Bad and run-down areas in Toronto... I do my street photography practice every time I'm in Toronto. From Union station up to Bloor Street, down from Bloor on Bathurst, Ossington to Queen, King St West and back to Union. I walked on Younge from Eglinton to the Bay/Union. And on Jarvis, Spadina from South of the Bloor. I can't find bad. Where are many mentally ill people, hobos, baggers and addicts. Every time you close to the shelter it will be more of them. But bad... I'm visiting Toronto since 2003 and I have to call 911 only once. One guy pulled out the knife on Jarvis near the shelter.
Same for run-downs. It is not Buffalo, Detroit thing. Old low rise areas are all looking as run downs to me after Europe. But not as bad as in USA. Toronto is nice and quiet and this is why it is overdeveloped in some used to be nice for photography areas.
If you want more of Canadian "bad and run-down" flavour take the bus from Union to Hamilton. More run-down areas and more people of welfare... Old industrial now run-down zone is within 10-12 miles walking cyrcle from it. Mix of closed or somewhat functioning steel production and old houses built right on the same streets. It will take almost same time as going to Jane and Finch from Union and ... find what nothing special is where...
Hamilton Downtown and Industrial Park.
Thanks for the post.
I helped gentrify Greenpoint, Williamsburg, Long Island City before they were conquered by hipsters.
One day I hear a sound like someone dragging a refrigerator down concrete stairs, and my girlfriend asked me what was making that sound.
"I don't know," I said, but I lied. I recognized the sound of someone emptying a clip on a hand gun.
One day when leaving my loft in the Southside of Williamsburg I found a shell casing from a 45 on the sidewalk not far from my door.
In Greenpoint by the Brooklyn Queens Expressway I discover a flock of seagulls dead on the sidewalk that were drawn to the location by garbage before they were shot to death. Down the block someone took advantage of the desolate abandon area to check the spread of a shotgun on a stop sign.
In Long Island City by Queens Plaza my Nikon F3 in my right hand using a Nikon AH-4 hand strap was mistaken by a local as a handgun. I only realized this as he ran ducking for cover behind a mailbox.
Also in LIC a truck driver mistook my Gossen Luna Pro as an undercover cop's badge holder. "You finally came," he said to me, and it only become clear when he mentioned that he had dialed 911 twenty minutes ago.
Only twice have I had hand guns pointed at me, and both times were NYPD. Once was a case of mistaken identity where it could of been just like in the song "Heartbreaker" from the Rolling Stones. I remember the song because it came out around the same time that the two cops surprised me with their guns drawn yelling. "Police-Freeze." Had I ran due to fear, a natural reaction to the cop car that almost ran me down and the complete surprise I likely would have been ventilated.
The other time was during a robbery at a McDonald's where I was working. Pre-SWAT Team the cops came in and yelled, "Freeze" with the perp that had been pistol whipping a manager right behind me. Funny thing is no one listened to the cops and all the customers in that McDonald's hit the floor except the perp right behind me and me. If there was a gunfight, again I would likely have been ventilated.
A third possible time was during the robbery of a bakery. The girl working told me she had just been robbed and that the guy just ran out was wearing a hat. What she did not tell me was that the guy had a gun before I ran after him.
Just last summer I almost got pinned against my building by a cab. The driver thought he had the transmission in drive when in fact he was in reverse. When he gunned the gass he jumped the curb, ran over the nose of a Camaro and luckily found himself perched in the air on top of some wrought iron tree fencing, otherwise me and one of my neighbors would of gotten hit standing on the sidewalk. We would have been just another news story.
Two years ago I was targeted by a full water bottle thrown from a Public Housing Project. The bottle and its contents splattered within a few feet of me, and was thrown fro a high story. I think just some kid playing around.
Currently I live in East Harlem where 25% of the population lives in Public Housing, and about half the population receives a government check of some sort. Just down the block is a halfway house that use to be called "The Parole Transition Institute" where ex felons are concentrated.
When I lived in LIC there was the Q100 bus that took you to Riker's Island the prison. Also Queens Plaza happens to be where prisoners are released.
It seems these forsaken places that are wild and are run down are the places I feel most at home. I know NYC and grew up when it was almost like Detroit (bankrupt and abandoned). I think I'm due for a change. I don't think my next move will be into the South Bronx, the next poor neighborhood that is gentrifying.
Basically I want a stable home where I might not get priced out.
Cal