that drag’s got swagger…
tattoos and wigs
Another shot from a night out last week. I had to be patient for this one…
Awake. After an evening on the street with my camera, I always have a small case of insomnia. Maybe it’s something about having looked around, attentive for many hours, that does not let my mind rest easily. I started the evening in my neighborhood with a large street sale on Plaza St -Hubert. Of all the places people congregate to shop in Montreal , this has probably the most divers clash of cultures. From bras to wedding dresses and shoes to wigs, you can have it all, on the street and for a good price. After a few photos and some street food, I headed into the metro to make my way downtown.
The next stop was pride week, filled with the village crowed and a nice show of drag queens. The dancing and lip sinking of old pop songs while showing off curves and colorful faces, made for a few more snaps. I walked around the village for a while, trying to put together some shots without much success. I checked twitter for a #manifencours and saw a gathering. Within a couple minutes, a classroom sized crowed of carré rouge protestors, ranging from ages seven to seventy marched through the village.
A few blocks later, I headed into a bookstore an picked up a photo book on Robert Capa. I crossed the street to a small café and settled in under a light. Capa is my favorite of the 30’s to 50’s range. I love the emotion he can show while maintaining the context of the environment. His photos are striking.
I walked out of the café preparing to head home. In the distance I saw small pops of light towards Place des Arts , so I followed the scent. As I got closer, the music was felt and became louder. Baseball sized bubbles flew high over my head.
I came upon a few thousand people having dinner outside on the Place des Arts, all dressed up, in pure white, drinking, dancing, a party. I walked around, in and out of tables taking photos, more obvious than a wedding crasher, but without the disapproving glares. Someone yelled at me above the music. With an drunken bottle of wine through his vocal intonation, he explained that this was a “flash-mob, ‘Diner en Blanc’”, and that I should grab a drink. I stayed and let the shutter lose.
I love this city, summer is winding down but the vibe is still strong. And now awake, late, I write this blog post in my head.
looking very chill while getting very wet…
A student protestor tries to share his casserole with a police officer. It’s the 13th of August, an election looms and protests have been promised to resume…
Osheaga - the third day of music, a little nap time…
Osheaga - wet…
Osheaga…
went to Osheaga, a three day music festival in Montreal…
needs.
the leash
waiting for the bus
legs.
In my neighborhood… I’ve been reading the Magnum contact sheets book lately, wow! Every page is a treasure!
