machine wash cold

the full title of this should actually be "machine wash cold, tumble dry low" but it felt too long. no, it's not just washing instructions. it's the name of a rather cool event that happens in montreal once a year. it's described as "an artist and apparel showcase" where designers show off their collections of t-shirts, prints, hand-sewn whatsists that are unique and difficult to find elsewhere (if you can find them at all). the event is in its 4th year. we'd been told it was the most amazing party, so we figured why not?

we took a cab to the event, mostly because montreal apparently forgot that it's now spring (not winter) but also because we had no idea where we were going. thank god we did. our cab pulled in and we looked around thinking that surely this was not the place. we were in the dodgiest area of town amongst a variety of old, run down industrial buildings. we couldn't see anyone or hear any music (so much for a party!). we eventually found our way in, only to discover that we were some of the first to arrive, even though we thought we'd be late (mental note: you can never be too late at an art-like event. artists can't tell time)

the setting was weird, as only artsy events are. the trendy industrial loft, as my friend kept calling it -until we arrived- was actually an indoor beach volleyball court. half of the area was curtained off and the other half was transformed into a beach party. kind of. t-shirts were hung around the area and artists were painting a mural along the wall. a dj was spinning cool music and one shirtless man was dancing up a storm on the beach. we grabbed some drinks and waited for the night to unfold.

and unfold it did. whilst not exactly the most amazing party of the year (which we were prepared for), it was instead just a fun night of complete randomness. the rollerboyz (their spelling. not mine. clearly) performed (i use that term loosely). essentially, the roller-skated (in short shorts) down a small boardwalk on the "beach" and then jumped off the ramp at the end into the sand. their tricks were poor at best, but it was incredibly funny to watch.

t-shirts were on sale, and i feel that they sold incredibly well, especially as the night (and drinks) wore on. home made hot dogs were available for snacks (not so useful for a veg like me, but you know, not all artists are hippies i guess). drinks were had. laughs were copious. hipsters were abundant.

we left there with a few t-shirts (and uhm,  a newly acquired, bowling pin) enjoying the fact that whilst we felt like this was the most ridiculous evening of random events, we live in montreal now. so we should probably get used to it.
xo