Art and the City

Sequins, anyone?

Last night may have been the Powerball, but the real art party was out on Ossington. 129 Ossington had an opening (Neil Young’s vibrant canvases), as did Jamie Angell (John Kennedy’s crazy wonderful mixed-media pieces, Barry Allikas’ giant, minimal graphic paintings) and the modern mavens (even those who planned to go to the Powerball) started out the night wandering the best street in the city first. 

Me and my like-minded gal pals Susan and Andrea met up looking like a local version of Sex and the City in accidentally coordinating metallic outfits. 

Bumped into the always adorable Luigi Carruba, who never fails to remind me of  someone in a 50s Italian film, particularly with his new heavy tortoiseshell framed glasses, and his friend Roger as they were leaving Jamie’s gallery and we had a full-fledged art talk right there on the pavement. 

Inside, under the fantastic pair of red, white and blue Barry Alikas paintings, a long-haired heroine of the same Italian film was taking pictures of everyone with a tiny camera. 

Well composed

And one girl at the bar was brave enough to wear a bar code  print miniskirt which made her rear view look like something one might need to scan. 

Bar code

Needless to say, none of us made it to the Powerball.