BY LILITH
I’ve always thought that urban scenes had more character at night. As the sun goes down, the gap widens between shadows and light, bringing out the faces of life hidden in the hours of daylight. Now 135 years old, the Canadian National Exhibition (a.k.a. The Ex) lights up the lakeshore every summer after dark, the flashing bulbs illuminating classic carnival games and the vanishing expressions among the crowd. With the wild speed of food stall transactions and metal moving across twisted iron, I wondered—what would happen if I slowed down the chaos?
