it was early 2011 when i first shyly toyed with the idea of starting a “blog.” it was around the time that the word “blog” didn’t have exactly the same connotation as it does today. blogs were “the cool thing,” and no one rolled their eyes at you when you proudly declared that you were writing one. in 2015, though, the word “blog” itself is enough to make me cringe. following our continuing obsession with portmanteauing everything — mockumentary, liger, brangelina, affluenza — the “blog” is in itself one of those sad words you can’t help but be embarrassed to say out loud. but in the beginning, the timidity wasn’t for the word but for the thing itself.
it was years, literally years, before i was able to talk about this thing called littlecity without the obligatory nervous laugh or sheepish grin. it’s funny how hard it can be to talk about these things that we’re passionate about, the projects that we pour our hearts into, the goals we stop at nothing to achieve. i have brushed off littlecity like it wasn’t one of the most important parts of my life. i have smiled and blushed and rolled my eyes when others have talked about littlecity in praise. it was easy for me to talk about anything else, other than this thing that, some days, i wake up for in the morning.
it’s 11 pm on january 14th 2014. in one hour, littlecity, the online platform for my personal, professional and altogether entirely obnoxious adventures, will turn two. sometime in 2011, i decided i wanted to start a blog. it was a simpler time. i had been an avid “blog reader” for some time – following those really irritating skinny girls with bad taste in music and great taste in clothes, who had a seemingly infinite breadth of knowledge about what and what was not ‘cool.’ “i could do that.” like i said, it was a simpler time.
true to form, i’m a couple days late, but i’m so proud and happy to announce that on january 14th 2013, little city celebrated one year of existence! a whole freakin’ year! unfortunately, i was hugging the toilet after a pretty insane 10 day journey to mexico for the bpm festival (the vomiting was likely the result of stomach flu, post-party syndrome and a reaction to the horrendous weather in montreal upon my sad, sad return) (i cried real tears guys, it’s literally minus 30 out)
initially, i hadn’t planned anything to celebrate my little city’s big 1 year, even though i am more stoked than you can imagine to be embarking on a second (hopefully) successful year as the sole editor and content writer for this blog. it’s been one hell of a ride, to say the least. i’ve shed blood, sweat and tears, spent time and money, lost my sanity, stomped it out on countless dancefloors, laughed, cried (worth mentioning twice), smiled, stressed, promoted, supported, been supported, and most of all, had my heart burst with the overwhelming amount of love that has been shown for this little idea of mine. i’m so proud of what this blog has become, and it’s thanks, in large part, to the amazing contributors, producers, DJs, photographers, event coordinators and, of course, the incredible support system, fans and avid readers that have had my back for the past year.