Osheaga Recap

I just sent in another draft of my thesis. If this one doesn't cut it, I may have to stab myself with something. Entirely with frustration, not grief. This pack of 40 odd pages of drivel is slowly driving me nuts...

Moving on!

Osheaga was awesome! I managed not to get sunburned and got some shopping and museuming into the weekend. Complete success. Picture time! And a super heavy picture post for the bonus.

First, the festival. The weather held out for us until Sunday afternoon. I had packed my rain jacket and umbrella, which sadly didn't do much for the mud that ran all the way up to my thighs by the end of the day. It was like Glastonbury North (I'm going on what other people tell me about Glastonbury, having never been). I barely took any pictures since I was rocking out most of the time. Highlights were definitely Florance + the Machine and Metric, especially the lullaby acoustic version of Gimme Sympathy. Amazing.

 Fuzzy Florence!! She doesn't hold still much.

Snoop Lion made an appearance.

 Osheaga Hill.

Little muddy after the rain...

M83, very late at night.

As per usual with vacations like this, the much better photos of the festival were taken by my friend Rob, who got a press pass this year and was able to bring the good camera. Check him out, but don't steal his photos, on his flickr feed.

Museum time!

The McCord, one of my favorites.

 The Mary Pickford exhibition, that was actually in Toronto at the TIFF, but I completely missed it due to school. It features posters, playbills, artifacts, costumes and several clips from her movies in a telling of her life, before, during and after the screen.

Moose. And some trees.

And then there this place. The Little Shop was fairly unassuming as I came around the corner from the Metro. But holy crap the inside...

It... just kept going! Vintage and antiques as far as the eye can see! That first picture is from inside the bathroom. You have to push through a lot of stuff to get there, but there is a working bathroom. A stuffed first floor, crammed basement and an overflowing top floor has been under the watchful eye of Jill, the Little Shop's owner, who will get you to sit down for some teas and cookies after your purchase. I think I was still in shock of much of a handle she had on everything in there. A stylist came in while I was there looking for specific material, and Jill found it for him in a second. The Little Shop is open Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, from 2-5pm on those days. Exclusive much?

I lucked out with a dress, a walrus broach made of either bone or ivory (not sure which), and Fred. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him, but he had to come back to Toronto with me. I don't think he liked the suitcase very much, but my options weren't great for return travel.


 And this is the only food I took a picture of. I kind of suck at this. Bite Me. We were hungry.

And this is Rob and girlfriend being cutesy with their PDA. Just makes you want to barf in the corner doesn't it? I love you guys.