Vancouver Biennale: So, No Ado About Spelling?

Either in spite of or due to my wholehearted pursuit and support of artistic initiatives, I found this installation by Toni Latour at the Brighouse Skytrain Station in Richmond personally insulting to my integrity as an artist and a writer, as well as a member of the community taking it in on an introspective level:

Did you spot it?

You reap what you sew.

Maybe she means, you rip what you sew, as in, you did a bad job lining up the pattern markers and had to start over.  Drat, take better care next time.  Quite literally, you can’t argue with this sentence in that if you are skilled in making clothes, you enjoy the benefits of your deft hand with fashionable new clothes every weekend.

But I’m pretty sure the idiom here should be “You reap what you sow,” as in, you will harvest the benefits of the seeds which you plant.

I thought of potential justifications: perhaps this was an angle, artist subbing homophonous words within the cliches, thereby putting a new spin on these age-old adages.  But this was the sole error in the piece, so that theory was out.  I consider how many stages and eyes this work must have passed through, and yet no one caught the mistake.  How is this possible?

Toni Latour is a long-time artist who developed this piece, Homage to Parenthood, which reflects 100 popular cultural sayings parents often use to teach their children, as part of the Vancouver Biennale, whose mandate is to install and celebrate public art of many forms within community spaces and encourage discussion and education around those works.

…the artist edited and ordered the sayings in a poetic fashion, considering literary flow and sometimes considering narrative connection between each line.  Once her list was complete, Latour entered the 100 lines of text into Photoshop and hand selected each colour to replicate the colour spectrum of a rainbow.

-Vancouver Biennale

I once worked as a production and development assistant in film; part of my job was to read script submissions, write coverage (basically ‘grade’ them in a one page summary), and pass them on to my superiors.  Nothing less than an impeccable review from me would reach their eyes.  And any time I received a script with grammar, spelling, or other lazy errors it went immediately in my trash can.  This is your livelihood, your dream, your passion.  Take the time for a g-damn edit, people.  Anything less than that is an absolute insult to the people who do.

The 2009-2011 Biennale comes to a close this week, after which wealthy art enthusiasts and investors can bid on any of the pieces within the catalogue.  Monies collected from this auction will go towards funding the next Biennale – which is unarguably an integral part of our culture and community.  I just hope more attentive eyes examine the work they are showcasing next time around.

kdon by Kim Cathers Fashion Installation at Guilt & Co.

A few months ago my good buddy Kim Cathers of kdon asked a few of her best girls to participate in a fashion/lifestyle installation for Guilt & Co’s weekly ‘Brick and Mortar’ show.  There’s something forever memorable that happens when you mix a group of close girlfriends who have way too much fun together with a few glasses of wine and amazing clothes – and Kim decided to try and project this magical scenario on stage rather than go with a boring old fashion show.

kdon’s lifestyle installation pieces – her friends

Terri Potratz and Kim Cathers, stylist extraordinare

We were transformed into mod foxes thanks to Halstyn makeup:

Once on stage, there was no script to guide us.  The plot was, we’re at one of our houses, getting ready and goofing off as we usually do.  Updating on boys, laughing over text messages, helping one another find that perfect outfit while simultaneously fighting over who gets to borrow what accessories that night.

We each had a few changes throughout the show (many of which took place on stage as we fussed over scarves, accessories, and shoes), which lasted about 1o or so minutes total.  It was great fun – with a finale that saw us all come out in the same dress and have a walk-off to see who gets to wear it out that night.  I settled my score on stage with RPS.  But true to our style, there were no losers in the end.

This was an amazing night that allowed 5 ‘normal’ girls to celebrate friendship and style, friendship in style. Had Kim not come up with this excellent idea, we surely would have embarrassed her with awkward model imitations down a runway, but this new concept of an installation really brings personality and fun into otherwise boring events.  Thanks for letting us be a part of it Kimmy.

All of these amazing photographs are credited to Heather McConnell.

Tame Impala: 14 Going on 40

horrible mobile photo by: me

It’s really hard to diss a band that’s got the psychedelic vibe of Pink Floyd, the riff skills of Led Zep, and the respectful reference to more modern bands that have flourished from the same seeds of reference over the decades.  Yet Tame Impala, much adored psych rockers from Australia who received a lot of hype for their first album, Innerspeaker, left me with a case of the yawns tonight at the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver.

Don’t get me wrong, they did everything right.  Too right.  Sounded great, close enough to the album but with an edge of in-the-moment, garage-inspired jamming.  Didn’t detract too far from the record, but enough live improv to earn respect from the headbangers.  Songs perfectly streamlined and without boundary effectively prevented them from speaking outside of lyric for the first hour of the show.  Looking so much like 14 year old garage band stoners that had been around the block enough times to pass for their 30’s or so that I had to blink my eyes a number of times to assure myself that I was seeing them correctly.  Time warped teenagers. Either they’re young enough to be shy, or old enough to not give a fuck about audience rapport; that I still couldn’t answer you.

Right as I realized an actual word hadn’t been spoken this entire time and steam was about to come pouring out of my ears, Kevin Parker uttered a “thank you.”  I almost keeled over in shock.  Words, conveyed – what a concept.  Went further to say that they don’t do encores, so when they play their last song, that’ll be it.  That I can’t argue with…I would certainly do the same if I ever got a gig as, say, a percussionist or something in a band (not that I’m capable, or interested in that at all or anything), and had the austere authority of a lead vocalist slash guitarist to make such calls.

But at the end of a day, this is live music.  It’s a performance.  Played out by members of a band who are entitled, nay, obligated, to play out their part of the melodrama, drive the point of their lyrics home through action and raw emotion played out night after night without hesitation.  Flail about, be drunk and disorderly if that’s what it takes.  Remember, you’re artists.

Anything less is an utter bore, barely worth comparison to my speakers at home when they’re turned up to 11.  At least here I can supply the emotion.

Best Coffee in Vancouver East

Adam Bogner photo

The Dunlevy Snack Bar opened a few months ago and not only has delicious coffee, but home-cooked lunch specials and pastries baked fresh daily – plus a fantastic selection of books for you to peruse and borrow for the duration of your stay.  The decor is bright, minimalist, with furniture that reminds me of being in school, but cool school where you actually want to read and learn and take notes.

The Sunday brunches are something to write home about – cheap at only $9 (a steal compared to other bruncheries in the area), open to singles who want to eat and meet new people, and on weekly from 11-3pm.

433 Dunlevy at Hastings, and don’t forget your notebook.

Ayrcan photo

The Wilder Snail is in the heart of Strathcona nestled on the corner of Keefer and Hawks alongside heritage houses, McLean park, and freshly turned gardens.  Their patio tables get the most glorious morning sunshine, and the scenery is all green grass and flowers in bloom – it’s a bit surreal when coming from the grime of Oppenheimer Park, not 10 minutes away.  I’ll be back to rifle through their shelves of local, organic & seasonal groceries, and soak up some more of those morning rays.

Thanks to Vancouver is Awesome for tipping me off to this shop, where I picked up what looked to be their last copy of The Man Game by Lee Henderson for the VIA Book Club.  Apparently Lee wrote this book in one of the apartments upstairs.  Neat.

799 Keefer

These finds by no means exclude other coffee shops in the area, but they are two of my favourite new joints within the 15 minute walking radius around my apartment.  Leave me a comment if you’ve got more recommendations in the DTES/Strathcona areas!




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