There’s a little white logo riding on the back of a pair of black, size four yoga pants striding purposefully just ahead. You recognize the ubiquitous emblem without having to squint inappropriately: Lululemon. It’s fitting. Torontoist is on foot following a small pack of sleeksters headed south on Spadina, crossing the bridge that links a small grove of new high-rises with the city proper north of the GO/VIA/CN rail tracks. They’re heading home to the same de rigueur condominium of structured glass, steel, brick, and marble where our interviewee resides.

Newsstand: November 19, 2009

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