Bone Dump and Nuit Blanche
Last night was Nuit Blanche, when many of the streets in downtown Toronto are turned into living art exhibits. It runs from dusk (6:59 pm to be exact) till dawn.
Yetch and I got an early start since I didn't think I'd be able to stay up late (I'd been working all day, and recovering from a nasty week of migraines and cold viruses) .
We actually didn't get home until 3 am, but that was more due to having to wait for a subway train that was actually in service (we had three go by that weren't picking people up. Thanks for extending hours, TTC. I could've caught the bus faster. Or walked).
There seemed to be less art exhibits this year, which is a shame, because it's such a big night in the city and it's one of those things that defines who we are (to me, anyway). Hundreds of thousands of people, all walking around in the middle of the night, pointing and smiling at the sights. Even when the throngs of bar-goers come out, you generally don't see any scuffles along the art routes (there was a LOT more drinking happening last night than previous years. That and the prevalent waft of pot that hit you every five minutes. I joked with Yetch that if any tourists are visiting, they'll go home telling everyone that in Toronto, everyone just walks down the street getting high) .
Highlights of the evening included the first site we visited (pictured left) entitled Bone Dump. It was a pile of hand sculpted bones dumped in an alley in the city's financial district.
I also was pleased to partake in my first Pumpkin spiced latte of the season.
October is officially here. Callooh! Callay!
And about time, too.
(If you'd like to see some more images of the evening, blogTO has posted some)