Taken right after slicing my finger while running from security.
Thanksgiving weekend with the boys, climbing a crane in some crazy fog.
Felt good to finally take an image looking down from the Iconic Scotiabank Plaza in Toronto.
Taken minutes before Paul, Jeremy and I had to hide form cops under a tarp for two hours while Dhruv scouted the site with his drone.
Standing on top of Montreal’s Iconic Mount Royal Cross was a morning I will honestly never forget.
Sleeping in a crane cabin with the homie for two hours before waking to this beautiful morning.
A late August night watching Coldplay preform in front of a sold out Skydome.
Exploring Toronto’s new underground with the homie.
First time shooting since the beginning of the pandemic. Watching the city I love become an eerie ghost town.
Never a better feeling than climbing a crane while watching the city slowly wake up from a Saturday night.
Exploring Toronto’s grimy subway tunnels
A cold November night watching cars race on the DVP.
Through a night where I felt lost in thought, watching this sunrise with the homies definitely reminded me that everything was going to be okay.
Cracking brews on top of Canada’s third tallest building.
There’s something very rewarding about hanging your feet off a building. Something I cannot describe.
An extremely cold and windy November night.
During a rainy August night. Probably one of my favorite shutters I’ve taken.
First crane climb since the lockdown of March 2020.
Chilling on this roof for hours with my brotha drinking beers and talking about life.
Looking below me seeing all four corners of the building blocked off by firetrucks, we knew we were in trouble. Went to hide in an unfinished unit for two hours when we decided to make our escape. Everything worked out.
Paul reaching out to touch the tip of the CN Tower.
Taken during a very stressful day.
Fog warning over Toronto. Of course we had to go out shooting.
Amazing summer mornings when I would ride my bike downtown just to climb L tower and watch the sunrise. Being 15 at the time with no real responsibilities i’d do this almost every other day that summer.
Exploring Toronto’s infamous Lower Bay station.
And to think that there were hundreds of people working just below me.
Watching the city get covered by a fresh snow blanket in the middle of January.
Rushing downtown after school dressed in a suit and tie just to get a lookdown from the Financial District.
Hearing the passing of trains above us while we explore LowerBay.
Reading newspapers I found in these tunnels from years prior.
Getting a preview of Toronto’s new LRT line while everyone sleeps.
