Last October I played a little game with myself: each morning I would take the Ossington bus on my way to work and get off at Shaw Street and walk along Queen Street West, about 20 minutes to the office. The game was to find one image each day that would work in black and […]
First it was Bowie, dead at 69, now Alan Rickman. There are two ways of looking at this. One, 69 is a dangerous year. Two, the quota for 69 year-olds has been filled. I’m voting for the latter.