This is my photo experiment.
Toronto is a cultural bubble; it’s a cross-section of different lifestyles and people.
Each photo set features part of an individual’s story, with Toronto as a backdrop. Together they should create a snapshot of Toronto.
(This photo set is a bit different in that it was a artistic collaborative between Ginger and I. Ginger was not only the subject, she also art directed and edited this set.)
Ginger Rhyannon Stephanie Jarvis
Graphic artist/Art Director/Compositor/University Professor
I was born in Newmarket, grew up in Barrie, and have been living in Toronto for about 10 years. My first memory of Toronto, the city lights. I remember driving in on the Gardiner with my dad, all the little headlights and taillights curving around. He would take me in his car carrier, and told me what a sky scraper was for the first time. What an amazing concept to look up at.
I can’t pinpoint which childhood memory is first, but I remember my home in Holland Landing. I lived here until I was 6 years old. I remember getting potty trained in the bathroom on the main floor, and calling my mother in to help me. I remember having my face painted, and when my dad told me I could show it off, I cried because I thought he meant I had to wash it.
I have glimpses of memories playing with my brother, pretending to be an old wrinkly lady in the mirror of the bathroom, the swing set in the backyard where I would make up stories in my head about the forest in the distance.
From my childhood, I also remember my parents cared very much for me and allowed me to try many things I wanted to. They were strict compared to other parents, but I was well taken care of and loved. I had many miserable years because of my brother. He was violent and horrible to me for the majority of the time I lived at home. There was no escaping what seemed like torture many days. Overall, I was a happy, creative kid. I spent a lot of time playing on my own outside with my stuffed animals, sticks and practicing gymnastics, but also had many friends and sleepovers.
What makes me laugh? I do. Haha. That actually made me laugh.
Puns make me laugh, when my boyfriend imitates accents, sarcasm, silly faces.. there are so many things that make me laugh. I love to laugh.
I love Queen west for the shopping, fashion, design and food; the bloor Danforth Bridge in the fall for the view of the colours; the Bathurst bridge at night for the train tracks and city lights.
What inspires me? Amazing people. Art that I react to. A really important message.
Toronto Photo Essay: Ginger Jarvis (@gingeometry)
By: Michael Andrew Reid (@tgatmar)