Posted 2008-02-23. Tags: canada, life, minimalist, montreal, squat, wank.
With a bike on my shoulder I'd head downstairs, maybe pass a few friends living in their converted corporate boardrooms then pedal into the traffic. I'd weave through cars, then jump onto the footpath to swerve the red lights. On the footpath I'd mow down obnoxious hordes of schools kids and cut off Mr Self Important Business man talking into his cyborg headset, splashing his starbucks all over another corporate droid next to him. They can fight it out and vent their frustrations on each other as I skid into the bakery for breakfast. I grab my croissants and roll to work, grinning ear to ear as the bakery smells waft from my backpack. Am I crazy for wanting this? I can't be the only one.
That lifestyle is at least a year away but I help maintain a lightweight state by giving away the extraneous shit I accumulate every couple of months. The bonus of these bimonthly cleanups is finding things I've forgotten about. I'd like to enter Exhibit A - 1 x roll of Fuji Fortia 50sp shot last July in Montreal, Canada.
For personal possessions I am a minimalist.
Ideally I'd be a squatter, owning a bike, camera and laptop; living on the top floor of some abandoned inner city building amidst by hustle and bustle in my insular sanctuary. Every evening I'd break another balustrade from the stairwell for the wood heater, pull the newspaper curtains across the window and climb into my sleeping bag. Each day would start with chai tea and a quick workout on the roof below glorious rent-free skies.
With a bike on my shoulder I'd head downstairs, maybe pass a few friends living in their converted corporate boardrooms then pedal into the traffic. I'd weave through cars, then jump onto the footpath to swerve the red lights. On the footpath I'd mow down obnoxious hordes of schools kids and cut off Mr Self Important Business man talking into his cyborg headset, splashing his starbucks all over another corporate droid next to him. They can fight it out and vent their frustrations on each other as I skid into the bakery for breakfast. I grab my croissants and roll to work, grinning ear to ear as the bakery smells waft from my backpack. Am I crazy for wanting this? I can't be the only one.
That lifestyle is at least a year away but I help maintain a lightweight state by giving away the extraneous shit I accumulate every couple of months. The bonus of these bimonthly cleanups is finding things I've forgotten about. I'd like to enter Exhibit A - 1 x roll of Fuji Fortia 50sp shot last July in Montreal, Canada.
4 Comment(s)
Ha, I almost lived like that a couple of years ago, and then they told me I couldn't wear jeans and trainers anymore. My shiny Hoffman is gathering dust instead of being ridden to destruction. I think they're trying to make _me_ into a corporate droid.
Thankfully though, the bakery hasn't deserted me. Tomorrow is Double Cake Monday, which means I get to be sneered at by the fat bastards in the queue when I ask for the creme slice _and_ a chocalate eclair. Fuck you, fatties!
2008-02-24 11:06:34 #1
snpl
Impressive, you'll have to elaborate on it sometime. What hoffman you got? I had an SBC Shorty decked out with Hoffman bars and Super Pro rims. We'd meet every sunday to roam the city getting chased by security guards and hassled by cops. What I wouldn't give for those lazy days in the sun busting skids, feebles and funky chickens.
2008-03-02 04:32:47 #2
dsankt
Isn't film just like Christmas! I like it when you find a roll and don't have a clue what's on it. Then take it in and get it processed and scanned for a look see.
Instant replay! "Those shots I thought I'd lost!" ... Then you think ... "jeeze these even came out okay too!"
I just dev'd a 2 year old roll of B/W I shot of a long gone junkyard full of old 1940 - 1970's cars, steam shovels, streetcars, fire engines, and a personnel carrier. I'm grinning ;- )
2008-03-13 22:27:20 #3
jannx aka jannx
i normally hate blogs but this one has great gritty urban feel which i love. keep it up.
2008-03-27 14:23:31 #4