Brookfield Place

Brookfield Place

While we were shooting Brookfield Place, a random blonde strode directly towards me and chirped “HELLO!” in a tone that suggested that we knew each other. She asked us what we were doing, as if two DSLRs pointed at the (locally-famous) ceiling were not enough information to go by. I tried to figure out if I had met her before and didn’t remember, but I think she must’ve been part of the Thursday night crowd made up of financial industry types who schmooze and booze their way into Friday. I could be totally wrong, but this part of town isn’t exactly known for being randomly friendly. I think she was lit.

Brookfield Place