I’ve called this one “Because, William Shatner” because the woman on the street is striking a similar pose to the cardboard cutout of William Shatner in his Captain Kirk uniform in the second story window. Which is there for no apparent reason beyond the fact that William Shatner is Canadian. And the jerk in the BMW seemed to think it was ok to park on the sidewalk underneath the Captain Kirk cutout, despite the no parking sign on the pole. Because, William Shatner… you see where this is going.
Across the street from the watchful gaze of the Cardboard Kirk, stands this sculpture. The first time I saw it, back in June, I thought it was an ice cream cone that had been dropped on its head. This time, I saw the tape measure embedded in the sidewalk and the signs proclaiming the area “Toronto’s Fashion District”, and I realized it is a thimble. But I still think whatever it’s sitting on looks nothing like anything relating to fashion, sewing, fabric, or otherwise so much as a stack of smashed ice cream scoops. Or maybe weird Italian cookies.
The aforementioned stylized tape measure, embedded in the sidewalk. I tried to capture the sparkly gold glitter in the tape measure, but it didn’t quite work – the glitter tends to record too bright and washes out.
And over on King Street again, we have the For Your Eyes Only “Gentlemen’s” club, aka titty bar. At least they’re showing their civic pride with the skyline emblazoned on their front doors in steel cutouts.