it might just be me, but…

harry reflects me
September 6, 2006, 7:12 pm
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harry reflects me, originally uploaded by karen lee hall.

perhaps this can be part of a series on hair. here’s my lovely Harry, with me reflected in his glasses. we’re sitting at a cafe in Escazu, a nice part of San Jose, Costa Rica… ah, I don’t know what else to add. This picture says it all.


pesto is the greatest summer food, ever
September 6, 2006, 7:01 pm
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(imagine this post was done weeks ago, when I was actually at home, making pesto from my garden…) the basil plants in my garden are huge and yesterday was the day to make pesto.basil1.jpgbasil2.jpg why? because these plants are so glorious, bountious, green. It’s impossible not to harvest and grind up into delicious, olive oily pesto.

the thing about making pesto is the smell of basil is so strong, a sweet pungent scent that fills the house as the leaves are being washed. it lingers for hours, making the whole house intoxicating — to me anyway.

I learned to make pesto years ago. It was before you could even find it in the stores. I was young, younger than now, and I was working as a director’s assistant. Not the ‘ help me cast, schedule, arrange meetings’ kind of assistant. no. this was the ‘help me with my laundry, pick up the new york times, keep me company at dinner’ type of assistant. but my boss did give me one thing — he introduced me to pesto. he did this by sending me out to buy the ingredients, mind you. and it was hard because, as i say, back in the day – pesto wasn’t the norm. I had to scour for the fresh leaves sometimes. luckily I lived in Toronto’s Italian neighborhood, and i could ask for basil specially – they understood my strange request.

so he showed me how, and I’ve made it ever since.

that job introduced me to pesto and my dear friend steve, so it was a good job.

keelan’s hair
August 24, 2006, 12:37 pm
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keelan’s hair, originally uploaded by karen lee hall.

I don’t know why I love this shot so much, but I do. His hair is so compelling, all crazy and textured under that hat. the beauty of the flash at dusk.

August 22, 2006, 1:43 am
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i think this is funny. just another alley jaunt moment

peeking, originally uploaded by karen lee hall.

August 21, 2006, 10:37 pm
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please check this out. i find this — the first of a series — one of the happiest 3 minutes i could hope to share with you.

softcity soft spot
August 17, 2006, 1:32 pm
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It might just be me, but — I love this stuffy of our CN Tower.

softcity soft spot, originally uploaded by karen lee hall.

alley jaunt 2006
August 17, 2006, 1:27 pm
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Some friends and I spent Saturday walking the alleys of west Toronto peering into garages filled with funny, wonderful surprises. Art for neighbors.

It was an absolutely glorious day, the kind of day that makes you glad to be alive. pure blue sky, sunny sunny sunny, 26 degrees – everyone was relaxed and smiling a lot. except maybe Oliver. He was hyper. But stil, hel smiled too.

Alley Jaunt, what is it? One weekend in the summer, people in a certain part of Toronto agree to let artists into their garages. Each artist has to explain their project to the garage owner. The garage owner kind of needs to agree to it. Then the garage is not cleared, cleaned, or otherwise changed by the owner. The artist walks in and does what they need to do to get their project set up. One person wrapped the entire garage in silver thermal blankets. She left little peep holes to view the contents within. Another person talked to the garage owner, convincing them to let him use their home movies. he made a peep show out of it.

then of course, there’s mr. nobody. a fixture as I understand it.

People who take the alleyjaunt get passports which get stamped by each artist — the stamps are as original as the art itself. You also get a lovely map. The path is marked with chalk and it takes you through alleys more than regular streets.

when I first moved to Toronto I discovered the alleys and this was, in fact, the way I chose to travel from place to place. of course the object was to see how far you could go without actually walking a regular street. I’d loved it then, and I still love it. life is intimate and lovely in the alleys of toronto. you’ll see lots more from them in future posts I’m sure.

if I can make it work, I’ll post some photos for you. oh, and after you check out the pix, you can check out the site they do it every year, so if you’re in Toronto in summer, come check it out.

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