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BoBo is a French expression, short for Bourgeois Bohème, and it pretty much describes who we are.

Bobo Feed will be sharing things that inspire us or please us-
from the worlds of architecture & design, fashion & styling, food and drink, travel, urban living, whatever...

We hope you enjoy.

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Thursday, August 13, 2015

What if Our Favourite Colour Didn't Exist

Image courtesy Business Insider Australia

This fascinating article, which is inspired by what the writer found to be a fascinating podcast (linked inside the article), posits that in ancient times there was no such thing as the colour blue. 
Although the atmosphere overhead has always existed in the same format as we know it, there was no collective definition of the colour therefore nobody technically could perceive that the sky was/is blue. (At least not in a way that allowed them to differentiate it substantively from other colours) 

We've always been intrigued by the way in which human perception is moulded by our ability- or propensity- to describe an experience, and this is a classic example. Did the ancients never marvel at the exquisite tones of a Mediterranian azure (Well, according to the piece they compared it to wine!), or attempt to describe the hues of a glacial crevice? (This must have fallen into one of the ways they described icy white).

Let's not split (fashionably blue) hairs on whether reality is in the describing; since we can now appreciate it let's just take a moment to appreciate a few recent blue Toronto moments!






Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A visit to the temple

It's probably a safe bet that most folks in Toronto have tried a Portuguese custard tart at some point in their lives, and for the most part they're pretty darn good. What's not to like about a sweet custard filling swaddled in a tender pastry embrace? Well, since you asked, let's be honest: sometimes the custard is a little cloying and the crust...well, not so crusty. There can be a tendency to over- shorten (or over- age!) the pastry, and who wants to exercise their jawbone on a what's supposed to be a flaky treat?

OK, thanks for putting up with that! 

And thanks for indulging us as we share with you that we have recently traveled (on your behalf, of course!) to the Mecca of Portuguese custard tarts, the home in Belem of the famous *pasteis*. 

The place is a mad house...In one door if you want table service, in another if you just want counter service. Place your order, hand over your euros and move to the next line. Hand over your receipt, receive your order, and find a place to stand at the counter while you try to savour both the experience and the pastries before feeling obliged to relinquish your space to the Japanese lady hovering behind you. 

But BAM, these babies give you a smack up the side of the head that'll make you forget that there's anyone else in the place! Custard that tastes more of egg than sugar, and a crust that makes you swoon (and makes a mess of everything below your chin) Nirvana! 

Enough chatter! Here are a few images of  our research (including a couple of discreet shots of what lay below the counter). On our return we promise to sample some of the elixirs stashed in the cubbies of the historic walls. 


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Tuesday Travels...Lisbon reds

Lots of colour here in Lisbon...
here are a few reds from our first few days:

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Pleasures of Vintage

Recently a certain expensive tie brand has come to the attention of the blaggerocracy offering the novelty of new ties made out of vintage tie fabrics Unfortunately, the vintage tie patterns involved appear to be the ones we would have flipped through and left hanging in our fathers’ closets years ago. I can understand that in classic clothing, the old has a cachet that can’t easily be explained rationally. Things made in the old manner, such as with ancient madder dyeing or hand block printing, or with old-style materials, like Geelong lambswool, strike a chord with those of us who still half-believe in some lost Arcadia of quality. However, rather than pay a top-drawer new tie price for the supposed glories of the old, I suggest investing, judiciously, in the pleasures of vintage.

Read the full article from the fine folks at :A Suitable Wardrobe

Friday, September 20, 2013

Friday Frequencies

Everybody, Take Five!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Red Green

Baldwin Street

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Monday, September 16, 2013

Seen...

Welcome!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Looking Up...

 
...on College Street

Monday, September 9, 2013

Seen...50 shades of red

Henry Street, Toronto