Here’s to receiving the presidential treatment this valentine’s day

Attempting to learn HootSuite and Google Analytics for a job interview.


B E A U T Y dir. Rino Stefano Tagliafierro

[White House Press Secretary, CJ Cregg, consulting the Chief of Staff in the hall]


Is there anything I can say other than "The President rode his bicycle into a tree?"


He hopes never to do it again.


Seriously, they're laughing pretty hard.


He rode his bicycle into a tree, C.J. What do you want me to – "The president, while riding a bicycle on his vacation in Jackson Hole, came to a sudden arboreal stop." What do you want from me?

C.J. :

... A little love, Leo.



Mayim Bialik killing it

…im embarrassed for him…

collections that are raw as fuck ➝ elie saab s/s 2012


(via Merry Christmas - The Fresh Exchange)
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WHY aren’t I in Toronto right now?!?

And why aren’t I the same size as Maggie O??


Some sick looking furniture tho.

Peanut Butter Caramel Baked Apples… RECIPE

I’m not a big fan of candy apples - Primarily due to years of horrifying orthodontics that pretty much forbade caramel treats. Seriously. Spend one afternoon trying to brush away the goop off your braces and see how tempting they are then.

But these look fun and super cute! Looks like I’ll have a DIY project this weekend!


9,000 Fallen Soldiers Stenciled into Sand at Normandy Beach

To commemorate “Peace Day”, British artists Jamie Wardley and Andy Moss, in combination with many volunteers, went to Normandy Beach and stenciled the silhouettes of the 9,000 soldiers who lost their lives on D-Day during World War II. With rakes and stencil pads shaped like bodies in hand, the group completed the temporary art installation titled The Fallen 9000.

The work is meant to serve as a stark visual reminder of the civilians, allied forces and Germans who died during the beach landings at Arromanches on D-Day: June 6th, 1944. The initial team began with 60 volunteers, but as word spread to nearby residents, an additional 500 people came to help with the temporary installation. Although the stenciled body impressions in the sand only lasted a few hours before the tide washed them away, the photographs serve as a reminder of the horrors of war and of the cherished lives lost.



A father-daughter dance — in jail

"Everyone is on their best behavior. The fathers pull out their daughters’ chairs and rise when their daughters come back to their seats after being away, manners they learned in their fathering class. Some huddle and share family and schools news. One daughter charms her dad into promising she can have a summer pass to Kings Dominion.

But then “The Wobble” comes on and that gets everyone moving and laughing — for a few minutes, the event turns into a silly, sloppy dance party. “Dad!” Alexis laughs, like any daughter embarrassed by seeing her father busting loose. And then she joins in, jumping forward, leaning to the right and waving her hands in the air. 

 But when it’s time to leave, even the jail guards, some crying, say they feel the ache. The inmates and their daughters all get their photographs in paper frames to keep.”

Photos by Marvin Joseph, story by Emily Wax

I find images of 911 strangely compelling. At the time of the attack on the twin towers I was 11 years old, living in a small, isolated community on Vancouver Island. The scariest thing in my life was that I was starting junior high. Living in a town where the tallest thing is the steeple on the catholic church, where you know where everyone else is every minute of the day - I don’t know. The fear seemed unimaginable. We were as far removed as you can get from New York or Washington. There was no fear of further attacks. Just a bit of shock as hundred story buildings crumple in onthemselves, giving way like sand.
Now I’m in Toronto and I can see how that would be terrifying. Knowing people across every pit and pocket of the city and wondering if they’re okay - classmates, neighbours, exes, childhood friends and drinking pals - all of it uncertain. Not being able to reach your parents to tell them you’re safe. Being evacuated from blocks and blocks around the downtown core. Watching buildings you know are filled with thousands of people belch out streams of smoke. Not knowing where is safe, not knowing where is hit next. And then suddenly two of the biggest buildings in the entire city are gone from the horizon. Just gone. In a minute the entire fabric is rended apart. I think about what it would feel like to look up and see First Canada Place or the Scotia Plaza enshrouded like that. Or watch a plane veer into the RBC or TD towers. It’s a weird thought. You know? Something I always felt so distant from is now something that feels much closer to home.
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