lunedì 14 luglio 2014


g'day lassies and lads

a warning post about the next travels: éire! (ireland!) (homeland!) (roots!) (beer!)
my dad got a three-month contract in dublin, so i took the opportunity to see some more land of this rock we are on that floats around in the universe. and of course get to see my lovely father i already miss cuz we live three hours apart so an ocean is kind of a big deal. there's also something i haven't quite figured out yet: throughout my travels i never thought of it as crazy to leave alone for months at a time. but now that it's a parent of mine that leaves far far away for a same length of time, well it does this odd feeling that i haven't named yet. it's a little sad and a little scary but always happy for him: anyways i don't know yet. i'm really excited to go meet him there.
and well the idea of roaming around ireland alone during the day while he's as work sounds charming to me. camera and sketchbook and raincoat and beer money are basically all imma be needin. he's already admitted that guinness is indeed much better out where it's from. oh and you know i'm gonna bring back as many scotch and whiskey bottles as permitted. i'll walk from pub to pub, soaking in as much as i can of their supa cute accent. dad does say that people there are the friendliest.
story: so friendly that the guy he was sitting next to on the plane gave him a proper welcome by driving him to his apartment.
mom is gonna join us a couple of days before her birthday, so we'll get to properly celebrate her three-fourths of the family present. her stay will be of six weeks, whereas i can only permit myself two, with work and school starting in september.
finally gonna get to use my irish passport to actually go to ireland!
not even a teeny bit afraid that i'll be looked at as an outsider. nope. i can whip out the obvious truth of my irishness (mis à part freckles, pale skin and green eyes): my last name.
ain't no thang as irish as a Donnelly.

gonna be seeing more of you mates soon,


oh also here's a picture my dad took of a lighthouse near his apartment (with the flag, duh)

lunedì 25 novembre 2013

every road home is long

I'm back on Canadian soil, but only for a moment and not without difficulties on the way.
I wrote in my notebook during the way back, and I'll just type it on here.

November 21st, 2013

Suitcase all packed up, I was ready and excited to make my way back home.
Because life always surprises me by being ridiculously tumultuous, my Milan to Paris flight was cancelled. Little did I know, the 22ns of November happened to be a national-wide airport strike day. Thanks for notifiying me beforehand, easyjet. The day before makes it kinda close yaknow.
Anyway, I had to make my Paris-Montreal flight the next day at 11:00am, and I had little time to find a solution.
Being beside myself in frustration and sadness, I somewhere still unknown found the drive to find another option as soon as possible. It's a little funny since only the day before, I was speaking with Gab about changing discouragement into motivation. It was the perfect time to put that into practice.
After looking for flights like mad, I realized those wouldn't get me on time to Paris, and the few ones who would cost a whopping 900$. I seeked my father' sand Gab's help, being both of logical and emotional support.
I looked into the option of taking the train. I finally found one that left in two hours time.
Zipping up my heavy suitcase as fast as I could, I bolted through the door feeling terribly unprepared. Nicola, a photographer I shot with and who lived next door, had offered to drive me to the airport. Since that plan was so unceremoniously changed, I notified him and he nicely agreed to bring me to the train station instead. The plan was to depart from Milan, transfer in Dijon to grab a TGV, and arrive at 8:30 in Paris at the Gare de Lyon.
But, of course, it couldn't be that easy.
There are several train stations in Milan. My train left from Lambrate station, but the ticket office was closed. There were only ultra sketchy resellers and I did not trust them not one little bit.
We thought that perhaps if we went to Centrale station, we could get a ticket there, and then come back to Lambrate.
We got at Centrale 10 minutes before their ticket office closes. A guard at the door does not want to let us in since there is already a small lineup inside and they close shortly.
He does tell me, though, that I can buy a ticket on board the train from the controler, if there is room for me.
Back to Lambrate we drive. Throughout these bumps in the road I  try to remain excited rather than stressed and positive rather than doubtful. Honestly I was laughing at what today threw at me.
Once on the platform, I eagerly wait for the train's arrival, still not certain if I'll be able to ride it.
Once it does, I speak with an employee, and she tells me to get on, go to wagon 3 straight away and I'll find someone to buy a ticket from. I get there and a group of police officers tell me to get off the train and that it is full.
After a talk with yet another employee on the platform and seriously being worried about this ordeal with each passing minute, he tells me to get back on. He'll find a spot for me.
*sigh of relief*
I am placed in a 6 bed compartment and I feel like I was on The Darjeeling Limited. Only things aren't colour coded and there's nobody to artistically direct my surroundings.
I'm on the top bunk and the to-and-fro of the train is a little sickening while writing.
I'll get off in Dijon in 6 hours and transfer to a faster train to Paris. Then I'll have to take a bus or a cab to the airport and make my flight to Montreal on time.
Stay positive!

November 22nd, 2013

I set an alarm for 6am on my phone that was by them almost out of juice. I set the luminosity to its lowest setting and put it on airplane mode; the two power outlets in the cabin weren't working. Falling asleep was a little difficult, the train rattling, noisy, and on a tiny uncomfortable bed. At least I got a little bit of sleep, even though it was often interrupted.
When I woke , I asked a train staff if we were running on schedule. One told me we were 15 minutes behind, another told me we were half an hour behind. For real, we got to Dijon one full hour behind. That made me late for my transfer onto a TGV,  but since the train I was already on also wen to Paris, but slower, I just stayed on it, and resolved to make my way to CDG airport as fast as freaking impossible.
After arriving at the Gare de Lyon, I hauled my suitcase across the place as outside into Paris! Wou! I walked about to find the shuttle that would bring me directly to CDG. I only waited a couple minutes for it, then sat back and watched through the window a city my father is so scared of me never coming back from if I ever set foot in it. He did specify the night before that inward to go straight to the airport! Even with just that, by that time, it was pretty obvious that I wouldn't make my flight. :(
Why can't one thing ever go smoothly with me and my travels? 'Cause it wouldn't be as much of an adventure, I guess.
Once at the airport, I called my dad to let him know I missed my flight. I walked around the huge, maze-like airport to an aircanada desk, having noticed that they had a flight in an hour and a half.
After two more collect calls to my dad, we decided to get me a ticket on that flight.
By that time, I just really wanted to get home.
I texted Gab with the news, who was already resolved to see me only the next day.
The lady at the desk was quite nice, giving me a window seat in an empty aisle. I got to spread out and get a couple more minutes of sleep, the night on the train not being the best (but sill surprisingly pleasant). I had already noticed my back and neck being sore, and I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until the flight attendants started bringing food. Having dashed out so quickly last night, the ont thing I had for foot in my bag was the last quarter of a bag of mixed nuts.
Here I am at 38 000 feet, on my way home as another adventure comes to an end.
Oh but not to fret, I'm never on my feet for too long: next trip begins on Tuesday, New York bound!

Strive to keep a childlike curiosity at heart


domenica 17 novembre 2013

be back soon


let's start off with the big news: i booked a ticket home. for friday. ch'yeaaaa!
i thought a lot about it all and without work, and missing home, and being disenchanted with the modelling industry, all came to one conclusion: i'd be happier at home.
it'll be a very short trip home, though, since the new york adventure is starting only four days after i land!

i had a splendid day walking around town today. i set off with my camera and an extra roll of film. i walked two minutes before stumbling upon some type of fair happening really close to my apartment! all along via farini, stands were up, selling everything from clothing, jewelry, carpets, draperies, salami, cheeses, candy, etc. there were also a couple of performers and funny merchants with their sound systems and microphones acting like cheesy tv infomercials. i found a little something for my little sister for christmas (hihi, hi Oasis, no i'm not telling you you'll have to wait). i ended up being kinda close to the cimitero monumentale (the monumental cemetery, which wears it's name beautifully by it's monumentality). there i made it a mission to find my favourite sculptures that adorn tombstones, only by remembering my way around from last time i was in milan and visited, two and a half years ago. and i did it! i found it!

death don't do part

after a long while walking around the cemetery, and enjoying the cool air and the silence of the place, i started making my way back home, by foot again. walking through the fair once more, i stopped and got a 'vin brûlé' (mulled wine), since i was a bit chilly and it always puts me in some happy festive mood, since i usually drink it during the holidays. 

here's a young montrealer with a great original sound

see you soon


giovedì 14 novembre 2013


the winds change and the rain keeps falling.

it's been sunny on-and-off lately, but i'm writing this to the sound of rain pouring down on the skylights over my bed.

as for the winds, they change. the day i had written an email to two of my agents, i had one single casting for this big hair and makeup company. they seemed to like me lots, complimenting me by saying i resemble a mix of Amélie Poulain and Audrey Hepburn. you know, only getting me to blush like crazy because i adore those women!
a couple minutes after i leave the building, my agency calls to tell me i'm on option for the job. an option, in modelling lingo, means that you're in their top choices for the job, but you haven't booked it yet. they also asked if i'd be cool with them dying my hair to red, if they changed it back to brown after the pictures were done. no worries, although i never dye my hair, and i'm a little worried it would mess 'em up a little. but, the best part, is that the shoot would be done in Sicily! i should hear more about it in the next couple of days.

this evening with my roommate Elysse, we made butterbeer and watched Harry Potter.

and another breeze: my boyfriend and a friend of ours got a job in New York selling Christmas trees, for a month! for another adventure, i'll be joining them when i leave here! we'll be living in a van, and i'm really excited to live with very minimal belongings for a while. i'll be taking lots of pictures, writing, and for making a profit, (me and my mom got the same idea at the same time while brainstorming work possibilities while over there) i'll try selling some of my drawings and doodles! interested in an original doodle with that tree?

as for the rest of stuff here, it's still just as slow... fingers crossed for that job. if not, i'll make my way back home, to then head off to the next great adventure in new york :)

here's a track i really have been enjoying lately, by this american indie rock band called Now, Now

'till next time
live to tell a great story.


venerdì 8 novembre 2013

planet mars

hello hello

all my excuses for the big time gap that has separated this post from the last. i could say i've been busy but that would kind of be a lie.
yeah, things have been really slow. on the 12th, it'll be a whole month since i've been here, and i still haven't had a paying job :(
the market has been really slow. last time i was here, i had a bunch of castings per day, say five to eight. since i arrived, i'ts always been two or three. there are so many girls, for so little jobs. the competition is crazy.
i did do two shoots though, one that i've already written about, and another one happened yesterday. but those two won't help me pay the bills not one little bit.
i figure if next week doesn't pick up a reasonable pace, i'll speak to my agency about a possibility of other markets. if munich, paris or london are busier, i might just go spend a month in another city to give it a go. i'd hate to come back home empty-handed.

in the event i come back home without a job to my name, i know the experience hasn't left me empty-handed at all. one thing i like about this job is that i get to meet people from all over the world. i mean in my apartment only, the countries are: russia, ukraine, poland, the u.s. and canada. we went for dinner one night, in a japanese restaurant, and around the table were people from: australia, slovakia, belgium, italy, the u.s. and canada. i find it fascinating how people from all over the world, through their cultural differences can profit from one another's knowledge. and in a way, to make each of us better people, through understanding others. because even though people may not agree with one another, may it be on opinions or even values, i believe there is always something to learn from anybody. everybody knows something you don't.

i'll also come back home with a couple of good pictures i took on film, i hope. i brought both my k1000 and my holga, hopefully there will be some good stuff to look back on.

i'll most certainly come back with fun memories. this one night last weekend, stephanie, carleen, monika and me went out to this club (i'm really not a club person) since we were told bruno mars was going to be there. i never went crazy about his music, although i loved his black and white performance on some mtv award show, and his retro vibe is pretty groovy. and indeed he was there. he sang a couple songs and spent a couple hours with his band mates and huge body guard in the jam-packed club. i got to meet him and say hi (he is so so short?!) and he told me he liked my style (that's cause i was wearing carleen's cap that says meow on it). he seemed like a pretty down-to-earth type of person, which is always good to see in celebrities, i find.

having more spare time, i've also been going to the gym a whole lot more than usual. it feels good, i've already noticed that i'm a bit more fit, and most of all i love their sauna and turkish bath, hihihi.

most of all, i'll be back with a better knowledge of who i am and how i've grown up compared to last time i was here, compared to when i traveled to tokyo, and compared to when i started modeling.

this weekend i'm planning to go to the novecento museum, it has Rodin, Pollock and Warhol expos going on! i also want to make a trip back to the ossuary (see posts from about two years ago for more on it. or wait until i write about it this time). i really, really want to take a weekend to go the venise for the biennale. it would make me the most fulfilled art student!

i'll write sooner than last time ok (:
thanks for reading along this adventure

keep on learning on


giovedì 24 ottobre 2013

artsy fartsy

buona sera!

i moved out of my apartment! and i'm soooo glad about it!
this new place is also a model apartment owned by the agency, in another part of town. i live with 6 other girls (!!) and it's totally different from anything i'm used to. i've actually never lived with girls, except my mother and sister. for the past year, i've been living with five guys. couldn't be more opposite in any way.
the rent is significantly cheaper (but is still super expensive by montreal standards) but is quite nicer. it's on two floors, and my favorite aspect of it is all the skylights and angled ceilings. i have a huge skylight right above my bed :) i share a room with yulia from russia, there is another double room on the second floor next to ours, and downstairs three girls, including elise from vancouver (yay canada!).

after moving this morning, i settled in and unpacked everything (at the last place, i hadn't undone my suitcase, since i knew i wanted to leave soon) so i already feel better here. none of us had any castings today, i don't know why this week is so slow :( but! it gave me the chance to walk around the neighborhood to see what's close, camera in hand. i walked all the way to the brera area, which is super cute and filled with students, because the fine arts school is located there (dream!). in the same building is an art museum, and i hadn't been to that one in particular last time i was in milan, so today i went!
the pinacoteca di brera was great. it's really vast and i spent a whole two hours admiring the paintings and a couple sculpures. they mostly have twentieth-century classics (lots of jesus') in classic styles. i got to see some paintings by moroni, which was funny because my last apartment was on a street by the same name. in the third room i entered, a french from france group has having a guided tour, so i stayed close to them to have a hear at it, hihihi. i got to see some bellini (no, not the drink. the famour venezian painter) and i always enjoy seeing in person paintings i studied in my art history classes in cegep.
i always love the sound in museums. yeah you'll tell me but-museums-are-silent but it's the echoes that get to me. the echoes of people trying to speak softly and the echoes of past times, through the art.
aside from the traditional style, there was also a smaller room dedicated to a collection of more modern art. in front of my eyes was some braque, picasso, modigliani, and boccioni, mmmm.
i also saw for the second time some caravaggio, and 'il bacio' by hayez.
there was also the coolest room i have ever seen. it was dedicated to art restauration, the job i think i'd really love to do. it was closed-in, air-tight, filled with bottles of solutions, little tools, air vacuum shafts and only three paintings. some were being fixed and another was being cleaned. just makes me want to fast forward through school and get working there asap!
then, as if my tour of the pinacoteca wasn't enough art for a day, while walking down brera towards the metro, a small gallery had some original warhol hung in the window.

back at the apartment, two of my roommates, monika from i'm not sure where and veronika from ukraine were about to leave for the gym and invited me to tag along. i went and got my gym card done (free for a month simply because i'm a model? cooooool!) and we worked out together.

tomorrow i've got two castings, one for a shoe designer's lookbook, and the second for... armani! yéééeahhh boiiiii!

buona notte,


lunedì 21 ottobre 2013

c'est une chanson qui nous ressemble

buon giorno!

milan has transport strikes pretty much every second friday. at least they're a little bit nice about it, and have a three-hour window where all transportation is running. during that time, on friday, i had a casting at vogue. after walking through the sempione park to get there, i reallt felt like going back afterwards. i did, and spend a nice long while reading while the sun was slowly making it's way down.
during that time, i got a call from kate, who was also doing the casting along with alayna. they were going to grab a late lunch, and also being hungry i joined them.
right during we were eating, i got a call form the agency telling me i had a test shoot (a non-paying shoot whose pictures will be unpublished, that are simply for the portfolio) on sunday. nina, one of my bookers told me that she had booked train tickets for me and danni, another girl from the agency, to get to brescia to do the shoot. i chowed down my meal in half time, hopped on the tram and made my way to cadorna station, where the ticket agency was. the place looked closed, so i was a little worried, but nina told me not to and to just knock on the door, which i did, and a lady opened for me asking ''major modella?'' and there i was tickets for me and danni in hand.

i took saturday to sleep in like crazy, and only went out of the apartment for a drink with kate, since her birthday was the following day. since i did have a shoot, i had the skip the party.

the shoot was so. much. fun! me and danni left central station in milan towards brescia in the morning, a small city eastward halfway to verona (shakespeare city!). the photographer's name was tiziano, and seemed quite young. i had looked up his work beforehand, and alayna had already shot with him and enjoyed it.
he picked us up at the station in his four-place smart car (my mom's two seater is cuter!) and we spoke about the ideas for the looks. danni shot in the field in a nice dress, being decontextualized, and did another one outdoors with the neighbor's horse! and two more different outfits in studio.
as for my part, we did one beauty, natural shot, another leather-rocker-badass one outdoors, a different leather-rocker-badass one indoors, the same outfit with a friend's royal python snake matilda, and a last one in a cosmic patterned dress with lotsa bling bling necklace action. between the snake, the horse, the photographer's cat and his dog, it was quite a zoo day! (see some pictures on my instagram, link in the previous post).
i need to write more about the cat cause i'm a legit cat lady. the kitten's name was rino, because he was all white, and white-out in italian is some word i don't remember that finishes with -rino. he had these adorable but a little stupid looking blue crossed eyes, but that's what made him even more adorable. he kept coming to me to me loved, and to purr, which he did a whole lot.

today i only had one casting and took it really easy. i watched the movie beginners, which is a favorite of mine and juliette's (see her blogspot at or .com for you guys at home) and did some groceries and apartment research. i'm currently writing this with a glass of wine from a two-euro bottle, and things are feeling fine.

so far tomorrow i have one on request casting (where they make a pre-selection of models they want to see) at the agency. but it's the type of work where things change or are added or gone unpredictably at the last second. yay adaptation!?

on an ending note, a song i adore, first because it was sang to me by my grand mother with her amazing soulful blues voice. second, because the words are a jacques prévert poem

but i miss you most of all my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall