The other day, Petra sent us an email: “Hey, I was just organizing my computer and found a bunch of old images from high school and such. Feel free to use them if you want.” When we opened the attachments, we were like, YES, PLEASE. She was kind enough to write captions for us too.
This is me on a rooftop I snuck onto in Toronto. This was grade nine, the first year I really started documenting my life in photos.
My favorite pair of Docs ever on some carpet at some party.
My friend Fraser dancing to “Born Slippy” by Underworld in Avery’s infamous disco fort.
Me at Tasha’s, probably sometime in 2007. My friends and I always went to Tasha’s because she had no curfew—we would go to her house, listen to music, then go out. We’d return to her apartment as the sun was rising and sleep until late afternoon.
The only bra I’ve ever owned, hanging on my sister’s door.
Tasha, Carmen, and Mada on Tasha’s couch in ’08.
Tasha and Carmen doing bad things.
Kalale sneaking in through the window.
Anna’s friends Raevv’n, Aurora, and Dunia sitting on my bed. This was the first time we ever hung out, and also when I decided I wanted to capture their lives in photos. That was five years ago, and I haven’t stopped.
Raevv’n, Aurora, and Dunia getting ready at my house.
I think this was the summer of grade 10, but I’m not sure. What I do remember was how hot it was that day. We all piled into my friend Juliet’s room and vegged out in the air conditioning.
Sunset outside of the subway station by my high school.
New Year’s Eve, 2010. I think this is Tasha’s hand. It was beyond freezing and I honestly forget why I took this, but it was one of just a few photos I took that night.
A self-portrait I took by the window in my bedroom. I would always sit in this spot and listen to music and space out. It was my safe haven, where I could look out at the city from a distance.
Carmen at sunset on a rooftop we snuck onto in Montreal. I believe this was our last year of high school. At the time, all my friends were about to move to Montreal for college and looking for places to live in the city. I was one of the few who were staying behind. This evening was really bittersweet for me, because I knew that next year all my friends would be here without me.
My best friend Fraser running around that same Montreal rooftop.
Carmen at sunset.
Fraser falling down in Riverdale Park.
Tasha on her balcony.
The last day of high school. Mickey and I decided to flash everyone. End. Of. Story. ♦