A few weeks ago my bicycle mysteriously disappeared. I can’t explain what happened – one moment it was locked to a parking metre, and the next…gone forever. As a result, after the skytrain shuts down for the night, the only financially feasible transportation option is my feet, my shoes and the street. A couple nights this week I stayed up way too late at my studio space, drinking red bull, reading BAD IDEA and brushing up on modern Vietnamese social history. The space I rent is on Main, and I live in the west end, so the quickest route home is via Chinatown and the DTES. The last trip back I strapped up with my trusty D80 and snapped some portraits of all the interesting characters that always make the 4am trek home so colourful and stimulating.
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Nicely done, I’m digging the night flash series. The results are awesome for a a dude I thought was averse to using a flash. Fresh!
Comment by The Aesthetic Poetic July 30, 2008 @ 8:11 amPS. Bad Idea is sick.
Comment by The Aesthetic Poetic July 30, 2008 @ 8:12 am