Roxanne Tellier: A Victim of Fashion

After writing about fall’s wonders two weeks ago, it was odd to wake up that Monday to the beginning of a week of Indian summer. Sunny and mild, the weather was perfect for the celebrities and guests swarming Toronto’s streets for TIFF. The beautiful people and their entourages swanned in and out of event venues in their little black dresses, smart cocktail gowns, and Manolo Blahnik shoes.

Nadia Elkharadly: TIFF 2013 Wrap Up – Party Casualties

It’s now just past mid September.  A distinct fall breeze is in the air, and all over Toronto girls are putting away their strappy sandals and mini party dresses, and boys are starting to wear socks with their spikey loafers and shirts under their cardigans.  Most noticeably, the streets of Toronto have finally been cleared of hordes of screaming fans, red carpets, velvet ropes, and the celebrities, actors and actresses that walk on and behind them.  That’s right: the Toronto International Film Festival is over for another year.  While the festival was a mostly fun and interesting time, there were some unfortunate casualties.  Party casualties, that is.

Cameron Carpenter: The ABC’s Of Rock’n’Roll – C Stands for C and Be Seen

It has been quite a rock’n’roll week.  With TIFF taking over the city (and bars on extended 4 AM hours) there are far too many events to attend. Last Wednesday night I attended the sonaBLAST! Records Canada (http://www.sonablast.ca/) annual TIFF kick-off party at The Brant House.

Nadia Elkharadly: TIFF comes to Toronto

Well DBAWISers, it’s that time of year again.  No, it’s not summer anymore, as the vicious chill in the air would indicate (please recall I’m a desert flower so any temperature below 25 degrees constitutes as a vicious chill for me).  No, it’s not Christmas, as the chill isn’t hellish as opposed to vicious.  Now is the time that the glitterati, the paparazzi and the wishtheywere-ies look forward to more than anything; the Toronto International Film Festival.  Every September, celebrities from the far reaches of the globe (though mostly from New York and Los Angeles) descend upon Toronto for a few days of worship, film promoting and party attending.  And with them come all the trappings that a world class film festival would merit; the red carpets, the flash bulbs, the media frenzy, and the fan worship that help to make TIFF what it is today.

Geoff Pevere: The Festival of Flatware

I’ve come to accept that one of the primary functions of dreams is to remind us of the scam of adulthood. This is why we’re always back in high school, or are otherwise gripped by the clammy certainty that some unfinished business from the past will never let go. But it’s also one of the sweet things about these nocturnal emissions of the unconscious. We get to wake up and realize that it was just a dream. We’re free to get up and get on with the real fantasy, which is that life has gone on.