Beautiful Decadence

I often find myself wondering about society`s standards of beauty. Often is an understatement because honestly, this thought passes through my mind daily. Weight, dieting, fashion, achieving the look all of those coincide but occasionally, there appears another type of beauty; That of the decadent, rustic broken down places in which we lose ourselves in life.

Especially living in a city like Montreal, where the new and the old mesh together to become something completely different, like art; objects we find everywhere become as such. Don`t get me wrong, I`m not a fan of modern art where a chair positioned in a certain way is supposed to comment on the way we live our lives....fill in more crap...etc,etc. I`m talking objects that fill us with emotions. All this just to introduce to you one of the most fragile thing I have seen.

I was actually out in the West Islands, somewhere around Kirkland when I passed by this. I was so excited by it that it was odd and my friends were quite abashed by my enthusiasm. ((I`m not trying to be pretentious when I talk about this as if my friends can`t see how I see things; in all senses I am quite weird.)) My agitation towards this left over wing was that I had seen one before during the winter on my front steps of my earlier apartment in Verdun. This one was so much more exquisite, for the feathers were still intact and that made it so much more special.

- C

Summer 2012 KIRKLAND

      Winter 2011 VERDUN