The knocking at the door persisted. Aidan’s roommate wasn’t supposed to be home for several hours. He thought he could feel his heart pounding inside his chest and his throat constricting. It had been a few weeks since this funny business started. And it all happened because of these captchas. …

Depending on whom one asks, the purpose of education differs. I’m partial to two explanations: that it’s intended to equip its students with the capacity for rational and independent thought, or to turn freethinking individuals into gears of the machine that is society. Though these seem to be contradictory, as…

The poseur is dead, and it is we who have killed them. A few weeks ago, I wrote about how to commit to a fit, and why hairstyles and tattoos show more dedication to a certain aesthetic compared to simply dressing the part. The main message was this: because while…

Winters in Montreal are especially cruel. The sun rises at 7:30 in the morning, and sets at 4:00 in the afternoon, leaving everything in snow-shrouded darkness thereafter. It was on such a winter morning that Jesse’s alarm went off, the only light coming from his glowing phone. He blinked a…

If someone says New Yorker, an image of a fast-talking, smartly dressed, New Yawker comes to mind. If someone says LA socialite then a vain, modernly styled, wannabe actor is recalled. A Seattleite conjures the portrait of a crunchy, athleisure sporting, tech worker. Denizens of smaller places get lumped together…

7/10: Good. Cedric Klapisch’s Salade grecque is an eight-episode TV series depicting the varied events of a group of young Europeans living in downtown Athens. Throughout the series, siblings Tom and Mia learn about each other’s secrets, and become stronger versions of each other, while making friends throughout the way…

How strange it is, that in the dead of winter in Toronto in February is the height of summer in Buenos Aires. In streets of Yorkville people’s hoods are drawn around their faces on dark afternoons as they manouvre around snowbanks while in the parks of San Telmo, children yell…

Once upon a time I joked that I could tell a lot about someone new by telling them that I liked Murakami and seeing what associations one had. Would they think of Takashi, the visual artist and occasional Kanye collaborator? Would they think of Ryū, the late twentieth-century author? Or…

I’m sure it’d be better for my blog and SEO if I had titled this piece just the second title, but I really liked how fun the first title was. Mid-century modern is an aesthetic that strives to imitate the furniture and interior décor of, well mid-century modern design. For…