Hansel

A feast upon
I feasted on
when my eyes first looked at you
While deep inside
as I looked on, 
a hunger grew and grew

The time we spent
came and went
as you slipped
from me like hours.

Now I seek of you,
a speck of you,
left for me
to devour.

 

The crumbs you threw,
the trails to you
I believe they led - 
were in my head.

The crumbs you thew,
will make me ill - 
yet they are all,
I have of you. 

The banquet done,
for all but one,
as the crumbs
grow fewer and few.

My love will flow
on and on,
while slowly
I am starved of you.

- Lang Leav 

We don't do this enough

Not too far from home was this winter wonderland. five photographers, a little hydroplaning, potentially a near death experience, some favorite winter tunes on repeat and fresh coffee under tiny umbrellas on the bridge made for an unforgettable winter morning. 

 

Sometimes we'll have conversations about where we derive our happiness. We'll talk about the value of simplicity, how often we forget about it as we lose ourselves in our digitally driven, ever evolving, consumer societies, and all the times we've removed ourselves and felt high on life. This was one of those times. So what's that like?

Maybe it's in the crisp winter air - the way the chill expands my lungs, or maybe it's in the comfort of being snug in my 52 layers of clothing. But something about being in the snow whether its atop a mountain 6000ft above ground, walking on the streets below my apartment, or standing right here on this bridge, makes me want to check in with my body - take deep breaths, close my eyes and just feel. And in those moments, I am overwhelmed with joy and with gratitude. 

Tent-In for Peace

THIS IS KENTA

The past week has been a brutal one for what you would expect for early December in Vancouver. We saw as much snow in the city as we would typically see in a whole year. While I spent most of my week bundled up in a blanket with a hot beverage and a candle lit in my living room, Kenta was doing something admirable, camping out in a small tent outside the Vancouver Art Gallery. 

The tent is a part of his art installation, "Tent-In for Peace" inspired by John and Yoko, to examine and raise awareness about homelessness and displacement in Vancouver. 

Sophia

Nothing says "Girl Boss" quite like Sophia Hsin. 

Photographer, soup aficionado, hedgehog mama, perfectionist curator, all round business woman.

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Jitters

YOU WERE A VISION IN THE MORNING WHEN THE LIGHT CAME THROUGH

I KNOW I'VE ONLY FELT RELIGION WHEN I'M LYING WITH YOU

For the out of tune

If you're scared that the storm is moving closer,
I will be the weight you need to anchor you.

If you're scared that this boat is sinking slowly, 
I'll sing you something slow and blue,
Cut the ocean right in two,
Break the darkness like the morning. 

I'm the ghost in the summer rain.
Just something shining through the pain.