I'd been wanting to try free hand spray painting for a long time, so when I heard about this abandoned water park near Barcelona and came up with a really simple idea at the same time, I jumped on it. Free hand is hard. I would need a lot of practice to get any good at it. Paint brushes are looking pretty good about now. I was too embarrassed to take any close up pictures but in retrospect I regret it now.
I was lucky enough to know out about the best, most entertaining night of Carnival in all of Cataluyna. In a small town called Torello, 86km from Barcelona, they have a unique night of Carnival where all the guys from the surrounding area dress up as girls. It's called Senyoretes. Spanish guys love dressing up as girls, so it was good. Really good.
My first roll of Holga photos turned out to be mostly a failure. These are pretty much the only barely usable photos that came out of a 36 exposure roll of self-roll, colour single perforated really old film. Everything was underexposed cuz the film was only 160 ISO and the Holga shoots at a pretty small aperature of 8 or 11. I kind like them but hopefully I'll have better and more results with a higher speed film next round. Holga cameras are a cheap Chinese camera made entirely out of plastic, the lens too. They are famous for having light leaks and doing unexpected things.
Me and Darryl at his studio.
I think this is little Mieke in the greenhouse at Concordia.
I conducted a little photographic social experiment in the Montreal Metro. I call it the Law of Maximum Displacement. Strangers always space themselves as far away from each other as they can, neatly demonstrated by platform benches. I think it's really weird and bizzarre how predictable it is. A fun game is to look at these pictures and figure out the order in which the people sat. Comment the order you predict and let's see if 'everyone' guesses the same thing. You can't do it for all of them but some of them are strangely obvious.
When I was living in Buenos Aires, at least once a week there would be garbage strikes, noticeable by heaping piles of garbage on all the street corners. If the garbage sits for any period of time it get ravaged by the thousands of poor people in the city and scatters all over the place. An agreement must always be reached super fast though, because the garbage is always cleaned up later that day or the next morning. By contrast, it was very interesting to see how a developed country dealt with a similar problem. If you were to transport the Toronto garbage strike to Buenos Aires, it would probably be the neatest, cleanest thing in the city. It was crazy that Christie pits was chosen as a garbage deposit site because it's pretty much down town. It was so incredibly contained and so comparably hygienic; it didn't even smell that bad. Apparently they sprayed Lysol all over the rink every afternoon. I may be desensitized from traveling around developing countries so much, but I swear, if it wasn't for seeing Christie Pits, I don't think I would have registered that there was a garbage strike in Toronto.
I like how you can see the yellow city of Toronto tape.
A flattened dessicated mouse to add to my dessicated animal collection!
These saussage things apparently are to soak up the garbage juice.
The least sanitary thing they probably did was leave that net in there.
''Weather permitting this rink will open on Dec 8'' I think the weather is the last thing they should be worrying about.
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