black tuesday

Merry Valentine's Day, folks. To celebrate, I'm treating you to the sight of a pair of pink "bloomers" that Paul (not scarf hero Paul of several posts back, but my next-desk neighbour and Real Swell Guy Paul) directed me to yesterday. He discovered them lying against a streetcar island on Spadina in the pre-sunlight morning, where -- what luck! -- they still reclined when I popped out to photograph them in the fading afternoon.

From my sidewalk vantage point:














And now, the much-vaunted close-up, for which, like a true photojournalist, I had to brave a phalanx of approaching cars to snap (I warn you, Dad, this gets risqué):

Look closely enough, and you'll see not only gravel pooling in the folds of the fabric, but also the word "Hanes" printed naïvely on the band. It's just that the underwear had no idea that this curbside would be their eventual destination, y'know?

Gotta make a lunch.