I love your long shadows and gunpowder eyes

Winnipeg, Manitoba, may not seem like the ideal destination for a simple American tourist, but it can't be denied that certain areas of the city are unabashedly hip. During my short visit my friend Christine and I made it to two fantastic vintage stores (one of which I am crouching in above), the local art gallery, an amazing coffee/bookshop that possesses the best atmosphere one would ever want to sip their americano in, an Indian restaurant, a very High Fidelity-esque used record store, and various other places of the like.
For those of you who know me well, I have probably told you about my self proclaimed soul mate who worked (works?) at this record store, Into the Music. I fell totally in love with this dude when I was thirteen and had first sauntered into the place to pick up a couple of Hot Hot Heat cds or whatever stupid shit I was into at the time. Upon seeing his Buddy Holly glasses, Joy Division tee, and pale pinkish red hair (natural!) I was completely smitten. So imagine my surprise when the very next year, age fourteen, I wandered back to the same place and saw the very same guy chilling behind the counter! After an awkward exchange where I asked if The Damned were playing, (it turned out to be the Misfits) I vowed to make that bespectacled boy mine. I mean really, it had to be more than a coincidence that he had been working both times I happened to show.

You can probably imagine my shock and horror when I found out the next year that the Winnipeg excursion had to be canceled. Fate had brought me and my red-haired Buddy Holly together (sort of) and now she'd decided to rip us apart. My agony was only increased three days ago when I finally had a chance to return to Into the Music. I did not see my Ian Curtis/Glen Danzig fan man but instead saw some thirty-ish dude in a gray t shirt looking in need of a shower. My heart was noticeably broken but I browsed the aisles a bit, continuously checking the door.
After awhile I gave up.
I ended up leaving with Meat is Murder and some Stone Roses, but had hoped to leave with a future husband. Though the experience was definitely discouraging, I choose to believe that my Canadian soul mate is still out there, smoking cloves and listening to Love Will Tear Us Apart.

Anyway here's me trying on hats:


Excuse the shitty quality. A new camera is definitely on my list. The store in the first, third, and following pictures is this large, high-ceilinged place with tons of old-timey clothes and costumes for rent. The girl who was working told us that they were in the process of clearing the place out because it was going to be turned into a library for a movie that's going to be filmed there.

I have more pictures of Chrissy and I in the store dressed up as Adam Ant in pirate hats and Revolutionary War style jackets, but they have yet to be exported.


BTW now that this trip is over and done with my life is back to being ultra shitty, so you should bake me cookie.