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I went out on bike by myself the night of Nuit Blanche in search of "losts" and "founds". It was a good exercise to do alone while simultaneously looking at the art work that night. The entire night is all about finding new discoveries that are not ordinarily there. It's artificial and planned which is how the activity felt. The city is different on the night of NB -- it's alive, active and annoying.

Here are some of my photos.

paradise lost

found clothes

lost shoe at dundas and bathurst

scattered thoughts at the eaton centre

lost clothes

self-explanatory

curiosity

corn toss loss

lots of luck