Feb 09
I bought this at the Ex for forty dollars, I think. Toronto readers know what the Ex is – it’s the end of summer. But for my American readers, it’s basically a parking lot full of white trash, dangerous rides and rigged games. Sort of like your White House. But there’s an international pavilion where they sell weird shit for cheap. I think this was from Indonesia.
I, for one, was surprised to learn that they make more than Nikes there.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
2 comments
Anonymous
February 11, 2007 at 9:05 am (UTC -5)
Your ceiling makes me want to pee.
Ryan Oakley
February 11, 2007 at 2:26 pm (UTC -5)
Why?