It’s the 12 hour, 7pm to 7am (or shall I say 6:59, like all the posters. 7 is just too mainstream) downtown contemporary art extravaganza. Yonge street is shut down and the TTC runs all night. People flood the city by the hundreds of thousands to take in the various exhibits spread throughout the core.
This was my first year. It was one of those “meh, I’ll see it next time” things, like the Toronto International Film Festival…which I still haven’t made it to.
Here are some semi-decent pictures I managed to take last night before my hands froze off.
It was damn cold. I spent last weekend at work wearing capris and a t-shirt. This weekend, people have been bringing out the old wintercoats, hats, gloves, and boots…and for good reason. It was about 8 degrees celsius last night, according to the trusty iPhone. For some reason, I decided flats would be a good idea. Not just any flats, Wal-Mart flats. I fear I’ve done permanent damage to my feet.
We luckily got the last subway that went past Woodbine…and wound up getting stranded at Warden station because apparently the bus terminal doesn’t operate at night…even though the subway does? The whole wait for a ride and drive home, we didn’t see one 16 bus. 24 hour service? Lies, I tell you!
It would have been nice to have the exhibits in more obvious locations. A lot were down back alleys and easily missed if your Nuit Blanche strategy was nothing more than just plain old “walking around until you find something good.” Guilty. Next year, we will plan better.
And, next year, I will bring some damn boots!