Halloween, delayed.

For Halloween this year I last minute stuck a scarf on my head, blackened my eye, tossed some dreadful gold hoops through my ears and hobbled around with my hooked paw, claiming to be a gypsy pirate hybrid. I downed steaming hot cups of rum and headed for Modclub Orange, a night my friends put on at Blizzarts(Montreal).

The thing I love about Montreal is that no matter where you are, it's pretty easy to strike up a good conversation with a complete stranger. By good I mean, both parties are not desperately trying to impress the other/talk over the other and you actually feel like you've made a meaningful connection, learned something, made a new friend perhaps. Someone you'd give a little wave to if you were to pass them on the street. A little wave that says: We understood each other & we get it.

Situations I find to be rare these days.

My favorite costume was the monolith. I wish I would have caught it with my camera, swaying through the tiny entrance while the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari played all around us.