This lipstick clad cigarette butt was left in a snow bank outside one of Montreal's greasiest restaurants. I can only imagine the scene of its owner eating poutine with blood red lipstick and then enjoying a smoke afterwards. What was her(or possibly his) story? I am left with one photo, but missed many good ones of this mystery person.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Local Cuisine; Aftermath
This lipstick clad cigarette butt was left in a snow bank outside one of Montreal's greasiest restaurants. I can only imagine the scene of its owner eating poutine with blood red lipstick and then enjoying a smoke afterwards. What was her(or possibly his) story? I am left with one photo, but missed many good ones of this mystery person.
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