Uncovering the reflections.

Snowy day, downtown Toronto.

A touch of Paris.

Our reflection leaves its ethereal trace on the surface. Detached from your movement and conscious, it stays there, piling up through different bodies toward creating a new entity.

Momentum, New York City.

City lights, Toronto.

Fika Cafe, Toronto.

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.” Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Just a perfect night.

A thousand words.

Spadina Museum, Toronto.

Fairmont Royal York Hotel, Toronto.

Allan Gardens, Toronto.

Smell of the old books. Toronto, Canada.