//Crosswalk at Bay & Queen through a cafe window.
Today was filled with unexpected moments... both good and bad (and obnioxious, actually).
Like an impromptu meet-up at a Rosedale tea place that struck me as a perfect spot for next week's blogTO/NPost review. We ordered up panini and over-priced teas and a couple photos in, I'm told with a much-too-happy grin that there are NO photos allowed. Fine. Camera down. Review over. I sit down, a little thrown off, and get to chatting, take a couple photos of my friend's baby boy and then as she leaves, I turn to Georgia and raise my camera -- in our now daily portrait ritual -- after all, I came out to take photos. Just as she strikes a pose, I'm interrupted by:
"Actually, you can't take any photos."
Georgia looks up and replies, "Not even of EACH OTHER?"
"No sorry."
I mention that my initial reasoning had been to write up a review, to which the barista reasons back that they don't want any attention and aren't doing any "publicity" right now. She then asks for my card and says she'd give me a call when they are ready for me.
I had to fight back the urge to channel Alicia Silverstone and respond, "As IF."
A few hours and many kilometres later, I'm on my way home at 12:30am. Sitting on the streetcar, I'm listening to music with freshly broken headphones (another story!) and notice, in the corner of my eye, a guy, kicking back in a pair of seats, tapping his feet in the exact same rhythm I'm tapping. I pretend not to notice. He watches me and follows along til I'm gone and I remain genuinely surprised he didnt muster up the courage to say 'ello. Perhaps I was saying something very 'come hither' in Morse code.
NEWS: Join me TONIGHT at Brassaii (461 King St W) in Toronto for the opening of the Contact Photo Festival & the blogTO Constructed Image of Toronto exhibit.
2007-05-04 // Categories: [Black & White] [The Streets] [Toronto]
