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Saturday, August 06, 2005
The Idiots of Bellevue
"That's my friend!" the girl yelled. "You have no right to take that! You have to erase that! Erase all those pictures!"
Nadia joined Rannie for a Portraits in the Park session in Kensington and wound up in a confrontation with either junkies, dealers or dufus boho hipster idiots ... it's difficult to tell from the description of the characters ... from the crowd at Bellevue, more likely the latter. As Nadia observes:
There are probably a lot of places in Toronto where you might get swarmed by a gang for your camera, but you know you're in Kensington Market when they talk like you're oppressing them.
Rannie's version of events is here.
Years ago, some friends and I were shooting some video on Grove Street (near Ossington & Dundas), where I was living at the time. My friends were in a car and I had my camera pointed at them when an old guy from down the street came walking towards us shouting in broken english, saying that he didn't want us filming his street and that he'd lived there for thirty years. Then he threatened to call the police and the Humane Society (one of my friends was wearing a papier mache alien mask).
Instead of arguing with the guy, I put on my "swimming instructor's voice" and told him to calm down and be nice. My friends thought that was very funny and started laughing and teasing the guy, saying, "Yeah, BE NICE!" which made the old guy even angrier. We finally packed it in because we couldn't get a shot without the loser shouting in the background.
Here's one more:
In high school, we used to make Super8 movies and one summer (my first year lifeguarding, so it would have been 1985) the factory in our village had closed and I thought it would make a great set for a sci-fi flick. I got a gang together and we went over and started shooting at the factory's loading dock. After shooting for some time, one of the cast spotting a police car sitting at the far end of the parking lot. That made us nervous but i was the director, so I said, "We're just shooting a flick, we're not doing anything, let's just keep going."
btw, we were all dressed like this.
We finished a few more shots and then the cop car accelerated suddenly, sped towards us and came to a skidding stop. The cop hopped out and said, "What're you doing guys?"
I said, "Making a movie."
And then the cop said, "A porno?"
We tried to convince the cop to let us stay and finish the flick, but he said that one of the neighbours had called to complain about us and the sight of a gang of teens with (toy) guns made them nervous. And remember, we were dressed like this.
So we were booted.
10:18 AM
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