Waiting outside the Black Market clothing store on Queen West. Somehow, I don't think that he's in the typical demographic profile for the store - but I love how he's wearing complementary colors for the signage behind him.
Do you think that he feels more real when he lights up? More solid? I never smoked, but I imagine that taking that first puff on a newly lit cigarette makes you feel more solid, more you.
Taking a break on Queen Street at University Ave. I have to admit, I periodically get a craving for "street meat" and head out to the seller near my work. It's terrible for me, I know, but there's something very "downtown" about this meal to me. Apparently, I'm not the only one that thinks that. They do seem to be enjoying their meal, don't they?
I found these, sitting on the sidewalk on my way to work, and my mind immediately filled with questions. Where did these come from? How long were they here? How did they get flattened? So many questions, from such a simple thing.
They are there, every sunny day in the summer. Eating around the memorial at Univeristy and Dundas. It's a nice little spot of green and shade in the middle of the road, and it's got to be an interesting eating experience, to be sitting there, watching people go by, watching the cars go by on either side. It's not the most unusual place to eat, I'm sure, but it's a little weird.