A night out in Toronto isn’t always expensive drinks in Kensington or long dinners at the best places downtown. In fact, if you’re me, nights out are rarely that and more closely resemble something halfway between college tomfoolery and hipster-because-we’re-broke activities.
One of my favourite things to do in the city is see live music. At any given night, in any given location, someone’s band is playing a gig. You can find the events all over Facebook and Twitter. Even with all the festivals we see in the summer set aside, there’s so much music happening in this place, and for me, it’s always a matter of deciding, “fuck it, I’ll go.”
That’s how I wound up going to see Milky Chance in concert with my friend Clare (also the photographer for this post). We had made a split-second decision over Facebook to go weeks before the show, and I promptly forgot about it until just days beforehand.
Naturally, as the event approached, the crucial question of, “what am I gonna wear?” came up.
My problem with concerts is I usually try too hard to look like I’m not trying too hard to look cool. You feel me? You want to somehow achieve the same level of unaffected-coolness as the bearded, tattooed bartenders that serve you $8 beers.
I went with a classic: high waisted jeans (the MOST COMFORTABLE jeans) and a black tee. Boots. Black coat. I needed something a little extra and boom, red lipstick. It’s not fancy but it definitely works for the setting.
And this was our setting: a packed concert at Lee’s Palace and a walk down a rainy, slippery Bloor St. on a Saturday night. Between the blacked-out windows at Honest Ed’s and the neon “open” signs of bubble tea shops and Korean barbecue restaurants, the whole thing felt Noir-esque to me somehow, like I was waiting for a man in a trench coat to come out of an alleyway and hand me a blank envelope.
I’ve been listing to too many mystery podcasts. (You should all be listening to Rabbits, btw.)
But as Clare and I made our way to a bubble tea joint, I proclaimed, “Take my picture in this alleyway.” And then with the lime-green walls inside the aforementioned bubble tea joint.
I didn’t use my good camera, the pictures aren’t high-quality, but sometimes a night is just that. It’s getting sweaty at a show, getting soaked and cold in the rain, laughing your ass off in a lime-green bubble tea shop and taking the subway home at the end of it all.
And that, kids, was a good night out.
Coat – Topshop (Similar)
Tee – Stateside (Similar)
Jeans – AG
Boots – Shoe the Bear