On the other hand, I overhear (I suppose I should say, overheard, since my Montreal life is now in past tense) the best conversations at Laika. My favourite was the two middle aged, not-attractive-but-not-offensive-looking male photographers sitting at the table next to me making some half-arsed noises about how horribly skinny the models they shoot are, and how terrible the pressures they are under are (reflect on the impact of your own industry much, gentlemen?), and they then proceeded to discuss the various flaws of their current girlfriends. I eavesdropped, and even transcribed some of the conversation, before my hair started to curl. Fascinating stuff.

P.S. Tell Matt at Shaika I say hi.