Queen St West

We walked along this trendy section of the street until our marrow was frozen. Taylor lost another pair of gloves so if the pictures are wobbly it's because his fingers were like icicles again.

This Georgian house is being eaten by the flats!

Wendy Walgate

The piece below by artist Wendy Walgate was in a gallery on Queen St West and is fantastic.

(detail)

ken's heaven

It's a good job Ken wasn't with us today or he would have disgraced himself on the pavement. This installation is by  a psychotherapist called Dr SHELDON Wagner. He is 67 and got his first Barbie ten years ago. He now has thousands. He rescues the dolls to give them a new purpose, a new life, a new home. The project has been left to sit in the window of the gallery at 100 Ossington Ave for almost five years. The doors are always locked and the owner is rarely seen.

The above gives a general idea of his Christmas tree.  And the ones below are treasures from the rest of the display.

 

Dr Wagner is obviously very free in his acceptance of sexual freedom. Ken just stands on a shelf at home.

Freud would have had a field day

It's a really beautiful display. Dr Wagner is planning to open the doors and show the rest of his collection soon. I think it will be extraordinary.

kens greeting

Hi Guys! Ken here. Well what a Christmas Day! One of the big dummies..the one who goes out every night dressed like a black inner tube..is coughing and spluttering and flopping. The other one keeps hovering about and making him disgusting smelly drinks out of garlic and old socks.  Their planned Christmas dinner has gone from a groaning board of bird and roast vegies to a Jewish chicken broth!  So while they grovel in sweaty hack I thought I'd fill you in on what"s new on the shelf.

I was up early one day and the sun was bouncing off the buildings opposite. So I set the timer  (Richard Avedon doesn't know how to do it yet) and took these pics of us greeting the day.   We felt as though we were either  in a Royal Command performance or had seen a vision of where plastic finally ends up.

It  being Christmas Miss Ebony..who travels with us to be the Fairy of All Fairies once a year..is now firmly exkonsed on the tree

And speaking of Royalty  ...the other boys and I welcome the following New Queens to the fold.

Her Majesty the Queen, a gift from Brian Thomson, is solar operated and when charged waves her right hand at the hoi polloi.

And the other queen is courtesy of Garry McQuinn.  She is a collectors item and now my new best friend and I might climb into the box with her so we can have sex.

A Merry Christmas from us all.  Gotta go the guys are coming    xxxx   Ken

Happy Holidays to ALL!!!!!!!

We're freezing in a White Christmas...

Let 'em eat cake

On the top floor of Casa Loma was a gallery of "Stick-your-head -in -here-kid"  photo op cut outs.  I got a bemused woman to snap me. I was trying to channel Norma Shearer. And I did!

Casa Loma

There is a magnificent house on the Spadina Hill which looks down on the city and Lake Ontario. It was owned by a magnate whose fortune was lost in a financial crisis early last century. It had a spell as a hotel in the twenties and thirties and was THE social centre of Toronto nightlife.  Two childrens shows and a Santa Cave were features today so I was sidestepping rugrats .

It's just a hall!

Camp's camp anywhere

The master bedroom ....

...has its own study with a wyvern lamp that has finally returned after being lost for years. A wyvern is a two legged dragon

The fabulous master bathroom

Mrs Magnate's suite

The dining room off the Conservatory

The Conservatory!

And so to the end

We all have the right to a house like this.  So I have opened a special savings account. The money box the bank gave me is really sweet.