And there he was, standing on the corner of Elgin and Frank, sawing away at an old fiddle, a few coins in the battered instrument case at his feet.
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And there he was, standing on the corner of Elgin and Frank, sawing away at an old fiddle, a few coins in the battered instrument case at his feet.
A woman lies naked on a bed, seductively positioned and beckoning. Red lingerie is scattered on the floor. But it’s not what you think. Really.
Scrabble is more than just a board game. It’s serious business — at least for a die-hard Centretown group.
For someone who is accustomed to making films with detailed narratives about female sexuality in Japan, and psycho-thrillers set in bed and breakfasts, Roshell Bissett’s work of drawings are a welcome reprieve from the complex art of filmmaking.