Toronto, spring 2013.
London, summer 2012.
Above is Barton St, where Mrs. Dalloway was said to have lived.
Below is a child fallen in the doorway of a tube station, the name of which is forgotten.
London, summer 2012.
This family came up to me in St. James’ Park and insisted they take their photo with me. Did they mistake me for a famous person, or was I simply the first Asian they’ve ever seen? Either way I told them they weren’t leaving until I had their photo too. They seem to like peace.
London, summer 2012.
Everyone was looking at the little red soldiers marching, but it’s Scotland Yard that has the real muscle.
I did a Mrs. Dalloway walk that day, starting in Westminster Abbey and ending up on Bond. I didn’t buy flowers, but I bought shoes. It rained.
Paris, near La Bibliothèque nationale, a drunk man got angry at me for taking his picture.
Le Quartier latin and its diners.
Us, enjoying an early cafe au lait.
Paris, summer 2013.
A true Dubliner. Dublin, summer 2012.
Rainbow Cinemas, Toronto. Summer 2012.
Toronto, Eaton Centre, Queen St entrance. Summer 2012.
Trinity-Bellwoods, Toronto. Summer 2012.
Winter, Toronto, 2013.
“Pull down your pants. A little more.”
Winter, Toronto, 2013.
Supermarket dreams II
Supermarket dreams
Milton, ON. Spring 2012.
Toronto, spring 2012
Toronto, spring 2012.
