This marks my third year shooting for TIFF. We're only into day 4, and I'm a bit tired, but it's been a ride shooting so far -- from Cary Elwes making his return as Westley to a Skype date with Malala, to breathing the same air as Matt Damon. The big opening weekend is almost over, and I'm hoping I'll be able to get a little more sleep soon. Until then, I will continue clickin'...
It was slightly chilly for a spring night, but I'm just happy that I'm back on my bike again and out to explore. But question: why the hell do we have two sports teams with the same name? I think it's doing the baseball club more damage than good.
I don't do many weddings at all, but when the couple is fun and has a good sense of humour, I'm game. I really lucked out with David and Ameeta, here.
And really, this wasn't a big chore: I'm easily swayed by bright colours, cultural traditions, and non-stop Indian food, so this one hit all the high notes: all weddings should be Indian weddings, really. As a big bonus, they're one of the easiest places to get enthusiastic guests out on the dance floor without pulling teeth (or shoving bottles of wine down someone's throat).
I've been the Drake's official photographer for almost four years now, and I assure you there's never been a dull moment swirling around the Hotel's West Queen West digs. Today is no different with Drake One Fifty's official launch, a slick new restaurant/bar nestled in the Financial District, sure to pump some serious spice into its new 'hood.
I don't know about you, but downtown business lunches will never, ever be the same.
Drake One Fifty, 150 York Street.