We only had one cupcake and three miniature pies to split for dessert. We chopped them into tiny pieces and Ev passed them around the table.
"I drew a Squid because I find them gross. I want to fill a sink with Squid at work and sit in it for a photo."
During brunch Dylan mentioned that he and mike recently locked down some financing for their ZINE. Upon hearing this, Andrew exclaimed “I made a zine” and pulled out some wrinkled loose-leaf papers (pictured above). He handed them to me and described its contents “It’s everything DHS. Acronyms, hand-made drawings and funny jokes!”.
After Andrew cooked up his sausage & sauerkraut he exclaimed “it looks like horse shit mixed with hay”.
Not only did Andrew show up late, but he also brought the least brunch-friendly cuisine. Two bottles of Prosecco, blood sausage, sauerkraut and a steak.
This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to directing this wonderful actress. It takes a special kind of person to let you interrupt a dinner party to photograph them like this. If you don’t know Stef, then you are doing something very wrong. Get out there and see some local theatre Montrealers!
Take the time to really examine this gentleman’s attire. He has made some great choices. The glasses and cane bring to mind some of my favourite portraits of Biggie. When I got off the metro a woman followed and we shared the following conversation…
"Sir, like you I was also able to appreciate that man’s style…but you should have asked for his name."
"Ahh true, I should have!"
"I asked him for you."
"Oh did you?"
"His name is André Dion"
"I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you…"
"Dion..like the singer Celine Dion."
"Dion! Dion! Dion! Dion!"
"Oh thanks, I’m taking note of it right now.