ADVENTURES IN THE SUN
Walking down St.Laurent, Montreal’s runway, you never know what to expect. Leaving who you’ll encounter, what you will witness and where you’ll end up to new level of random. I took a stroll down this said street today. Collecting photographs for a pseudo-article on a new Montreal graffiti artist, who learnt the hard way that getting up just ain’t that easy.
As I perused home, I passed a familiar stranger, who I often see on these Montreal streets, I gave him a Lion King inspired name Rafiki. Not based on any racial conations but just because he always wears a smile as he carries a wooden stick and he also looks as if he would have some interesting stories to tell. I creepily snapped a photo or two of him as he talked to some people on the street. I continued on my way home and saw my friends T&A come out of a clothing store. They were doing some research for a clothing company they are launching and were checking out local shops. A realized that my bike was busted and offered to help fix it.
Sidenote to the ladies, guys love to fix bikes, so if you’re feeling lonely bust your bike up a little and hang out at your nearest bike path. RESULTS WILL OCCOUR.
Anyways, as my bike was being fixed Rafiki walked towards us, I couldn’t help but say hello. We began chatting it up, he spewed proverbs and inspirational quotes. Which made it hard at times to concentrate. I decided to snap some shots as I zoned in and out of the conversation. In summary, he handed me his card which had no telephone number or e-mail.
Rather he had just his address, I felt a slight touch of old-school, like real old-school when phone’s didn’t even exist. He also was carrying a bag of photo albums, showing his memories of playing Othello and those who once meant something to him. He wished us well and carried on his path. After our conversation I hopped on T&A’s research train and hit up a Man-Friendly boutique, the hangers were clad with YSL swimming trunks, coconut scented Marc Jacobs perfume and a wild assortment of sneakers to satiate any shoe fetish. After we teased our mind with the idea of one day being loaded. We ended up hitting up a café, making it my third coffee in roughly 2 hours. A bounced to attend to some previous engagements as T and I soaked in the sun and pretended to be hanging out in Europe. We decided we were in need of an adventure so we headed to my house to drop off my stuff. I gave a quick tour and then we hit up the streets. Left turned into a right as we aimlessly roamed. We ended back on St.Laurent street, this time there were chicks in quilts giving away coupons to a near by pub. It turned out that the coupons were a straight $5.00 to get wherever we wanted. We suddenly had a destination. The place was nice, chatted it up with the bartender who was also appropriately attired in a quilt. He told us he had just flown in from Paris one hour ago and was now working. We ordered delicious fries that were accompanied by a curry sauce. We chatted and giggled and then A returned to show us his latest accomplishment, which was a remix to a fun 80’s track. The time came for us to part so I picked up my bike that is apparently useless for the moment and headed home. Et, voila here I am typing away random tangents from my mind as I blast a mix my home girl passed me.
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