Back in the 1960s, Yorkville was the hub of creativity, with cheap rents and an artistic circle like no other. It was a hippie haven. Artistic folk flocked from all over the city to bask in the quaint neighbourhood's charm and artistic muse. But soon it was on the police radar, described not as an artistic community, but as a drug circle. Buildings were boarded up, hippies were forced out of their homes, art studios left vacant. Sterile condominiums were built where once there was artistic flourish, and rents soared higher than ever before. Soon the richest of the rich moved to this new and improved area of Toronto, feeding off the couture stores that landed there. This is the Yorkville of today. I guess you could say I am trying to channel the Yorkville of yesterday.