Paper Doll Illustrations

I love these brilliant illustrations by Kyle Hilton. I saw them here and was giddy right away. Breaking Bad paper dolls?! This woman is a genius. And of course, who wouldn't want to undress Ryan Gosling?

Crazy Stupid Abs

A few girlfriends and I went to see Crazy Stupid Love last night. It was the same group that went to see Blue Valentine last winter which left us feeling decimated and depressed. This seemed like a much lighter movie choice and the lead up involved many email exchanges with pictures of Ryan Gosling looking like this:

There was an audible gasp from the audience at the ab reveal, from both the women and men. A collective swoon swept through the theatre.

My girlfriends and I are in complete agreement that Emma Stone is beyond adorable and we lusted over Julianna Moore's footwear. One girlfriend and I clutched each other when she appeared in suede clogs with a little peep toe. "That's a California shoe dammit!" She hissed. "You can't wear that kind of shoe here, you'd freeze."

The movie was sweet and touching and a perfect choice for an evening with some of my favourite girls.

Missed Ryan Gosling Opportunity

I just saw on the Toronto Life website that Ryan Gosling was in Kensington market the other day. Gahhh! Apparently he was vintage shopping. Alone. We could have been shopping together! I have been feeling a need for a little vintage shopping lately, why, oh why didn't I go when Ryan Gosling was there? Oh, the missed opportunities.

I have forgiven Ryan for ruining a girlie outing this past winter. A group of us had gone to see Blue Valentine. We had been warned that it was a downer but were undeterred. How bad could it be with Ryan Gosling and the lovely and fragile Michelle Williams? We thought we were set for a fantastic night.

We were very wrong. The movie was beyond depressing and brought our cheery girlie night to an abrupt end. There were no post movie cocktails and no swooning over Ryan's hotness. Instead, we went our separate ways, forlorn and dejected.

I'm over it now. I have forgiven Ryan for ruining a great girlie night. I know we would have laughed it off and had a great time strolling through Kensington together. Rats.