Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Live Fast, Die Young

Photo of me by Bec Wonders
Photo of me by Bec Wonders
Photo of me by Bec Wonders

Topman jacket, American Apparel hoodie, Topman skinny jeans, Vans shoes


Photos by Bec Wonders.

Gastown, Vancouver

Gastown, Vancouver BC

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Rebirth


Back on blogger with lots of new things on my mind. I'm seeking to move this blog towards a less cheesy direction for I cannot read my past posts without slapping my forehead in mortification.

I've done quite a few little projects since last time I posted on here, and I can't wait to publish them one by one! I've met so many creative people since I moved to UBC, with whom I have gotten the pleasure to collaborate with creatively. It's so refreshing to open a different door and start anew. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and here it is. A spontaneous shoot with my new close friend, the incredibly talented Bec Wonders.

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Farewell Summer

It is surreal that in a matter of 8 days I will embark on the big UBC boat. This is the much awaited trip to independence. Little by little I am getting a taste of the adult life. I just got back from driving around with sun-dried eyes and a side serving of soupy forehead (it is piping hot out) to get paperwork signed. I've also purchased my first set of household appliances that include a coffee maker, a minigrill, and a minifridge. I cannot wait to fill my dorm with unecessary junk!

And because the University stress bar is gradually sprouting, I am already becoming nostalgic of this summer's most relaxing moments, which I have gleefully captured with my camera.

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My sister Lea at a Greek restaurant. She's quite cool. Check out her blog.

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strawberry tart + espresso

Pool Party

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"I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move."

"Ulysses" by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Here I come UBC!


Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Suit Life

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Something I often whimper about is the fact that I rarely get invited to formal events. I know it's superficial, but man do I love wearing a good suit. I traveled to London, England in February and, to my surprise, my only purchases were two skinny suits at Topman. I had never bought a suit before, but that is because I never had a reason to. Where I live, a teenager wearing a suit casually could mean any of these things:

1. Your dad owns every single M&M Meat Shop in Canada.

2. You're a metrosexual. (Does this word ACTUALLY have a real definition? It's been thrown at me numerous times. Based on my friends' explanations, all I can think of is pointy crocodile shoes and white blazers worn with washed-out jeans. Besides, the red squiggly line appears underneath it whenever I type it. It is NOT a word!)

3. You live with your grandmother.

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I may be exaggerating a little, but casually wearing a suit in the Vancouverite suburbs is the equivalent to a Salvadoran girl wearing her quinceañera gown while grocery shopping. Or like getting a tan in Nunavut. A complete oddity. However, when I went to London, I saw so many men wearing them while engaging in the most quotidian activities like getting a bagel or reading the newspaper. I couldn't help it; I got the suit fever.

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And now, looking at Tommy Ton's photos of men in Florence, I am envious of their lifestyle. Very envious.

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Self-atonement.

My name is Marko, and I am hella hungry. Yes, I'm a full-time stomachal jukebox with a vast selection of ravenous growls and groans. Yes, I'm a teenage male who, even though my thin physique may show otherwise, is an indomitable eating machine. Yes, I am slowly becoming broke because my abdomen has excused itself to take over my wallet at every McDonald's I pass by. No, this is not the type of "hungry" I am here to talk about.Secret Alley
I am hungry for life, something that my teenage angst has been slowly poisoning in the past couple of years. I don't mean to come across as too Chicken Noodle Soup for the Teenage Soul. I'm not here to help out another solitary adolescent spirit by recounting my highschool stories. In fact I'm here for myself. I am hungry for the satisfactions I got before I became a solitary, odiously-whiny-zombie-with-a-permanently-growling-stomach-who-spends-his-summer-days-watching-Netflix-in-a-dusty-couch. I am hungry for the inspirations I got before I became indifferent to them. I miss reading an enthralling novel by the sunny window. I miss drawing for fun. I miss writing for fun.
So here it is Marko. I am writing for you. I am sorry I have kept you away from your passions for inexplicable reasons. I am sorry I am such a dick to you. I am keeping a blog to show you that you are indeed capable of DOING something besides watching old episodes of SNL and devouring cheeseburgers.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Loose with eloquence.


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Hence the scarf, the mid-June weather is not as warm as usual. While some people might complain, I am completely comfortable with grey days. I find them incredibly inspiring and relaxing.

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