The ladies have been cunchin’ around all summer & so we decided to do HALLOQWEEN at The Beaver.
Next year, in 2014, we’ll be back with Hotnuts.
It’s Hallo! It’s Qween! It’s HALLOQWEEN.
So excited. SUCH FUN!
Performances by Mikiki and Fay Slift
Hosted by Mary Messhausen
Djs Colin Bergh and produzentin
Saturday, October 29, 10:30pm
1192 Qween St. W.
Door: El Bear Ho
So, I spent the last weeks at a cottage north of Toronto. I thought I had to get out of the city for some time. And can you imagine, I did not even have access to the interwebz?! Honestly, I do not know how the peoples survive up there.
After awhile, I got into the cottage life style: Get up. Have some bubbly. Swim away your hangover. More bubbly. Visit your friends by boat. Have a morsel to eat for din din. Have a drink. Socialize. Have more drinks. Pass out on the patio of your newly found friends. Wake up in the morning with no recollection on how you got home.
It was one of those days when I set out for a special cruise.
Be sure to check out the short clip at the end of the post.
Dress by the one and only Prancey Girl.
For extra pleasure: loop the big splash below.
It’s been awhile since a soft drink company contacted me to do an ad campaign (as the Pepsi Jazz and Coca Cola BlÄk jingles were such a success). So I was very happy when Mary Messhausen came back from the motherland with the new south east Asian pop sensation, Pepsi Deluxe.
Today, heaven pumped out another load of the white stuff. To take advantage of the virgin snow, we took our Pepsi Deluxe juices to the toboggan run. When Mary and me got to the top of the hill, we saw little Ella frolicking in the white desert. To gain her trust, we pulled her around the slopes for one hour before running off with her toboggan.
And so, the photo shoot began.
Watch us go down and bump the wood.
We love the Strawberry & Cream and the Creme Caramel flavours
Mary’s trench coat by Alexander McQueen
Nail polish by Bernhard Willhelm
Perfume M by Mariah
Photos by Oliver
Mary Messhausen and I needed some time off. So when our gingerheaded photographer friend Kyle offered to take us to his cottage right by the water, it sounded like the perfect opportunity to leave the busy city behind.
When we arrived at the cabin we found that run-down raft laying by the lakeside. In a heartbeat we hopped on the makeshift vessel. After the first excitement wound down and the fishing was done, we totally chilled out on the raft. So chilled out that we fell asleep.
After what must have been at least an hour we woke up and could barely see the coast. We felt like the biggest gaytards ever.
Watch the desperation unfold after the jump.
Photos by Kyle Tryhorn. Mary’s dress by JOFF.