Neither Angela or I had ever been to Canada before and at the end of last summer, bored of Boston and desperate to travel, we shipped up to Toronto. We spent our time exploring the city on our self-invented Scott Pilgrim Tour, hitting up the city's best bars, shops, and general hang-out spots that the comics highlight. Toronto is an incredible city with hidden gems up to the gills.
One of our favorite places to visit was Kensington Market, a small area of hippie shops and restaurants that we were just obsessed with. Green tea ice cream was eaten, bad purchases were made, and one of my favorite photographs from the trip was taken.
Angela and I were not about to pass up any shop we passed, but the one featured in the photo above alluded us. Mainly, because we could not fit in the door. She went in first and I followed her. I had never seen so much junk outside of my parent's basement. We maybe got five feet past the door before turning back, in fear of our lives. Still for the short time we spent here, the pictures stood out to me. I love the bright red of Angela's shopping bag and the texture of clutter surrounding her. And I really can't get enough of the pink guitar hanging out in the background.
I'd love to go back to Toronto and get some more photographs at this particular store, whose name I kick myself everyday for for not remembering. Now that I know this ridiculous place exists, I can go back prepared, camera and hard hat in tow.