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Consistency. It’s something that Vancouver designers battle with on a daily basis. Some switch shops more times than they have hot meals, some switch styles faster than superman changes clothes. So it’s nice to know that somewhere up Main Street, the ladies behind Smoking Lilly are holding down the fort.
Having had to disappear to Vegas for work recently, it feels kind of inspiring to write about such a desolate, confusing wasteland of a place.
I love the internet. It may sound daft but for as much self indulgent crap this new media playing field has allowed us to develop, it has also allowed men and women to come together to achieve the sorts of things that were unable to happen before.
I’m beginning to wonder if there’s something in the water here. Either that or if somebody is dosing the coffee of major TV network heads with Vancouver propaganda.
I’m a rivethead at heart. Not your stereotypical industrialist as I lack piercings, the multiple pairs of pvc and leather clothing and a grand appreciation for the work of VnV Nation. I did however cut my teeth as a wee lad writing for industrial magazines, I did cry when I didn’t make it to see Skinny Puppy on their last tour and I can muster a solid dose of misanthropy when need be. I guess I’m a rusty rivethead?
Let’s talk about the Book of Eli for a second. On paper, the combination of the Hughes Brothers, Denzel Washington and Gary Oldman should lead t0 something of a certain quality level. At the end of the film, it does, but it’s not the calibre of actor or direction which left me wanting by the time the film was done.
The beauty of Vancouver is that when I least expect it, it has this tendency to surprise me in all the right ways. The Olympics are coming and I’m already getting sick of the chaos. The cure is always a dose of ambient.
That last bastion of adulthood, American Express, is launching new card for people in their 20s. Finally, a new generation gets to know gets to know the gloriousness that is the seal of approval that is the green and white card. But as Amex lights out for new demographical territory, it cannot continue to do the same things it’s done to draw people in.
It’s an interesting preoccupation being a denizen of an Olympic city. Vancouver has spent the time since it was first announced that we were going to get the 2010 Winter Olympics slowly being covered in the shadow of those Olympic rings and as I sit here only six weeks away, I’m kinda wondering if we’re ever gonna be the same.
A brand new year is upon us and young Canadians thoughts turn to Jack and Sookie (Diane who?) and no this isn’t a John Mellencamp documentary. Read More
First it was Friendster, then it was blogging, then it was Myspace, then Facebook, now Twitter. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little sick of this whole being social thing.
Children of 221B Baker Street unite, you’ve nothing to lose but your pipes, your opium and possibly your lives. The long awaited Sherlock Holmes remake has finally hit the screen and despite the lingering thought that Guy Ritchie might have tried to turn it into a Victorian era version of Snatch, it’s quite a blast.
The fact that the first job I ever had was in a kitchen has had a distinct influence on me over the years. The culinary experience is one that I’ve latched onto in a big way. I shouldn’t have, because as a first job, there likely couldn’t have been one as hellish and as lesson teaching as that. I guess this is why the Food Network and I have the kind of relationship we do.
Robson and Burrard is like the Shibuya Crossing or Oxford Circus of Vancouver, the recognizable hub of a bustling downtown core, wrought with shoppers and families. So it’s a little surprising to find one of the city’s homes for elite street wear tucked away under a sushi restaurant in a spot you’d expect to see the Body Shop or Aldo.
One of Vancouver’s darkest secrets is slowly getting out, infamous athletic/yoga wear providers