Lisa Pharkin' Stanton/
She's gorgeous. She's smart. She has created the images for COUNTLESS theatre posters and publicity shots for her demanding actor-friends (including me). She takes photographs of flowers that make me feel guilty for eating vegetables. She's Lisa Stanton, ladies and gentlemen, and this weekend you can see (and even buy!) some of her amazing photographs (if you live in Ontario, I guess, or if you're visiting from Australia/New Zealand in order to escape all the Russellcrowian controversy. Okay, that is officially the WORST adjective I have ever invented.)
Lisa will be at booth #15, in the RED section of Trinity Bellwoods Park (I don't know what that means, but it sounds hot) for the Queen West Art Crawl this coming weekend. Interestingly enough, this is also the weekend that was supposed to mark the end of the "research phase" of my new "play". If "research" actually translates to "watching movies", or "taking Rufus on unnecessary overnight adventures", or "finding out more about Fall fashion", then I've met my deadline and possibly even exceeded my own expectations. In facte, I'm patting myseff on the bak as I writee thhis (thus the spelling mistakes. One-handed typing is tough.)
So if you can, go and see Lisa's amazing work in Trinity-Bellwoods Park tomorrow or Sunday!
Also...I want to tell you about a concert I went to on Tuesday. Wednesday? Wednesday. Monday? Oh god, the procrastinatory guilt is making the days bleed into one another. Anyhow...the band was absolutely incredible. The lead singer/songwriter's name is Colin Munroe. Watch for him, because he's going to be famous. He has a beautiful voice, his lyrics are amazing, he plays every instrument under the sun (well, at least three of them) and the members of his band are charismatic and fantastically talented. I even bought his cd. So did P, which means that one of us wasted ten whole dollars, and I'm not even upset about it. BECAUSE THE CD IS JUST THAT GOOD.
Okay. Now a little update on PHARK. Rufus has just earned "most adaptable cat in Canada" status, because I brought him to M's place for two nights and he didn't blink an eye. He walked into the apartment, looked around, sniffed a few things, went about his usual business of knocking every object off every surface with his little boxing glove of a paw, and then lay down for a snooze in the middle of the living room floor. He did meow out a few complaints on the bus, but who wouldn't? I mean, we've already established that buses smell and make otherwise normal people evil. I'd meow on the bus too, if I wasn't so afraid of being judged.
A. is well on his way to star status. He shot the short film last week and is now busily working on the t.v. episode before heading off to London, Ontario for The Graduate. I haven't seen the others in days, so I have nothing to update. (Um...and I haven't asked their permission yet to share intimate details of their lives.)
Thanks to those who commented and let me know that they'd seen the Scotiabank commercial. That's how I found out it had aired! Now maybe I'll be able to pay my rent in October...or maybe I'll buy an iPod...hmm...
And to those of you who asked...yes, I read every comment. I don't take procrastination lightly, let me tell you. I am 100% committed to procrastinating 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, in as many languages as possible...uh...except when I'm sleeping, because that's important too.
The comments make me laugh. Lots. Every day. Thanks for that.
Now I'm going to go and answer interview questions, which is actually quite a productive form of non-productivity.
p.s. If you'd like to see more of Lisa Stanton's photography, please visit her blog at: