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A quiet crowd had gathered. The curious pedestrians chose to walk in slow circles around the pole, not wanting to resume their hurried quests for warmth until they'd seen all of the engravings.
"What do you think they mean?" a woman asked her companion as they huddled together and continued down the sidewalk.
Don't call, I repeat, don't call police tips or civil defense
I didn't cry, I didn't laff, I got strong…till I crashed
Victor, born nineteen forty, died nineteen eighty-five.
I loved you
Six pieces of Rocky Dobey's art are bolted to the post at the northeast corner of St. Stephen's-Of-The-Fields Church on ...
The thought of sewers and storm drains tends to bring to mind dark, damp places that provide necessary functions we're grateful for, but would rather not ponder on too long. But what remain obscure bowels to us are places of wonder to Michael Cook, who, along with a handful of other storm drain enthusiasts, chronicles his subterranean expeditions into the urban underground on Vanishingpoint.ca.
His first storm drain exploration was four years ago in Burlington, and he recalls "the experience of being underground in a dark, wet environment was really, really exciting." As with most urban explorers, part of the excitement ...
After the shops have closed on Mondays and Thursdays, and before the garbage trucks arrive, the graffiti-covered storefronts of Kensington Market take on a cartoonish Technicolor. A different marketplace emerges under the sodium vapour lights, one that blurs the divisions between food and garbage, and invites us to use our public space the way raccoons use theirs. In a clandestine escapade that's part midnight feast and part timid slow-dance, a coterie of dumpster divers comes out to scour green bins for food thrown out before its time. Kensington Market becomes a gourmet restaurant where the price of a meal is ...
I know a two-year-old who recently took advantage of her grandfather's nap to colour his pants and the couch he was sleeping on in crayon rainbows. He was supposed to be watching her; instead she coloured him in.
The installation last spring of 1330 shoebox-sized LEDs (light-emitting diodes) on the CN Tower gives every Torontonian the right to indulge in that two-year-old's transgressive impulse. The tower is a panopticon, a widely visible state building that symbolically gives citizens the impression of being watched, but they stare right back and can now colour it in 16.7 million non-permanent colours.
The energy-efficient LEDs by ...
