General25 Jul 2008 12:04 am

… but then got big. I didn’t think I’d done enough cool things this week to warrant a post, but I sure did drag my camera everywhere so this post is much bigger than I thought it would be.

I started off at West Ed mall earlier last week where I went a little crazy shopping. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the fashions of today though. I can tell I’m growing up because the fall-apart-at-the-seams, two-for-$10 tops really don’t impress me anymore. They have terrible fits and seriously fall apart. Good for fashion tops, I guess, but … is this fashion??

This one just pissed me off, as I think is clear by the look on my face. The belt came with it. Ultimately I didn’t get it because of the button popping on top there and the HUGE PUFFY SLEEVES. What the H?

And yet…

They were like mole hills to these mountains.



They’re hideous.

I really dig on the change rooms at Miss Sixty. They’re purple velvet lined. Sort of like what I imagine Prince’s pants are lined with.

Mike and I saw this atroci…I mean classic… Bentley at the mall. The Louis Vuitton decals were spattered on the hood, roof and trunk.

Our new go-to restaurant has become Habesha, an Ethiopian and Eritrean joint.

We also ate at La Ronde this week, Edmonton’s premiere revolving restaurant.

My brain told me it’d be no good, but my heart wanted it to be. The view was pretty nice, anyhow.

It’s the Indy in Edmonton, and I spent the day editing video and running back and forth from the office. This photo is of the media centre. It’s the first event I’ve worked, and the first time I’ve gone to any of the car race series in town, which included Nascar and Champ Car (I think).

I really wasn’t that into Indy, but I really like the idea of getting to work on editing video. I’m returning on Saturday to shoot more video, but more excitingly do some panoramics with…

A Mark 2 N and a fisheye lens. The guy that does all the cool stuff for our paper is out of town at a wedding and it’s paining him to not be at the Indy, so he’s giving out his equipment like candy and hoping we do him proud. I’ll link up some of my work if it turns out well.

I am already having nightmares of it coming off the monopod and crashing to the hot pavement from 6 feet in the air.

Bubble tea night, and the lid to Mike’s made me think of my brother. He’s got a really great name, I think. Coincidentally I also found this link where you can see how common your name is in the States. I had a feeling, but…
Logo There are
or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

3 Responses to “It started out small…”

  1. on 26 Jul 2008 at 3:32 am Tory

    The atrocity is that that’s not a Bentley, it’s a Chrysler 300 and I’m 99% sure that it’s not even a 300C. To add salt to the wound is that they didn’t even use a real Bentley logo, they just added an italicized “B” sticker over the existing Chrysler logo in the middle and thought those wings were close enough. The authentic Bentley logo has fatter “wings”. I hate people like this. No one that actually has a Bentley would do that to their car. You just know that car belongs to an Arab/Lebanese that actually doesn’t have a lot of money but wants to look “ballin’ man” – the seat back is going to be adjusted way back – and their last car was a 1989 BMW 320i that had a fake “M3” logo on the back and no other modifications except maybe tinting and a little bit of paint over the rusting forming over wheel wells.

  2. on 27 Jul 2008 at 11:00 pm Kelly

    You know, Tor, we debated that it wasn’t a Bentley but too 300Cish, and we circled to look again, and take a photo. I’m still not sure and wish we had taken a better look or had someone determined if it was the real deal or not. I’ve only ever seen one Bentley in Edmonton, and that was at the Mall, too, so I’m not sure.

    I think we actually saw the owner, who was in his mid 40s, dressed atrociously and was shopping at High Grade.

  3. on 27 Jul 2008 at 11:17 pm Tory

    It’s not the real deal. When I said 99% sure I meant cheaper 300 Vs. more expensive 300C. Someone that desperate wouldn’t get the C.