Sartorialist Archive

(found here: February 21, 2007)


(found here: November 20, 2006 and here: May 25, 2007)

First Saturday morning in Halifax

Saturday mornings are market mornings in Halifax.

I passed a yard sale down the street this morning and saw a sturdy picnic basket in amongst the other sundries. I walked past it, because I didn't want to have to walk back home to drop it off, but then turned around when I realised: hey, I'm going to the market, I can bring the basket with me and use it straight away. So, I went back, happily found out it was only three dollars, and bought it.

The market was exceptionally busy today. I spent far too long waiting in the crepe line and missed my chance to buy croissants.


I did, however, find all sorts of other harvest bounty and managed to fill my new basket before I left.

Sartorialist Archive

(Found here: June 28, 2007)



(Found here: June 27, 2007)

Labour Day Weekend

Drinking coffee made from lake water. A campfire made of fallen wood, burning in a rainstorm. Finding the right tree to hang food up and away from wildlife. Setting up and tearing down camp. Hiking. For hours.

(campsite 11B; campsite 10B)

"Can you hear the wolves calling?"

"No."

"They're pretty far away. You can barely hear them, but they're out there."

Jacques Cousteau's Toque

It's taken a long time to photograph the Jacques Cousteau style toque I knit Greg (a basic 2x2 rib in red wool), but he wore it this past weekend, while we were camping in Frontenac Park, and as the sun went down and it started to rain, I did, between fits of laughter.


This man is hilarious.


(J-Y C photo found here)

Favourites from the Sartorialist Archives

Perhaps against my better judgment, I've borrowed these from the Sartorialist for my own little archive of well-dressed people.


This guy was nominated as Sartorialist of the year.


(Found here: July 28, 2006)