ah who cares you always end up in the city

this was my apartment after a semi manic decision to throw out or donate everything in my apartment not classified as 'furniture'. this was even before i went through my clothes so you can imagine how much there was. 
this was all i kept of my personal belongings. the new subletter arrived today from paris and i hope she enjoys my apartment just as much as i have. when you judge your belongings on how willing you are to carry them around for a few months all of the sudden things seem to mean less to me. it feels good to pair down. 
dinner in little italy with melisma at utopia. my favorite resto in the whole city. next mission: wake up get coffee take pictures.

ohhhh look how pretentious i can be

dc: which head did you say you wanted again? this nice peach asian one?

 i lived in my apartment down the street and walked by this 'store' almost everyday and never once was it open. the 'sell' lots of ugly things.  
or possibly the one that was stabbed by the pink triangle?
or maybe forget the head, go for the hand in the basket. 
art gallery? doctors office? whale hunting?
true story. also the craziest coffee lady you have ever met. 
dear vesta lunch, your menu needs work. a real poutine is NOT ripped up cheese slices on fries. 
pahaha. i was taking this picture and the man came out and made me promise next time i needed a hair cut i would come in. yeahhhhhhh right. 
the infamous KOS
oh look more pretentious pictures. 

thats it kids. no more toronto for a couple months. i will miss it but it will be good to come back and appreciate its wonderfulness again.