Sounds strange to be talking about a year so long ago but one major thing happened…I established Carolyn M. Barnett Designs. Yes, I walked down University Avenue in Toronto and registered that name…I was going to call my business Jumpers which is what a sweater is in my original homeland – England…but thought better of it.
Now, having lost my wonderful Dad last year, I found, among some papers, a letter I wrote to my Mum in 1982, after my 32nd birthday when she had sent me some money. I used the money to buy myself a Gala ticket to TIFF, then called the Festival of Festivals…and I apparently viewed 15 movies and attended 3 parties in two nights….ah, those were the days.
I lived in the College & Dovercourt area of Toronto, just a pleasant bike ride to the Annex and downtown…so that’s how I got around. I would bike downtown to the huge theatre on Bloor Street (can’t remember the name at the minute) lock it up somewhere and spend evenings of the Film Festival (wasn’t TIFF back then) watching a brand new movie and often, as they were premiers, showing at the University on Bloor, seeing the stars. 1982 was the year I saw Jeremy Irons one evening in the foyer at the premiere of Moonlighting. As I descended the stairs from the ladies room there he was in the middle of the crowd looking
1982 was the year I saw Jeremy Irons one evening in the foyer at the premiere of Moonlighting. As I descended the stairs from the ladies room there he was in the middle of the crowd looking up at me…I’m sure! (right).
One evening it was an interview with Martin Scorsese up on the huge stage with photographs of his movies up on the screen…one image was of his mother’s living room where all the furniture was covered in plastic and there were plastic runners where you would walk around the room!!!
The interview was great…live up on the stage then there was a commotion at the back of the theatre…someone was coming down the other aisle (yeah…not the one I was sitting on)…it was Robert De Niro!!! He joined the interview talking about working with Martin.
Those days of TIFF I won’t forget.