I was sad to hear that Bruno Franco has died. He was one of the first friends Christine and I made when we moved to Toronto. He lived in the then-mysterious Junction, had a house full of great art, and he looked like a punk wolverine. He was one of the coolest people we’ve ever met, and one of the most genuine and generous.
He was also a great contractor. When we moved back to the city, he built my studio, and he made our home a better place to live in. When I look around my house, I see Bruno everywhere.
Goodbye, Bruno. You will be missed.