print from Aritzia?

Shopping is hard!

-- Post From Vancouver

Monday, April 13, 2009

want: TARDIS's I can skip through tonight, landing somewhere nearer this:

(photos via Wikipedia and Mandy.)
-- Post From Taxi

Sk8boarding rulez!

When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to own a skateboard until I was sixteen years old. My parents, as doctors, tended to see skateboards as injurious contraptions ridden only by masoquistic no-goodnicks. Of course, banning children from something generally has the effect of increasing it's appeal, so I would borrow friend's boards and over the years taught myself how to not bail too hard.

When I turned sixteen I immediately bought a longboard, and spent the next many years happily hurtling down whichever steep hills my path crossed.

Two summers ago there was a long flat spell, when southern Vancouver Island got absolutely no surf for months on end. To keep in shape and to practice my top turns and cutbacks, I started riding a normal-length skateboard in the skatepark. This led to attempting tricks, which meant a fair amount of painful bailing, but within a couple months I became reasonably proficient at riding transitions and ollie-ing up curbs. I developed a fluid, surf-inspired style, not overly impressive to the street-style groms, but satisfying.

That was the year I realized I was getting old. Watching twelve and thirteen year olds take endless bails on the concrete, I realized that my resilience was only a fraction of theirs. When I went down it took a week or more for the sprains to heal. Frequent yoga sessions helped even out the cramping. I worked out a happy medium between breaking the body down and taking care of injuries through stretching.

Once, a cool-dad showed up at the skatepark with his ten year old. The kid was afraid to even drop into the half-pipe, but cool dad was ripping, busting frontside airs and lipslides. It was a little embarassing, watching this thirty-something dude kill it, while his progeny floundered. If I was that kid I would have insisted on music lessons or dance classes, anything to avoid having to go to the skatepark with my dad.

Earlier this week I had a session of hill bombing, my first of this spring At the bottom of my first run I busted a power-slide, but was going fast enough that I went over the falls. A couple minor scrapes were all I had to show, but the body has reacted with stiffening and low energy. Is it time to give up the old deathplank? Hardly. This is a sign that I need to get out there more often, to toughen myself, and to relearn about pain. Skateboarding is mostly about learning painful lessons. This summer I will finally nail pop-shuvits, boardslides and tail slides.

Anyone want to go hill bombing this week?

-- Post From Taxi

Hi, I'm Andrew...

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-- Post From Taxi

Hobo chic

Vintage cuorduroy blazer and grey Levi's purchased in the Haight c. 2005. Shoe-string belt.

-- Post From Taxi

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

K9 Security

Bomb sniffing pooch now deployed at Swartz Bay.

-- Post From Taxi

Ferry terminal, dusk

At least there was ice cream.

-- Post From Taxi

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Nom nom nom/sip sip sip

A wine tasting at Sips, in James Bay

-- Posted while walking past the Legislature, on the way back to Chinatown.