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I hope I haven’t misled you, dear reader. As the name implies, Rosedale isn’t all weird and unusual structures. The common Meadow Rose is rumoured to still spring up there, if that’s any indication of the place’s frilly beginnings. Probably still some growing around some of the older buildings. A testament to the fact that some of those buildings have been around since Rosedale got the name.

Back in the day, the community was thought to be waaaay out in the sticks. Maids wouldn’t travel out there so people didn’t want to buy houses for fear of  having to “rough” it. No shit. And there were some interesting goings-on too, like the disappearance of Ambrose Small in 1919, just after he’d sold all his theatre properties for $1.7 mill. Lots of suspicion on the wife, one of Small’s employees makes off with $100,000; sounds like good Sunday afternoon reading. Doesn’t Rosedale seem like a good setting for it?

Also there’s the story of Bill Bull, a prolifically ironic writer on church history, who in ‘31 had Al Capone trying to kill him. Hey, no one ever said that all the neighbourhood money was legit, did they? It certainly would explain why all the buildings have such imposing facades too. Plenty of spots for snipers to sit in wait for assassins. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that moats had once existed around some of these homes.

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Industrial design has been a monkey on my back ever since I picked up the habit about eight years ago. My misbegotten aim was simply to learn about design – to get better at my Flash stuff. But, as was foreseeable, I got sidetracked. Into the industrial aspect; you know, design for mass production.

The movement started some time in in the early 1900s when factory production for most domestic items became widely available. They’d started to do weird stuff with wood and plastics were making a splash. But design still had much of an influence, despite the shared credo of “form follows function”. In fact, industrial designers concerned themselves more with the practicality of appearance than function most of the time; function was left to the engineers.

This extended to architecture too.

There are, of course, nasty leftovers from industrialization. Environment / people / health problems aside, many manufacturers took the opportunity to cut out the designer and head directly for cheaper products which has caused the epidemic of poorly-produced / copied domestic items we see today. If it wasn’t for stores like Ikea, we’d never know who was responsible for coming up with the objects sitting on our kitchen table. Or the kitchen table itself.

But I think the spirit of that earlier era still lives in architecture, and in places like Rosedale. Mostly because industrial design always came across as generally domestically oriented that I find it most obvious here. People in the area generally have the money to dabble with and buildings tend to last longer.

The fad in industrial design, at least initially, was to combine basic geometric shapes to produce interesting everyday objects (i.e. simple geometry=simple / mass construction). To me, the house above looks like an architectural draft, all linear and arcy. Note the simplicity of the form and the commonality of the building materials. Very industrial design. Here’s another Rosedale example:

Looks like a garage from a Lexus commercial, doesn’t it? Guess they have to shoot ’em somewhere. Not the kind of place I’d be keen to live in, but I’m glad someone does. :)

If I had to pick one of the more modern Rosedale houses to live in I’d veer more toward the homes that depend on a variety of materials rather than unusual structural shapes. Seems like they’d be more comfortable:

Rosedale  is quiet, and chock-a-block with flowers and people with too much time / money on their hands. And being just north of money-laden Yorkville, it’s essentially a part of downtown Toronto. If they weren’t all driving fancy talking cars, Rosedale residents could take the subway if they wanted to.

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The TCL headquarters has been under siege all day, dear reader. By heat.

I’ve had the windows open since dawn, fans running, even took a prolonged and luxuriant shower. No good. The hot-water rads having been blazing all day. The superintendent is either cleaning the heating system for the season or the he’s trying to cook us out. By us I mean the whole building; the rads in the landing are all on full-blast so I’m thinking the other flats are probably getting it too. Maybe they’re testing how hot they can get the old iron grills before they explode. My recently relocated blogging chair is now just a nervous foot away from the big cast-iron one. Might be my last post.

So it was good to get outdoors for a bit. That and what the casual observer might mistake as summer outside. No, my living room is presently like summer, but nice try. (Sadly, this is not a hyperbole.) Outside, though, I tripped into a neat old neighbourhood that made me forget about my oven-like flat. Even the garden sheds are probably air conditioned there.

Rosedale is the place. North and a little east of the core. Took me a while to just get there, and once there the terrain is friendly to neither foot nor vehicle. Hilly, twisty, narrow roads, roundabouts going who-knows-where. Never a good time to stand in the middle of the road taking photos.

Took me two successive tries to get through there to my intended destination (with Google Maps on my mobile!). And I was started to feel smugly Torontonian.

Apparently the roads are based on pre-Toronto horse-riding trails, but if you ask me this is how they get away with gating the place without erecting actual gates.

To me Rosedale seems not unlike a miniaturized Bridle Path (farther north and east). On the Path, houses are on massive lots, usually far enough back from the road that getting to the front door would mean having to interact with armed guards and probably dogs. Mansions. The density of rich people in Rosedale necessitates that they settle onto smaller plots. The houses can’t get smaller, of course, so it’s usually the stuff around the houses that gets shrunk. Still neat, just really small.

I wouldn’t like to guess how much condos run for in Rosedale. This wouldn’t have even crossed my mind but smattered occasionally between the gargantuan houses are low-rise buildings that really couldn’t be called flats. Probably not rentals either.

Dang. Now I’m thinking too much about my own place again.

Still hot here.

So hot.

I bet the Rosedalians don’t have to put up with this.

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