typing the void

Another pair of shoes, from my remote correspondent, pistachiowriting.com Found at Bloor and Dovercourt, Toronto, outside the Tim Horton’s.

I’m in Toronto for a few weeks and thought I wouldn’t be seeing any abandoned shoes here but it is a veritable minefield, a cornucopia, a smorgasbord. Plenty, in other words! Here’s what I found within this past 10 days: The first one was this bag / box arrangement near a bus stop: As I [...]

My first guest donation to the Abandoned Shoes Project © from someone other than me. Thanks to Stephanie from Pistachio for her donation of this snazzy pair of trainers from near her home in Dovercourt/Bloor area of Toronto. Looks like the Tin Man or some robot exploded nearby with those bars and springs… Anyone else [...]

It looks like people are clearing their wardrobes this week as I found two pairs of abandoned shoes this week. Both in my street and both, I suspect, my neighbours sharing footwear, although I recon the crocs came from a late Friday session at the Courty! These showed up on Sunday and I think they [...]

Bonus time again in the abandoned shoes found in the street department. Yesterday I found a pair of these mock crocs out in front of the Newtown Community Centre. For some reason, left atop a bin, near the market area. They looked in great shape, even if they’re crap shoes. But much stranger were this [...]

It keeps happening, and I have never seen it elsewhere other than in Sydney, or maybe this is the fist place I noticed it? Another pair of abandoned shoes, discovered on my way home in the underpass at Central Station. I’ve kept the colour balance untouched as the eerie green tinge of the fluorescent lights [...]

Bopping along this morning, I decided that Femi Kuti is great marching-to-work-at-a-nice-pace music. So intent on the music, I almost failed to notice there’s a great pair of shoes against a bright yellow wall. Used Instagram to dilute the intense colours a bit. This is all part of the abandoned shoes project. Hope you like.

As I was wandering the lanes and back-streets from a great afternoon at the White Rabbit Gallery in Chippendale, I decided to stay in the lanes to see if I could recognise the backs of the houses I knew well from passing them so often from the front. After stopping to consider if seven potted [...]