Something ’bout Simplicity.

“It’s the little things, but they all add up.”

I sprinkle that mesh of words into scenarios frequently. Because I am a big believer and lover of simplicity. Sure, I absolutely adore the big brimmed hat the shy girl on the corner of Yonge Street is sporting but it’s the way the hat tips and her coat sits and where her purse hits that makes for stronger pictures. Stronger feelings. Everything is art. 

I like messy beds and over worn pyjamas. I like the wild silence on the subway in a car full of fifty strangers. I like uneven footprints in the snow and melting flakes on eyelashes that make your mascara run. I like aged cracks in the pavement and a paper bag caught in the gutter from someone’s lunch. I like worn out edges of over read novels and fingerprints on the car window. I like holes in t-shirts and the sound of coffee brewing at 8am. I like imperfect smiles, frown lines and scars with stories. I like how you look at me. I like empty wine glasses on the counter from the night before and newspapers on the train seat next to you that have been touched by numerous hands. I like water stains on the bathroom mirror and cloudy airplane trails in the sky. I like how you make me feel. I like the souls sense of serendipity and the touch of a first dance. I like blueberry stains on my fingers and the morning after nose scrunch of a too-many-drinks text. I like the lipstick stains on coffee cups and the sound of a key in the lock after a long day. I like you.

Everything is art. -k

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‘The simple things are the most extraordinary things and only the wise can see them.’

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When in Doubt, Simplify.

Ola June. While the city was sunning and swigging back Stella’s, I was sitting in a host workshop on this summery Sunday. The minute the last basketball buzzer sounds on the season, my everyday escapades slightly shift a smidge.

As a matter of fact, I’m a very private person. If you know me through my workaholic world then that may sound like a fib but it’s a true tale. When the NBA season comes to a close on my end I crave just that; a little bit of shhh. A little salt and pepper shake-up of disappearance and non-existence. I spent the first two weekends of the summer in the same hoodie, sipping on suds and collecting moments. Moments are pretty rad. I was challenged once by a friend to recognize the little things in my days and I realized that it really drops you into a state of simplicity. It cleans up the mumble jumble of city chaos that has built up inside of you. And simple is one of my favourite words as you may have hinted from previous posts. These pictures captured that simple something. -k          

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Shh.

Sometimes you just need a break in a beautiful place, alone, to figure everything out.

I scrolled over that quote with my birks in the sand at the cottage a couple of weekends ago and it inspired the above video. Simplicity is super awesome and super powerful. ‘Summer life’, which I’ve dug into over the past couple of weeks since the basketball season came to a close, is pretty simple for me. I’ve been reminding myself of the things that make me tick and that their presence is a must somewhere between the beep beep beep of the morning alarm and setting it at sundown. Try it. -k