By Joanna

Yesterday afternoon, in between alernating spurts of sunshine and rain, TOist ducked into Brassaii hoping to catch a glimpse of the Contact Photo exhibition and, especially, everybody’s favourite Talking Head, David Byrne. Alas, we missed Byrne’s lecture, but did show up in time to watch a very stylish- in an high tech Prada-clad cyclist way- Byrne ride off into the sunset with his adorable (and young) female companion. About 20 minutes later, deciding to head to the Drake for a snack, we spied Byrne with a camera at the corner of Queen and Ossington (perhaps taking a picture of his public art series, to be presented on Queen West bus shelters?). Just as we thought we couldn’t burn down the house any more, the visionary-musician-artist-rock star-poet saddled up to the Drake’s bar to have a glass of port with his companion undisturbed.