Favorite Bands:
David Bowie, Emily Haines, Velvet Underground, Cat Power, Pavement, The Libertines, Metric, Hole, Nirvana, The Smiths, Louis XIV, Iggy Pop, The Clash, The Raveonettes, Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Lou Reed, The Cranberries, Jimi Hendrix, Emily Haines, Pixies, The Doors, Rolling Stones, Sex Pistols, The Ramones, White Stripes, Dandy Warhols, Jean DeadWolf, Joseph Arthur, Pink Floyd, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sam Roberts, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Beck, Dj Champion, Daniel Boucher, Tokyo Police Club, Led Zeppelin, Echo and the Bunnymen, Patti Smith, Radiohead
Favorite Films:
Pulp Fiction, Las Vegas Parano, Hook, A Clockwork Orange, Clean
Favorite Artists:
Warhol, Joseph Arthur, Basquiat, Lichtenstein...
Heroes:
David Bowie + Emily Haines
I Want to Party With:
Andy Warhol + Edie Sedgwick
Vices:
Cigarettes, drug, booze...
Final Words:
Dead disco, dead funk, dead rock n' roll... Remodel. EVERYTHING HAS BEEN DONE!
That’s what I call a fucking day… You know, the one that even if you try to be cool, everything is trying to piss you off. I know those days. And I’m sure you do. Anyway. I woke up at seven o’clock and after a Gin Tonic, I was already in the damn bus. Then it starts. There was an old, obese woman who looked at me like I were a syringe in a foot. She sat beside me… and I lost my WHOLE leg in her fucking fat of whale. Je suis sortie du bus, then me suis lit up a cigarette and burned my favourite purple jacket. Further more, there was the stop to the doctor for my chest pain. Damn, he gave my an appointment for X-Rays. I hope sincerely that they’ll stick me one of these stupid diagnostic as soon as possible to get out of this shit… To conclude, there is no more vodka and it’s too late to be grateful… Definitely need to practise my English. Et y’a la réalité factice qui se réalise doucement. When you talk can I tape you?
Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down I got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonderful, wonderful, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european canon is here
I must be only one in a million 'cause I can't pass the day without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european canon is here
UPCOMING SHOWS
Louis XIV - Mar 18 @ La Sala Rossa. Montreal. The Raveonettes - Mar 22 @ Les Saints. Montreal. Tokyo Police Club - Apr 19 @ Le Cabaret du Musee Juste pour Rire. Montreal.
hey, talent is 60% practice, get yourself a camera, a Bessa or a Yashica or if you really really want to dive in and spend all your money, a Leica, get yourself some film and just go for it. Or get yourself a little Ricoh, they have a hell of a lens on them for a compact point and shoot - well worth the money frmo what i've heard, and not too expensive to get hold of I don't think. Yeah, so just go for it - look at people's work, mine, Chris', Darren's, everyone you can get hold of, look at the classics too - Cartier Bresson, Rembrandt, Stieglitz, Winogrand, Mermelstein, Meyerowitz, and so on and so forth, look and just let a little of it sink in to you, at first immitate, realise how they've composed a photo, where they've put the subject, and try to recreate it in some way, not to the T of obviously, but pretty close - you'll learn. It is not because it's difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that is is difficult.
