Stairway to...

stairs. Image hosted on my Flickr site.

I can't reconstruct the thought process that would have led someone to decide, "I think my genitalia would make a really neat rubber stamp," and then to make a large quantity of photocopies of the resulting print and use them to carpet the basement stairs of a dingy commercial building in Kensington Market; I can only guess that alcohol was a factor. Or perhaps this is a deeply personal and courageously subversive response to the ubiquity of the male gaze, and I don't know what I'm talking about.