Diff'rent strokes for different folks.
|PHOTO BY:||Alan Bell|
|FIELD NOTES:||Poor, young Gary Coleman, so often befuddled by the acts of those around him. Now, as a piece of art in a Toronto alley, things are no different. A few people use the alleys for sensible reasons—commuters parking and whatnot. Otherwise all sorts of folk pass through them on other missions: going to alleys to see art, jogging at inhuman hours, and… darker things. If we were half as sensible as Mr. Coleman, we’d be asking all of them “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout?” too.|