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My official excuse is that I'm knackered.
My unofficial excuse is that things look colourless compared to Final Fantasy. I wonder how long this will affect me? Is there life after FF? And how built up is FF in your, the reader's, mind now?
My other is that I've spent too much money today despite not going to any shows. I've spent the entire day at the Puces Pop, browsing and throwing money at the handmade arts & crafts to take home with me. There were some diamonds there, and I'll be returning tomorrow to comb through it again for the upteenth time... for Paige.
Montreal is raining and chill today.
The Puces Pop at around 2 PM (started at 1).
Jesse and Gill among the indie kids. Jesse told me Florida is even more indie, despite warmer climates. "I can't stand it," he says, wearing aviators perched on his head. He looks a lot like a pilot, doesn't he?Gill told me an interesting thing today: Montreal boys don't talk to girls; the girls have to talk to them. These boys think they're so cool, but "they just look so-so and dirty." This explains everything. Since my stay here, I've been approached exclusively by old men and construction workers. Until today, when a short black man ran across the road to chat me up for a myspace address. At shows I see lots of couples, but mostly it's the girl who does the talking, the holding of hands, the kissing, the groping, the embracing. The boy is usually looking away or just following the lead. Here is one example at the above Puce Pop... I had thought this boy cute, but out of nowhere came this girl. Observe their body language:
I rest my case.Now on to the spoils of war. First, the $8 (yes, everything was expensive. Because everything is hand made; these are not plain typewriter pieces with a pin stuck behind 'em!) badges from my favourite booth (I went back on three occasions):
The cufflinks.
A close second:
It's a card with moveable joints to the top right, their card bottom right, a T-shirt with a huge tag top left. The shirt was a bargain, the softest cotton slim-fit types I like, and I want more tomorrow.
Unmentionables (spoon and fork print with lace) and a dress perfect with my purple tights:
This is their maker who said I was cute and asked me to model for her website:
No, I did not sleep with her.She's from Brooklyn. Moved here before Pop.
Is Montreal better?
Buttons:
The top button reads thus: 1" stories: I told him that I loved him. And then later, I think I might have meant it. THE END.A 'friperie' is a thrift store.
Du Parc is the long street I am staying at.
Really detailed T-shirt. The bird and things are all handstitched on.
A fun card.
A hairband for my sister.That's literally a card. On the back is the seller's information stickered on. No queen! Sorry to disappoint.
After all this, there was a fashion show. Jesse and I both agreed the first designer out of the six was the best, and she of course received the prize. Everything else was updated American Apparel or aerobics gear. No taste.
Afterward, I discovered Jesse had waited for me. We both headed back to the house but it was so cold, Jesse forced me into a taxi and back at the house, he was supposed to get his bag and everything back, but instead, stayed and gave me a one audience show! He played at Pop last year and will play tomorrow at Puces and play at Pop again next year. After the first song, I asked him to play his favourites, and he did about four in chronological order. Now, with a cold belgian waffle in my hand, it's almost 12. Islands should be playing in a few minutes on the main. But I'm fine with that. I've finally made a friend.
