It may not have the street cred as nearby Show & Tell or LE Gallery, but this contemporary art gallery on Dundas West continues to impress with strong mixed media and photography exhibits since it opened at the corner of Palmerston at the beginning of the year.

Read my profile of One 800 Gallery in the gallery section.

In a back alley near Bloor and Ossington, a new space for art and technology collaboration has recently surfaced. Behind a bright red door in a structure that looks like a modified coach house, members and students gather for exhibitions, community projects and workshops like how to create lo-fi music from old-school Gameboys or introduction to electronics.

Read my profile of Site 3 coLaboratory in the gallery section.

There's something happening in Corktown. First a vintage store opened, then a music one and now a couple of art galleries have surfaced in the dilapidated stretch of Queen east of Sherbourne. Could this be first signs of a neighbourhood revival? This new gallery located above the Seaton Butcher Shop hopes so.

Read my review of Butcher Gallery in the gallery section.

Outfitted with a 100 year old work bench and an antique-style popcorn machine, this new gallery at the corner of Queen and Palmerston is home to not only contemporary art shows (the current one is very Jean Michel Basquiat) but also events like Yoga Happenings and guerrilla dinner parties.

Find out more in my profile of Elyse George Gallery in the galleries section.

Yoga isn't exactly an activity associated with clandestine meetups and social media but a new organization called Yoga Happening just might change that. Yoga Happening is a new and unique yoga studio in Toronto: it has no walls, no schedule and no permanent instructor. Yoga classes are organized exclusively through its twitter feed and Facebook group and the details are only released one or two hours before the class start time. The goal is for yogis, from novice to advanced, to lose their attachments to teacher, studio, or place.

Winnipeg-born filmmaker, Guy Maddin, may seem like an odd fit for a column devoted to Torontonians, but few people know that Mr. Maddin has flirted with living in the city for years. Being a true Canadian, however, the self-deprecating Maddin won't lay claim to either city as his own. Like his poetic films, which refuse to commit to one time or place, the internationally acclaimed director hovers between -- or beyond -- municipal boundaries.