projections on a building, with laura and joe discussing the wonders of change in the background.
nuit blanche, 2012.
projections on a building, with laura and joe discussing the wonders of change in the background.
nuit blanche, 2012.
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this fantastic mess.
dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.
projections on a building, with laura and joe discussing the wonders of change in the background.
nuit blanche, 2012.
projections on a building, with laura and joe discussing the wonders of change in the background.
nuit blanche, 2012.
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above: snapshots of saturday night.
being in toronto was great and refreshing, as per usual, but by the time saturday came rolling on in, i was kind of itching to get back to montreal.
my vodka leaked on the bus ride over, but thankfully the bag only carried paints – no damage done. but still, what a waste of vodka. and all the while i’d been wondering why people were staring at me so weirdly – the smell probably lead them all to think i was a raging alcoholic.
i arrived in montreal at about nine o’clock, dropped off my bags and instinctively came up with ways to replace my lost alcohol.
i decided to pay wusky a visit and reclaim the bottle of absolute i’d left in his room during the break – alcohol and greetings – two birds, one stone.
and then i met up with laura and jasper, who welcomed me back with a supremely emphatic embrace.
we hit up a party that was going on in one of the rooms – the joys of life in residence – before heading over to chuck’s place to become further intoxicated.
jasper was rolling soon enough and the room filled with all kinds of smoke.
and when we were good and ready – and by that, i mean having difficulty walking – we made are way out and about to place des arts, and the heart of downtown montreal, where all of the hubub was apparently going on.
we saw art.
rooms full of body parts and nightmares, paintings and sculptors and all different kinds of people.
we roamed and we roamed and we roamed
and then we met up with laura’s friend joe.
after a while things began dying down and we headed home, but the melodic tune of “ain’t no mountain high enough” siren called us into a bar for one last hurrah.
we danced for all of about twenty minutes before finally heading home and to bed.
it was pretty wonderful for my first night back.