One visited the BMW Toronto architectural feast in my hood during Doors Open. I still recall the occasional odour of burning Sunlight detergent in the building’s former incarnation.
It seems the builders jotted down a note or two on the windowsill.
Sadly, I did not get a shot of the Fruits-style Chinese chick with dyed hair, halter top, hot pants, and leggings with garters. However, I loved the freight elevators:
