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  1. I like railroads and bonfires as much as any hipster (…) but I’m not so keen on fetishizing poverty. Hobo railroad party? Seriously?

  2. There WERE real hobos there. Look harder…

    Observe the hobo in its natural habitat, leaping by palette-fed firelight. Inebriation and subsequent song singing are usual activities of these specimens, who are nursed from the teat of man’s underbelly.

    But speaking of fetishizing, anyone there see that broad in the lingerie get-up? Shit, someone put a leash on her.

  3. Emily – i didn’t mean to imply that there were no hobos there. Just a healthy mix…

    Sarah – I wouldn’t define a hobo by his or her poverty. Like people from any walk of life, there’s more to wandering, train-hoppin, hitchhikkin folk than the pennies in their pockets (or lack thereof). I’ve met street people in my travels and more recently as a volunteer for Dans la Rue and I have found that sometimes their lives are bound by poverty (not to mention mentall illness, abuse, and addiction), and sometimes this is not the case.

    I think the spirit of this gathering was to appreciate something that IS associated with hobo lifestyle: appropriating a little, unclaimed corner of the city to come together and get warm and wild and maybe even a little inspired…

    And if you don’t think that hobos are much for inspiration, check out the Festival de l’expression de la rue which happens every Augus in Montreal:

  4. I was at this bonfire, and there was another person with a camera. Do you know how I can find these pictures, Alanah?

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