All my loyal munchkins and hombres! I’ve been sitting on this news for months and couldn’t talk about it til now! My latest short story, entitled “The Cipher Hangs,” has been sold and published in the newest issue of The New Quarterly! For those of you outside of the literary world, TNQ is one of Canada’s most prestigious literary magazines, publishing only the finest in prose, poetry, and creative non-fiction (Er…and me). For a frame of reference, I’ve been trying to get published in TNQ since 2005! They’re super hard to crack. So when they bought this piece, I was as giddy as a schoolgirl (and well chuffed).
Here’s a scan of the first page of my short story to whet your appetite.
When the editors contacted me to let me know they had accepted it for publication, they said, “‘Poetic language and intimate details make this a compelling read… a good story…the brutality of trying to have some kind of life in a war zone is well-portrayed…. We are always excited to publish innovative fiction and were especially thrilled with this story.”
Anyway, go online, or to fine bookstores everywhere, and buy the Fall 2012 issue 124 of The New Quarterly!
Lemme know what you fink.
Recently I interviewed visual artist Maskull Lasserre, and I sold the interview to YYZ Living Magazine. It’s in their latest summer issue, which you can read in full here. Or if you just want to check out my feature, click the above image to read!
Recently, I had a very fun photoshoot and interview in Toronto’s infamous Graffiti Alley with TorontoVerve. If you don’t know, TorontoVerve is one of the more popular street style photoblogs in Toronto, and presents a really great cross-section of the personalities and characters to be found whilst traversing our awesome little city. Also, the photos are absolutely stunning! Anyway, they asked me if I would like to be one of their subjects, and I was humbled and flattered by the invitation.
It turned into a really fun 101 lecture on Graffiti and Street Art from Toronto, which as you all know, I can yap my freakin’ head off about! We wandered together through the alley for a few hours, and I even made him hike up Spadina to show him the last Banksy left in Toronto!
Here are some of the photos of me in the alley, but for the full interview (We talk about Banksy, Spud, Poser, graffiti turf wars, and of course, Mayor Rob ford), click over to TorontoVerve now!
Fanks for Nigel for the invite and for being made of awesomesauce.
(All photographs copyright Nigel Hamid/TorontoVerve)
Sorry for not blogging all week, I’ve been in Montreal seeing family (and doing some graff hunting of course!) so expect regular blogging to resume next week!
Happy weekend, hombres.
I haven’t been much of a film reviewer this year because I was uber busy with other projects (hello finishing my novel!). But I like to freshen up my critiquing skills every now and then. Click here to read my review of To Rome With Love, directed by Woody Allen and featuring an all-star cast (Allen, Alec Baldwin, Penelope Cruz, Jesse Eisenberg, Ellen Page, Roberto Benigni).
Little trivia for you: did you know that Penelope Cruz learned how to speak Italian for her role in Don’t Move? I saw that film when it came out and found it highly leotarded. But hey, she can still rock the tongue!
Film opens today! Enjoy!
I’ve been sitting on this little piece of info for a while now! You know how I’ve been jonesing to interview graffiti artist SPUD for like, eons? Well recently I finally scored an interview with the elusive artist (he turned down The Toronto Star, but he spoke to ME, fank you very much!) and I sold the story and a couple of my photographs to The Grid, one of the best alternative weeklies in the city (they bought a bunch of my photographs once before and published them last Summer).
Click the above image to read my interview with SPUD and his take on being a graff artist in the city of Toronto. Comments are most welcome! Enjoy!
Check out my SPUD category for more of his work that I’ve profiled.
A few months ago, I sold a trove of my graffiti photos to The Grid, and it became known as The Rob Ford Graffiti Gallery. It was a very popular piece, and I am rather proud of it. Turns out The Grid took my photos and turned them into this nifty video. Enjoy!
speaking of Rob Ford graff, this is an old Deadboy piece, but i found it in a new spot recently, and it had some graff-comments on it.
first was Gregory Alan Elliot‘s smiling heart, and then there was the “stop this” which could either refer to Deadboy or to Ford. oh double entendre!
It’s too bad that horse wasn’t nominated for an Oscar … what’s its name?…. oh yeah…
Click on the above image to read Exclaim Magazine’s Top 10 Films of 2011. My film review of SHAME made it to #4!
FUCK YEAH FASSBONER.
I wrote a completely new critique of Shame, different from my review originally published back in December … this new review speaks more to the lasting effects of Shame on audiences and why it garnered a spot in the Top 10.
If you’re not feeling clicky, here’s the new review below.
my Shame film review was also published in the Dec/Jan issue of Exclaim!, on the stands now, free across the nation.
It’s on the shelves right now, but you can also read it online!
Of course, if you’re like me, you’re too lazy to actually click links and stuff, so I’ve provided the actual article here. Click the below images to enlarge them. I wrote a piece on my epic hike through the jungle along the Inca trail to Machu Picchu. They also published my photos too! I’m not a professional photographer, but EVERY TIME I’ve had a travel article published, they’ve also published my photographs with the article. That would qualify me as professional, n’est-ce pas?
YYZ Living is a really beautiful magazine, it has a high gloss sheen to it, and the pages feel wonderful under your fingers. It’s a luxury publication found in some of the most exceptional hotels and boutiques, and even on airlines. Fly the friendly skies with Chrissy!
(click to enlarge these images)
They included my headshot and bio on the contributors page:)
Click on the above image to read my film review of Shame, published in Exclaim Magazine. It opens today, and I would highly recommend NOT bringing a date to this film. It is SO not a date movie. However, as my review says, it’s teetering on brilliance. It’s beautiful, sad, provocative, loaded with depravity, and visuals that will leave you speechless. Enjoy!
As I say in the review, after watching it, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about it. That was over a year ago now.
For some reason, the DVD is only available for purchase in Ireland (it’s an Irish film and Irish co-production) and they can’t ship overseas. So recently I downloaded the torrent online.
I can’t stress the magnitude of force this film exacts on your heart. While watching it (and even long after the credits have rolled), you sit there feeling as if someone has just taken a butter knife to your heart, and scraped out the inside until it is left raw, seething, and rigid to the touch.
I feel like I have been through what the character Samira has been through. I have never been brutally assaulted, I have never been interned at a concentration camp, nor have I ever been through a war (although I have been to Bosnia-Herzegovina and other warzones). But this isn’t about the specifics of war, rather about much larger behaviours that affect women.
At any moment we can be the punching bags for aggression, or the object of desires. And we’re struggling to understand the difference.
Watch the film.
it’s so weird because i sold those photos months ago, and The Grid is a weekly publication (not monthly or quarterly), so the fact that my particular article is still getting promoted months later…. perhaps it struck a nerve? graffiti will always be a contentious issue, but especially, i suppose, when it’s poking fun at the mayor.
speaking of graff….
found this Super 8 stencil in an alley near Roncies
stencils of cameras have always fascinated me, because they usually denote CCTV and the idea that you are being watched by big brother. but this is a Super 8, which is a handheld camera, the same used to record JFK’s assassination.
Click on the above image to read my Exclaim film review of Like Crazy, starring Anton Yelchin & Felicity Jones, which opens today. I always enjoy a good love story, and now that the season has turned into a colourful and crisp autumn, now more so than ever.
I saw the trailer in the cinemas a few months ago, and was actually really moved just by the trailer, so when my editor offered me this review, I jumped at the chance. I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on some of the love affairs I’ve had in my life, all of which seem to be mirrored in this film. Also, for whatever reason, a large majority of my ex’s have been Eastern European and therefore look redonkulously similar to Yelchin. Go figure.
Watch the trailer below:
THINGS is a really prolific and highly documented street artist in toronto, but i’m only learning his name now! he reached out to me recently to let me know that some of his work was in my The Grid article that was published a few months ago, and as it turns out, he’s the genius behind some great work such as the Rob Ford “ass” and “piss here” pieces, the light switches, and one of my personal favs, the “post no bills” piece!!
yesterday i found some more of his work, and got all snap happy.
his flying Grover only went up on this wall a few days ago, but already it’s been tagged by another graffitist.
it was so beautiful yesterday as i was taking these photos, the wind was crisp and everything was fragrant. the only thing i didn’t like were the huge tractor trailers zooming by, honking at me like i’m supposed to take that as a compliment. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, run after your huge lorry and say ‘fanks for noticing!’ don’t honk at women! and don’t whistle at us either. horns and whistles are for dogs and cats and other animals, but not for humans, and certainly not for me.
woah. i think i just quoted the sound of music there. i’m not deleting it. whatever, it fits.
i used to love sesame street as a little girl. i used to watch the French-Canadian version growing up, they had a whole bunch of muppets and characters just for us frenchies. IN FACT, sesame street helped with my bilingualism SO MUCH, that because of it, i learned how to say the alphabet backwards IN ENGLISH AND IN FRENCH in under ten seconds.
i shit you not.
i love this piece. the great thing about work like is that, at every street corner you turn, there’s always a new opportunity to be wowed by new designs, new colours, and new ideas. Art is just waiting around the corner for you, and if you’re not paying attention, you could miss it.
grover looks like he’s reaching out to cup my chin. KISS ME! FOR I AM FLYING GROVER.
I then walked along the rail path for some time, humming to myself, even though i didn’t have my music on. it was such a lovely day for a walk, and the rail path is a nice little elevated meadow in the heart of the urban jungle. oh and look, more THINGS to be found! that’s his lightswitch.
it’s pretty clever. imagine if we could flip a painted-on switch and all the lights went out.
WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS?
oh look, another one!
flip a switch and just like that, bang.
(kinda like death, non?)
speaking of my The Grid article, it turns out that The Grid has this deal in place with Pizza Pizza where their articles are promoted on flatscreen TVs in each location. I didn’t know that (I knew not eating pizza would come back to haunt me). I was sent this photo of my article flashing across the screens at one such location. Next time you get the munchies at 3am, think of me.
in august, i sold some of my Rob Ford graffiti photos to The Grid. click on the below image to check that article out.
lately, i’ve been wishing i could add more to the gallery, because there’s no end to rob ford graffiti in this city.
case in point, my latest find:
we can’t afFORD this
the artist’s name appears to be DAH, a name which eluded my google search.
anyone have any information on DAH?
i also found more of those Rob Ford Gravy stickers, which was included in The Grid article.
as i mentioned last month, the Toronto Arts Council has graciously awarded me with the Level 2 Grant for Writers. if you take a look at my Writing Portfolio (scroll to the bottom), you’ll see that I have been rather fortunate throughout my career when it comes to getting funding and grants to work on my creative writing projects.
i get a lot of questions from new writers, wanting to know how to apply for grants, what the process is, and how to find out about them. back in january, i was an invited panellist on a Writing & Publishing panel at York University (my alma mater). we talked about several different topics related to the professional side of writing, including how to get grants.
when i was asked what kinds of funding and grants i would suggest people seek out and apply for, this was my answer. watch the video below to see me speak for seven minutes at a feverish pace about where to get grants, how to apply, making a case for yourself, and the required hustling therein.
now never ask me about grants again.
this video of me hiking along the ancient Inca Trail to Machu Picchu features mountains, all-terrain biking, zip-lining, monkeys, turkeys, duckies, hammock-ing, sacred valleys, heavy breathing, children playing, raging waters, Justin Bieber, beautiful incas, and lots of people waving and kissing my camera. oh, and many shots of my sweaty horseface. ENJOY!
i have realized that i took so many photos and catalogued so many experiences whilst in Peru, that i will need to break it up into several different blog posts. if i put it all in one post, it would be the longest post ever, and you guys would be scrolling and scrolling. no one wants that.
so this post will be about Cuzco only, the starting point of my hiking trek to Machu Picchu.
this is the centre of Cuzco, and also the view from my hostel. on the day i arrived, they were having a huge festival in the centre square Plaza des Armas.
because they could. that’s just how they roll.
Cuzco has an elevation of 4000 feet above sea level, and they warn that you need at least a day of rest upon arrival to acclimate to the altitude.
by this point, i had taken four flights in three days (vancouver to toronto, toronto to san salvador, san salvador to lima, lima to cuzco), so my body was completely wrecked by all of the altitude changes i had already endured.
arriving in Cuzco, with my 12 kilo backpack on, i had to climb a series of steep steps to get up to my hostel, and not only did i run out of breath (me! out of breath! NEVER HAPPENS), i also became light-headed, dizzy, and very nearly lost my footing.
i drank a lot of coca tea when i arrived at the top. coca leaves are grown all over peru, and while they are the main ingredient for cocaine, exist in a sort of legal grey area in Peru. you can chew them for energy, and you can harvest them if they grow naturally on your land, but you can’t plant them, and you can only harvest so much. i think even Peruvians aren’t so certain on the drug laws there.
my hostel had a resident pussy….cat.
i was really lonely my first few days in Peru. the tour hadn’t really started yet, and i had been placed in single rooms in my hostels in lima and cuzco, whereas i’m used to staying in hostel dorms. while having a room to myself is great for having your own loo, telly, and bed, the problem is you don’t meet ANYBODY. in the dorms, you always meet people, some of whom end up being lifelong friends (in my case, some of my best friends are people i met in dorms while backpacking across europe).
so i was wandering around Cuzco for two days, pretty much keeping to myself, trying to explore the city, eat to keep my strength up, and find some graffiti and street art to keep my imagination occupied.
but really, i was just running in and out of doorways, trying to stay out of the rain.
one nice hotel clerk let me sit at the bar before it had even opened so i could come out of the rain. he was awfully nice. and i cowardly left when he was out of the room to avoid a lengthy goodbye.
incas are the first nations of peru and south america. their language is quechua. with the invasion, genocide, war, and slaughter of the conquistadors (aka the Spanish) in the 1400s, the incas were driven from their homes. now, although many incan descendants still speak Quechua, there is no employment or education available to them unless they speak Spanish. i didn’t learn this from my time in Peru, mind you. i pieced this information together from watching this scene in The Motorcycle Diaries.
llama and el paca’s rule like cows do in india. this one even has it’s own villa in the heart of cuzco. glass doors and shit.
oh you fancy, huh
i paid one sole for this photo. they all posed dutifully when i withdrew my camera and pointed it at them. then they bumrushed me for money. after years of travelling, i know this is the score. you can’t take photos of people without paying a little out of your pocket. it’s only fair.
nothing is free, and tourists shouldn’t balk at paying the small fee for a nice photo.
of course the scenery is lush and ornate. climbing the cobbled steps of cuzco isn’t really a chore if you’re in the spirit of things.
taking neurotic photos of myself is how i get in the spirt, i s’pose.
like many ancient cities that i have travelled to, the infrastructure is composed of ruins upon ruins. wreckage upon wreckage.
in the case of cuzco, it’s walls upon walls. that’s the original ancient Inca city wall that used to envelope the city. of course, they have built upon those walls now, but the originals still stand.
see the snake?
incans believed that animals represented the three states of existence.
the condor represented heaven
the puma represented life on earth
and the snake represented the underworld.
so i guess the incans built this section of the wall for satan? i’unno.
in my next post when i get to machu picchu, you’ll see how the condor manifests itself in its design.
puma coming up.
after years of backpacking and taking travel photos, i’ve learned that, especially in ancient cities, doorways are excellent for framing and centring your shots.
they draw the eye to the centre, they provide a classic frame, but most of all, they leave a sense of curiosity and wonder to the viewer. they catch of glimpse of what’s beyond the doorway, and it’s only a snippet of life. they want to see more of that life beyond the door. it makes them want to travel. doorways are interesting for a reason, they beckon.
try walking around amsterdam or warsaw or paris without stopping in some ancient doorway and finding yourself mesmerized.
see how they’ve built upon the ancient inca wall?
too bad there’s a canadian growing out of it now.
i did a city tour that day in cuzco, and was largely unimpressed by what they think tourists want to see.
they took us to a church called Qorikancha.
i kept thinking of Q’orianka Kilcher as a result.
she’s beautiful but her and colin farrell couldn’t actually kiss on camera in that film, otherwise it would have been considered child pornography.
Qorikancha used to be an Incan temple, but the christians destroyed most of it to build their dominican church in its place.
because Peru is subject to many severe, violent earthquakes, the christian architecture has crumbled upon itself several times over (much like its leotarded belief system), but the incan foundations have remained unblemished, virtually unmoved. they didn’t use any clays or epoxy resins to keep their bricks in place, instead they used an interlocking system between the stones.
earthquake proof, devised by the incans.
q’orianka kilcher, on the other hand, has done nothing noteworthy since.
doorways. see what i mean?
i think i ended up taking so many poxy photos of myself because i was bored of the church.
Lonely Planet guides are the worst for this. when you travel, they ONLY recommend churches and museums. after stuffing my gob with nothing but churches and museums around europe, i can unequivocally say that, “you seen one, you seen em all.” fuck that, i want to do ACTIVE things when i travel.
like last year in british columbia, when i did whitewater rafting, kayaking, zip-lining, bungee-jumping, and downhill mountain biking in just a few days.
or the inca trek that i was about to participate in.
i hate churches and i hate museums (for the most part. some museums that are specialized are uber sweet. like the Bata Shoe Museum, that’s pretty kickass. but i especially hate museums that are about christian history, it’s like i paid entry for archaeology and history, and instead wound up in a fucking church, which i hate to begin with….. you see my dilemma?)
the tour took me from Qorikancha to Sacsayhuaman, which are incan ruins in the mountains that cup Cuzco in their bellies. it was, for the most part, unimpressive. the views were great, and so was the rainbow that decided to arc over our heads right before the sky sagged and capsized with rain again.
remember how i said that the inca’s used the puma to represent life on earth? look at this above photo.
Posing like raging pompous idiot gives me an immense sense of self-satisfaction. i ruined yet another kodak moment.
i think i was trying to give the wink and the gun in this photo, but i was wearing thick woolly gloves which made the act in trying ludicrous, thusly resulting in my hysterics.
i call this “inca woman with baby in the mountains, as seen from inside a wet, muggy tour bus, taken with a shit digital camera bought in 2006 in berlin for €200″
the sky is painted like an ocean.
this is the only souvenir that i bought in the whole of Peru – a keychain of two Inca figures going to town on each other. a scene from an Incan Kama Sutra if you will.
this was the cleanest one i could find. some of the other keychains had them going doggy-style. another was of the woman doing a hand-stand, spread-eagle, while the man’s tongue was all up in her ladybits. at the same time, her head was bent backwards, contorted, to give him some oral loving.
those were some talented incans.
suffice it to say, buying the missionary position one was the least offensive but still hella-funny version that i could find.
next post: machu picchu, or how chrissy got her groove back.
home from Vancouver, walk in the front door, check my mail ….
and BLAMMO! suddenly everything is coming up Milhouse! (Simpsons quote)
I’ve been awarded a Toronto Arts Council grant for writers (level two)!
The last time the TAC graciously awarded me a grant was waaaay back in 2003!
huzzah! now i can actually focus on my novel without worrying where my next paycheque is coming from.
the universe owed me one. i’ve been taking many for the team lately.
i leave for Peru on tomorrow. i’ll be hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu with Karikuy, the Peruvian travel company who has generously awarded me this bucket-list-life-changing-mind-blowing-braingasm-see-it-before-you-die journey of a lifetime (i won this contest).
seeing as how i’ll be gone until october, i’ve scheduled some blog posts to go live while i’m gone.
i’ve been tinkering with what i like to call “tumblr-esque” images. i’ve taken old photographs of mine from my travels and adventures around the world, edited them, enhanced them, polished them, and added to them some of my favourite expressions, sayings, anecdotes, proverbs, and sometimes just my feelings.
if these prove popular, then they might become a regular occurrence on The Spadina Monologues. feedback is welcome!
but i know you’re all hankering for a Vancouver-graffiti spankerin.
i took almost 300 photos of Vancouver graffiti in just two days. the city is loaded with inspired and provocative artists.
on Main street near 7th avenue, “a society cannot fix a drug problem until it realizes no it is the cause of it.”
on a café window in the same location.
on carrall, in between hastings and cordova.
this piece on Cordova is a collaboration between Redrum AYS (the All You See crew) and Jerm IX, whose scrolls I have photographed before in the alleys of Toronto.
in the Cambie street alleyway in between Hastings and Cordova
this has a “planet of the apes” motif to me, and the artist has stenciled it elsewhere too in the alley.
here it is again, the two headed monster.
ryan told me that suu kye is actually a rather famous vancouver street artist.
it reminds me of classified photographs from the chinese government leaked to the press of the people they’ve executed.
dunno who this dude is, or why he’s taking photographs of himself, but the other street artists don’t like him.
they’ve tagged it, “this is not what you do for street cred.”
this prisoner makes my heart ache.
DJs are not rockstars, but the vinyls would make good discus instruments.
DJs are not angels either.
ZOMBWAY: eat flesh.
i think this one is probably my favourite piece of street art in all of vancouver.
this wheatpeaste of this martial arts dude is all over vancouver.
here it is again on smithe street.
alf as scarface.
i space invader you too.
i really wish more of these street artists put their names on these pieces. this particular wheatpaste is haunting and deserves a credit.
i love stickers. this is also by Jerm IX
ha! if this was toronto or new york or london, the tags would criticize the government. NOT VANCOUVER. everyone loves it there, and their mayor is one hottie-tottie.
dan winnick was killed last year, so they erected this memorial (the ghost bike below, and the stencil’d message above) for him.
on commercial drive
i don’t get it either, but i still love it.
silly costume break with ryan!!
annnnd we’re back.
who puts fish in their boots?
i want this engraved in my epitaph as opposed to words.
this was outside commerical drive station. i can’t believe someone chalked over this, it’s brilliant.
designated drug spot. reminds me of banksy’s designated riot area. well done.
looks like an asian immigrant lost amongst the city.
this was on granville.
“one her art?”
not sure i get it, but i like the image and the “let go” at either ends.
matched with the ‘seeded heart” above.
this is great, i can now just travel from city to city and document the local graffiti scene for this blog.
although most of my Peruvian extravaganza will be spent hiking up to Machu Picchu, i will have a day or two in Lima.
i’ll keep an eye out for some great graffiti!
finished packing, and I’m so excited for this adventure. I love strapping on a backpack and just disappearing into someone else’s world.
out of my comfort zone, pushed to my limits, exploring the world, but most of all, learning more about myself.
my body is a boat, and you are travelling in me.
TIFF is coming up, and I’ve been invited to so many advanced press screenings that I’m debating whether or not I should throw myself face-first into the fest like I did last year. Last year was amazing, I reviewed the festival for FOUR different media outlets, including the CBC. I met some amazing people in the industry, attended some hoity-toity parties, saw a record-breaking 35 films (including The King’s Speech, where I knew from the press screening that it would win the Oscar), and feasted on the visual stimuli flashing through a darkened cinema. Static flicking off the beams of light.
So why the debate?
Mama’s got a book to write.
* * *
sneak with me as i disappear into the back alleys. keep your feet pedaling, the bike leaves no footprint. the night will swallow us like a python, opening its mouth, and then holding its breath.
all the kids in the ghetto call me Don chris estima.
gauzed in red, the colour tearing through my flesh, this painted city belongs to me.
we discover art.
and you will know i was once here
by the looks thrown over my shoulder.
Rob introduced me to Poser, who does these smooth rabbits all over town. Now you won’t be able to walk around without noticing them. I love how the rabbits are holding spraypaint cans whilst almost saying “Eyyyyhhhh, sup gurrrrrl.”
that single BlogTO tweet sent my blog traffic batshit crazy through the roof, kiboshing all previous records. fanks hombres!
hello new munchkin readers! enjoy my neurotic blogjaculation.
relax, i’m hilarious.
now shut up and show me your tweets.
rob takes a decent graffiti snap.
rob and i snuck around the back alleys for about four hours, well past midnight. darkness creeping in on secrets.
first obvious target: graffiti alley, then up the ossington alleys, then through kensington market. i think our next destination should be the rail path which runs through the junction. i know there’s some amazing shit there, my camera is gagging for it.
does anybody else think this looks like a concentration camp?
zejko? that sounds yugoslavian . . . maybe serbian or croatian or bosnian. i wonder who this guy is.
political figure? martyr? writer? philosopher? just some dude?
andy warhol just rolled his eyes.
ha, i love this little gas-can fucker.
oh hello mr elliott. we meet again.
i’m surprised to still see some of the Andrew posters around, they’re quite old (in terms of street art shelf life), so this was a rare find. however, considering the way Andrew died, tagging the poster with a mouthful of blood and a speech bubble with “liberal lies” is rather upsetting.
what kind of tagger writes “liberal lies” anyway? i’m sorry, is Andrew’s tragic story offensive to your conservative graffiti ethos? fuck off with that shit.
my last post detailed some Tokyo tags, and now we know who he is. Rob found him on facebook, so we have a face with a (fake)name now. Sup guy.
i also recently blogged about the posters and stickers that have gone up around queen and spadina, commemorating the kettling and brutality that occurred last year during the G20 summit. the stickers say “our civil rights were lost here.” the posters show sombre photos of the attrocities done against peaceful toronto civilians.
the “tokyo” is almost gone. i wish rob ford was rubbing away too.
this headless frowner reminds me of our unhappy hipster run-in while rob and i took a break at 416 Snack Bar. some loud hipsters with massive, square, black-framed specs, and nostrils brimming with white coke, shouted at me from across the table to smile.
i turned into them and gave a fatal grimmace.
coked-up hipster goes, “that’s the worst smile i’ve ever seen. why won’t you smile for me?”
to which i leaned in and coo’d, “I’m not going to be your monkey.”
and at that, his balls crawled back up inside his body.
from what i can gather here, someone stenciled “supreme” then someone with a spray can tagged it into “supremely stupid” but they spelled “stupid” wrong…. studpid? stucpid?
this freaked the shit out of me, because in the darkness of the alley, you couldn’t see all those details. you could see a bit of the face. my flash revealed the bleeding ghost.
some daytime shots from the back alleys in parkdale.
is that elvis presley or chris cornell?
when horses are this lame, they shoot ‘em.
hi c-saw, i will respond to that question with this.
good call, speaking of bikes …
i’ve got more THE GOOD BIKE finds!
a basket filled with a potted plant, untouched!
AND it’s bolted to the ground. you ain’t stealing this, fuckfaces.
the photo of me at the top of this post is of me taking this photo….
wow, that’s so meta.
and the moral is: the easiest way to make guys lose their shit is to have yours together