Thursday, March 26, 2009
Mean Little Mama with the HCRG halo
I found out today on Facebook that the HCRG made WFTDA. That's to say that the Hamilton team, the Hammer City Roller Girls, are now an official Women's Flat Track Derby Association team. Essentially WFTDA (pronounced Woof-duh) is to roller derby like the NHL to hockey or the NFL to football.
This is the second Canadian team to have made it into the big leagues, so to speak, next to Montreal. Since both teams are outside of the states they're also international teams. Aren't we special.
As a side note the photo of Little Mama was taken in Buffalo back in January. I thought it was more interesting than that of a screen grab from facebook.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Going in for the kill
Somewhere into the 80s themed night of TORD fund raising for the team Chicks Ahoy! a bunch of us chipped $2 to enter a tit eating competition. Tit as in bird, why they introduced it by that name is rather obvious and it got a bunch of people coming forth with their twoonie.
The birds were lined up on several vertical strings with each vertical string space about 20 cm apart from one another and were hung from a horizontal clothes line with small carabiners. I started off as a participant with my hands (and camera) behind my back. I almost choked on the first marshmallow bird and while engaging the second found myself eating the hair of the girl contestant next to me. My carabiner slid next to hers and our bird strings got tangled up.
I opted out of the competition to take a photo of the guy on the other side of me. Tom Keunen was doing a great job of inhaling the birds, he even used his knee to help steady the stream of chicks into his mouth. Unfortunately someone else was quicker and Tom ended coming in second place.
Dust Bunny with all her peeps
The back of the Cadillac lounge (on Queen street west of Dufferin) was occupied by various booths. You could buy raffle tickets for various prizes, get a trucker hat for $10 with a custom image air brushed onto it, play some card guessing game, and even get your hair done eighties style, jumping into some 80s clothes and getting your photo taken. All of this submerged under a bunch of projected 80s music videos (ie. Tina turner, the Buggles, Wang Chung, Devo, Lionel Ritchie, Fine Young Cannibals, Madness, to name a few).
When the video DVDs ran out 80s music was pumped out via the CD player. Notably, the New Kids on the Block started to play and next thing I know girls were dancing on the benches singing and dancing with the NKOTB dance moves. It was crazy.
Mega Bouche dances to the New Kids on the Block "The Right Stuff"
As the party started to wind down around 2:15ish, the party like most roller derby parties moved from the Cadillac Lounge to one of the Derby Girl's apartments. More drinking, smoking, and hijinks ensued. I left around 5:10am, just before my TTC day pass would expire and managed to get on a bus at exactly 5:30am, the time of expiry. As I was leaving the girls were punching one another. That was followed by a beating up contest until one of them cried "uncle" or whatever the safe word was.
Just another normal night out with the roller girls.
Bambi watches the live wrestling
Toasted Montreal bagel with salmon.
With another fashion week over and under the belt, Max (the Fashion editor at Fab) and I met to go over the numerous photos from the week of fashion in Toronto. We met at MB co. A small perk to perusing photos on a laptop is to be able to do so in a nice light airy environment filled with good food.
I had the salmon and cream cheese on a bagel again. I could eat a slew of them. They're so yummy.
I'd been up all night sifting and copying photos over to my laptop's hard drive so I could port them this morning. After the meeting with Max, I went back home to take a much needed nap.
a yummy pecan tart
Friday, March 20, 2009
Fashion editor Barbie (circa 2001)
One of the most noticeable changes this season was that the ticket price for media went down from $100 to $75. I still think it sucks that we (as in the "we, the Press") have to pay for any event that "we" give coverage for. This is akin to getting an advertising agency to pay funds to the company it's advertising. The company not only gets advertising for free, it gets money from the advertiser without even having to mention the advertiser or acknowledge it's existence. After all it's not like I saw posters for FAB magazine all over LG fashion week. So what gives?
The usual comments that I've gotten because photographers complain about this in London (not only in Toronto) is that fashion week _____ (name a place) can charge press money because other fashion weeks around the world are charging press money. Does that make it fair? No. But it is a reality.
That said, having to pay $60 canadian dollars (approx - based on the exchange rate last year) to cover London fashion week compared to paying $75 in Toronto really upsets me. Even if it's not my money, it is definitely money taken out of the magazine's budget which could go to paying me or some other photographer.
I might have brought this up before but here's a comparison.
$60 in London gets you, the photographer...
- access to the photo pit at the different venues
- a photo lounge (just for photographers, no other media) with internet.
- lockers for your gear (provided you get there early)
- access to a Canon service desk for your camera (it's a Canon sponsored event after all)
- a bus (just for photographers, no other media) to take you to the different venues of which there are a lot more.
- water without having to compete with the rest of the media or people in general.
- access to food
- incredible lighting in the main tent on the catwalk (consistent color temperature, and light levels at every point of the catwalk thanks to Simon the lighting tech).
$75 in Toronto gets you, the photographer...
- access to the photo pit (maybe). Last year the photo pit for the secondary catwalk was so small only 12 photographers were allowed to shoot it based on knowing the FDCC main photographer. Positioning in the main photo pit is also determined by the FDCC photographer.
- water (if there's any available).
- kit kat chocolate bars (if any were available)
- okay lighting in the fashion tent (sockets under the models eyes depending on where on the catwalk they were standing, front corners were poorly lit). On the plus side the lighting was better this season.
The other interesting thing about Toronto fashion week is that there are no on-site washrooms in the main fashion tent. Depending on what time you need to go, you either go to City Hall (which is not available at night), the skating rink washroom (which is kind of sketchy for a big to do event), or across the street to the Sheridan Centre Hotel.
The lack of washrooms is also apparent in the Scotiabank Nuit Blance all night art event as well. Perhaps Torontonians don't have to pee.
Now that I've gotten this off my chest I would like to say that by the fifth day I was quite impressed by the volunteers bringing bottled water directly out to photographers in the photo pit. It's a small gesture but a very welcomed one. For most photographers, shooting fashion week, hours are long, the air is stale, and while a bunch of models parade up and down the catwalk the position you're crouched in resembles a shrimp. A hunched over and cramped shrimp.
To add to that it's usually dark and there's risk of a gas leak from some fellow photographer that might have eaten beans the day before. You can't move so you're forced to breathe it in and hope it dissipates quickly. If it's really bad thank the heavens (or your camera manufacturer) for giving you autofocus for when your eyes start watering. Yes, this is the glamorous life of a fashion week photographer.
At one point my legs felt like they weren't going to work any more as the blood either pooled in them or didn't get to them thanks to the yoga like positioning of the body (the shrimp position). The tingling, burning sensation of your leg or body part falling asleep would have to be ignored while shooting. I didn't want to spasm, move and wreck someone else's shot not to mention my own.
I was lucky. I didn't have someone's foot in my back or someone lying on me, at least not for the beginning of the week. Over the course of the week, three people fell on me, I fell on a person getting out of my spot (with a cramped tingly leg), four monopods whacked me (by accident, so they say), my hand got stepped on, and I managed to save a monopod from falling. Unfortunately while saving the monopod the photographer who owned it fell into another photographer. Well the equipment was saved! There could have been a $5000 piece of camera gear on that afterall... could have...
Okay on to the highlights...
As it's Barbie's 50th anniversary, there was a display in the fashion tent showcasing 70 various Barbie dolls, some Barbie shoes and Barbie furniture. They even had a Barbie fashion show (with real models) . Upon exiting the fashion tent you received a random Barbie doll.
the Lundstrom collection
One of the more elegant collections this year, if not a tad conservative, was the Lundstrom line.
The photo pit
If you thought Marilyn Denis was cool from listening to her on the CHUM morning show or watching her on city line, seeing her on the runway would hammer in that stereotype. While you could tell the audience was having a good time by the applause for each celebrity walking down the catwalk for the Heart Truth, it wasn't until Marilyn Denis came out in a Farley Chatto outfit with a finger in the air posing ala Saturday Night Fever and then started dancing down the catwalk to the Bee Gees "You should be Dancing" that the audience exploded. They started clapping to the music. You couldn't help but cheer her on as she pulled a few people out of the viewers area to dance with her.
As a photographer on the left side of the pit it caused real havoc. Getting photos of the outfits as half the catwalk was now blocked by dancing fools was impossible. Some days you get the photos and some days you don't. I felt bad for the guys that needed the photos to make money.
The middle day of the week and probably the busiest of Fashion week. Two designers, a break, then four of Toronto's biggest heavy hitters in a row, followed by some Love Show (what the heck is that?). Comrags, Andy The-Anh, Pink Tartan, and Joe Fresh.
It didn't take long for the photo pit to get cramped. Extra chairs were added to the side of the catwalk that started to encroach the photo pit area. The people in the audience could be compared to cattle squished into a small area inhumane spaces for mass production. In fact cows actually have more space than that of these people trying to get a glimpse of fashion.
The security were like the herding dogs trying to keep people out of the camera's line of sight. It was no small task. Photographers in the corner of the pit were getting stepped on. Camera gear knocked around. Stuffing that many people into the tent was not a great idea. I'm surprised it didn't flag some kind of fire hazard.
Some of the people couldn't even see from the back where they were. I saw a few storm out the emergency exit when they couldn't see anything of interest.
The Andy The-Anh collection
Andy's catwalk presentation was interesting in that the models were all over the place on the runway. They came in waves and as individuals. It was a nice change up from the standard one at a time sequence coming at you down the catwalk. Some photographers wait for the model to get to the end of the catwalk, stop and pose, to photograph them. This choreography messed them up a bit.
Andy The-Anh, the designer
After Pink Tartan and the Joe Fresh collection there was this Love Show on the schedule. None of the photographers knew what this was but we all stuck around to see it. We didn't have a choice. The love show started right after the Joe Fresh collection. I remember because I was in excruciating pain while people in the audience were given refreshments. Cramped into the position of a shrimp on one butt cheek made my ass sore. It seemed to take forever for Robin Kay to come out an address the audience and get on with it.
What followed was nice in theory but the results were not so great. A guy came out singing a Berry White tune which was then followed up by another singer and a church choir singing "All you need is love". The audience didn't seem to know what to do. Some of the choir women tried getting people up to dance. There was one incident where the person in the audience being pulled out of her chair didn't want to let go of her chair. In the end the choir person moved on to another guest leaving the one she pulled all flustered.
Jeanie Becker enjoys the Love show
Not everyone was a stiff in their chair. There were a few people that started to sing along near the end. Even Toronto Fashion icon Jeanie Becker seemed to be having a good time.
Finally the show was over, people were moving out and us photographers started crawling out of our spots to stand. It felt good to stretch the body and legs again. From the fashion tent to outside and then to the Brant House for the Calvin Klein show.
Calvin Klein catwalk at the Brant House
Due to the traffic in the fashion tent and the need to visit a washroom we didn't get to the Brant house until about 10:55pm. Five minutes before the scheduled show. It should be known that most fashion shows that take place at a pub or restaurant rarely start on time and this was no exception. That was great. We had time to settle in, get a drink, and strategically position ourselves for the oncoming catwalk.
While I'm not much of a clubber I would like to say that I really liked the DJ and his music selection that night. The overall atmosphere of the Brant house was a nice change of being couped up in the main tent's photo pit. The demographic consisted of people in their mid twenties, early thirties. For the most part well behaved and having fun. Very cool.
Stacey Mckenzie starts the line up for the all mens collection from Carlton Brown
The big surprise show was the Carlton Brown. Rumour had it that there would be some men's fashion in it and my fashion editor called me the night before to make sure I covered it. What we didn't know was that the whole collection was for men (with the exception of the first model). I have to admit that I really liked the catwalk attitude Stacey McKenize gave to us photographers. It really gave us something fun to shoot. Not just another lifeless fashion model that could have been replaced by a zombie. Oh no. No where close.
Next was the Ed Hardy show. People wearing swimsuits for autumn/winter? Sure why not, they were wearing head wear and scarves and the odd jacket after all. It could be winter hot tub wear after all. So okay, it was a lot of eye candy... a lot... for both sexes and the models were adorned wearing colourful bathing gear and studded jackets with designs to match your Ed Hardy cell phone bling.
Sara Duke of Ryerson U.
What looked to be a washout for men's wear for the day, based on reading the advance schedule, had a surprise in store for me. While shooting the clothing designed by Ryerson students mainly to reserve my shooting spot for future catwalks and to test shoot the lighting, one student, Sara Duke had made an all male clothing line. It showed potential.
On the saturday just after fashion week I showed these outfits to Max, the fashion editor at FAB, during our photo editing session. He was really impressed. So much so that he used one of the photos in the magazine (see photo above).
Sara Duke, if you're out there reading this. Congratulations and thanks for making my photographic day. If you want to read Max's writeup. It's FAB issue #369.
Friday, March 13, 2009
While it's not my usual habit to drink or drink and shoot, there is the odd occasion that I might give in and indulge. In this case it was a fund raiser for the HCRG and Jello shooters were being sold around the venue at $2 a cup.
While, yes, I'm that nice photographer that takes photos of the teams at games, practises and other social events, I'm also a proud card toting team member of sorts (okay I don't have a card) that is recognized by the HCRG (yes I can say I'm recognized without double thinking that) who wants the team and league to do well as well as have fun. Of course I'm going to support them by purchasing some jello shooters and spiked gummi worms (gummi worms that were soaking in vodka). It all sounded great at the time.
Perky skates the HCRG fund raiser
A few hours later, some worms and many jello shooters later (like maybe ten) I became a bit intoxicated. Not in the barfing into the porcelain toilet or sink kind of way (I did get those photos surprisingly) but more of the hit on a bunch of roller girls and fall asleep on the couch kind of way.
I know this because I was taking photos, apparently on automatic, recording the night events. Then at some point during the evening/morning someone picked up my camera to continue to take photos after and during my passing out. It's all a blur with three distinct memories sandwiched inbetween. Kissing a roller girl*, kissing another roller girl*, and spanking a third roller girl* to prove some kind of point to some other weak handed people that were trying to get some spanking in.
The spankee in question was telling one of the weak handed spankers (W.H.S.) "Is that all you've got? I barely felt that.". The W.H.S. motioned for me to try something and so I did. I remember the blood flowing out of my hand I hit so hard and yes she felt that one. After that I lost consciousness.
The next day I woke up hours after the sun had popped up and took the bus home. After sleeping all day sunday came around and I started going through the photos. It was an amazing discovery of a timeline I didn't know existed. While scanning the photos I thought "When did that happen?", "I kind of remember that", "Wow, I got away with that?" (and shortly there after the question "Am I going to pay for that on my next trip to Hamilton?").
Either way you've got to love the Hammer City Roller Girls.
* Photos of the roller girls in question have been withheld to protect their idenity and more importantly protect me. There's a small possiblity they don't remember that evening/morning as well.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Emmanuel enjoys some dim sum at Rol San
It was one of those days where I had a break in my busy schedule, I could meet up with friends and do some catching up. To be honest the last few months have been pretty slow (what with the playing of warcraft and all). Of course there's the time/money thing. If you have time (maybe because you're not working) you don't have money, if you have money (chances are you are working) you have no time. Especially doing freelance as you never know when the next job will knock on your door.
For the last two weeks my schedule has been packed with stuff to do for work. It's not really a shocker (for me at least) that the phone started ringing with people coming out of the woodwork. People I haven't talked to in a while. It's true, when it rains it pours.
I had already made plans for dim sum about a week ago but due to trying to leave my schedule open for work that was not finalized until yesterday, I had a hole in my schedule which was them promptly filled with an outing to the all you can eat Indian food place.
I was still full from the two hour eating session at Rol San but went to the Indian place as I hadn't seen Leona in a long time and ironically the last time I saw her was with Emmanuel. I sometimes wonder if things like this are some cosmic predetermined events that just fall into place. Nah.
Leona at Sidhartha.
The food and company were great. I waddled home and didn't eat anything for the next 24 hours.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Whitemen toothpaste, an actual brand
We met up at David and Zoe's to celebrate both Zoe and Darryl's birthday. One of Darryl's gifts was a tube of toothpaste. As it was a gift from Neil we thought it was some fake concoction that Neil had whipped up out of his overly creative brain. But no, upon closer inspection we realized that the box (and tube inside the box) were the real deal bought somewhere in China or maybe Taiwan.
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Monday, March 09, 2009
The vanilla dip donut
While waiting for Kate to see the Watchmen I walked into a nearby Tim Horton's to grab an Ice Cappacino. It was there that I notices these freakishly colourful donuts. I thought it was the month's special as St. Patrick's day is coming up. In the end they were just the vanilla dipped donuts that they sell on a regular basis.
I ordered one just for the heck of it. The sprinkles were sugary sweet making my teeth hurt. The donut tasted the same and I wasn't really sure where the vanilla dip came into the picture.
Perhaps next time I'll stick to the donuts that look like the mini tractor wheels, the boston creme, or the apple fritter.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Toasted Bagel with salmon, onions and cream cheese.
I had a meeting with Max, the fashion editor of FAB today at a place called MB co (short for Montreal Bread Company). Go to their web site it's pretty funky but the locations are a bit hard to read with all the graphics cluter.
The place is located in Yorkville, a ritzy part of town. The address is 100 Bloor street west, unit 7. The important thing to remember when looking for the location is that it's placed on the north side of the building. So if you're walking along Bloor, walk up Bellair and it's located just south of the "park" which is south of cumberland. It's hard not to miss as long as you're looking in the right direction (that being south).
The place has been there for four years I've been told. In those four years I've never looked in that direction specifically. To the north is one of my favorite sushi places (Sushi Inn).
MB co has a bunch of sandwiches right in front of the entrance. They all looked good, but the one that stood out for me was the toasted bagel with salmon. It was a Montreal style bagel!!! I couldn't past that up as I love montreal bagels.
I picked one up with a fizzy citrus drink. The total came to about $12.00. It's good to treat yourself every now and then and it was worth it. I never knew how much I missed eating Montreal bagels until that moment.
I ordered a second bagel (with salmon) to enjoy while waiting for Max. He was running a bit late thanks to daylight savings time. He showed up before the second bagel was put in front of me. Oh, and I also ordered this small blueberry custard tart (see below). It was also amazing.
Blueberry desert-type piece of goodness.
I'm going to have to go back to this place more often or go to Montreal. If you're in the neighborhood and want to treat yourself I recommend this place.