
There was this girl I kept seeing at various points in the evening sitting by herself in a colourful clubby ensemble. Every time I passed her she had this vacant expression like she had been stood up. Then her friend came, and they continued to sit there moping like whiney Eeyores for the duration of the evening! It's so hard being tall, young and gorgeous. I speak from experience, obviously.

This guy was from one of the decorating magazines and he kept trying to grab designers to interview for their website. Most were scared and ran away, but this lady gave in and let him quiz her about hot spring trends.


Then the spontaneous krumping broke out. I can't say for sure, but there was something about these dancers that felt very choreographed. Like they were a hired flashmob or something. Tragically, it will forever remain a mystery.

Man reads the paper while he waits for his date. I was 70% sure that he knew I was drawing him.

Girlfriend came over and he pointed at me. Then they started to pose. At this point, I was 124% sure that they knew I was drawing them.

At the Design by Reach Lounge I sat at a table with these other women (because I'm gutsy like that!) and started to draw the scene. This lady in particular felt very Bond-esque with her mod glasses and long brown hair. They were having an interesting discussion about amateur photographers who tote $2000 SLRs and only shoot with the Auto setting. A bit of an epidemic these days.

Two ladies chatting, one holding a chinese food takeout container filled with a fresh pretzel. I know this because I later consumed said pretzel.

Sat at the booth of Interior Designers of Canada. I walked by and noticed the repeating patterns of the desk lamps and wanted to draw it. Later I chatted with them and they were super nice!

This fancy-pants group was very stylish. As I walked around with feet snuggley-warm in red Polish combat boots, I wondered how these ladies felt in their stilettos after 5 hours of standing.

Lots of people talked to me at the after party in The Thompson Hotel. She wanted me to draw her sipping her drink!

The place was packed and all the bartenders were flipping out. I would never be able to work in the service industry because I'd just melt to a giant puddle of goo in everyone's beverage. That wouldn't taste delicious.

A bunch of guys in suits were sitting next to me and when they noticed I was drawing them I called back, "Sure am! And you're okay with it, right??" Too funny!

Time to restock! All the IDS people drank up the whole place!











































