All Souls (Eve) on the Metro

The New York Times published a great slideshow of images from the NY subway last night. I was on the Montreal métro heading to and from choir, and saw quite a lot I would have liked to photograph too, but even on Halloween night, French privacy laws make it difficult to take pictures of people in public. Nevertheless, I stole a few shots. My own neighborhood was full of little ghouls and goblins, but what amused me the most were the adults hosting the trick-or-treaters; on one porch a tall fairy in blue wings arranged her pumpkin lanterns and bowls of treats, and then settled into an armchair to wait for her visitors; across the street a pink-wigged witch and a shark stood in their doorway, handing out candy. And outside the Mont Royal metro, a large pod of forty or fifty zombies danced in slow motion to music the living couldn't hear.

 

Looks pretty normal in this view: what you can't see are her fluffy pink ears and matching shoes.

And in Montreal there's always undressing to consider.

Like our clothes at other times, Montreal Halloween dress-up tends to have a fairly dark flavor, though I did see a man in a bright orange tuxedo and top hat through the window of a blue train, and rued the fact that my camera wasn't in my hand!

Comments

[Hattie]

We are so accustomed to these ridiculous juxtapositions in urban life. Good "catch" on this photo.

[Duchesse]

Thank you for the "treat"! I think if you're dressed like a shark and handing out candy, privacy laws ought not pertain.

[Roderick Robinson]

Ian Hislop, editor of Private Eye, berated an American guest on yesterday's TV satire programme, Have I Got News For You. Told him we had absolutely no need of Halloween, the imported US festival. Before then, he said, we'd been perfectly happy with our own home-grown event (November 5, Guy Fawkes night) where we "justifiably burned a Catholic". Too gritty for Canada?

[marly youmans]

Really like the design and colors in the waiting-for-train photo, and the way the giant semi-naked woman is all oiled and heeled and ridiculous-as-marketing, hanging over the head of the tiny man, who is not paying the least attention to her Brobdingnagian self.