This summer I got to meet a bunch of Toronto’s mayoral candidates for dandyhorse‘s election issue: this is the shot we published of Rexdale’s beloved Rob Ford. After convincing him to climb up the 401 overpass for our shoot, he told me to consider politics. He asked what day I was born and we bonded over our Gemini-ness — his words, not mine — before giving me a tour of his family’s label and tags plant (“we can create any colour in existence”), and ranting about his pet peeve: discarded cigarette butts (he has a plan for those, too). He admired my light-but-steely 10-speed: I couldn’t convince him to test ride, except he did lift it off the ground with a grunt of approval, which I consider a minor success. I gave him my ideas about bicycles, which are plentiful. And he listened, at least. And now he’s going to run Toronto.
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