If you want to see the results of Capilano University’s Studio Art program, now is the time. This year’s Capilano University Studio Art Grad Show will be the last.
Boca del Lupo’s Micro Performance Series presents The Chop Theatre’s Through the Gaze of a Navel at Granville Island’s Anderson Street Space (1405 Anderson Street) from April 23 to 27.
Through the Gaze of a Navel is a performance in the form of a yoga class that audience members can either participate in or observe. The performance is led by Emelia Symington Fedy, a woman who has consumed every new-age pop-psych medicine she could get her hands on. During Through the Gaze of a Navel, Fedy asks “the big questions” while guiding participants through a yoga class suitable for people of all levels. The performance runs 45 minutes.
FUSE: A Terrible Beauty takes place at the Vancouver Art Gallery (750 Hornby Street) on Friday (April 25) from 8 p.m. to 1 a.m. FUSE brings together one-of-a-kind experimental art, music, live performance all at one party.
First off, this accident happened two weeks ago—April 4—at the intersection of 15th Avenue and South Granville Street. It’s taken me that long to get the photos which were taken by a friend (thank you).
At first glance, this photo made me think of how many times as a cyclist I’ve taken my eyes off the traffic around me to gawk at the advertising in the window of La Vie en Rose—I don’t know why, I don’t even wear a bra.
The point of impact on the sedan was on the passenger side. I’m told the collision occurred during the morning rush on South Granville; that the sedan somehow interacted with a truck and, like a billiard ball, came to a rest on the sidewalk a few inches shy of kissing the building.
On April 15, at a Vancouver School Board meeting discussing proposed budget cuts, Roger Cole, principal oboist for the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra, read a statement on behalf of Maestro Bramwell Tovey, music director for the VSO. The statement is reproduced in full here.
The 2014 DOXA Documentary Film Festival takes place May 2 to 11 at various Vancouver venues. This year, film screenings will take place at the Vancity Theatre (1181 Seymour Street), Cinematheque (1131 Howe Street), Rio Theatre (1660 East Broadway Street), and Vancouver Playhouse (600 Dunsmuir Street).
This year’s DOXA festival will feature over 90 films and 78 screenings, taking audiences into the unknown—from encounters with mountain gorillas to cartoon ponies and the men who love them, wild boars, roller derby girls, young agrarians, and stick insects.
What’s the capacity of the Rickshaw Theatre? Six-hundred-and-fifty, or so? That’s roughly how many horny people walked out after Goat’s performance in Vancouver last night (April 15). I hope the orgies commenced in all corners of the city.
Goat, if you don’t know, is a “collective” hailing from that noted centre of voodoo magic, northern Sweden. The music is a kind of afro-psyche hybrid if it was distilled through the roughest parts of Detroit in 1975 (ie. not northern Sweden). But more importantly, Goat is all goofy costumes and masks with the heaviest sex-cult vibe this side of Yahowha 13 and the Source Family. Only the music’s better, even if the set-opener “Goatman” (was it? I was drunk) came off more technically impressive than heat-inducing.
Let’s face it: 3 p.m. is the cruellest time of the workday. The morning latte has worn off, and the post-lunch crash has you staggering around like an extra from a George A. Romero flick. That’s why, each weekday at 3:01 p.m., we present you with a video hand-picked to kick-start your heart. If the following clip doesn’t bring you temporarily back to life and help get you through the rest of the afternoon, chances are you’re dead inside.
Today’s offering: Chances are, like us, Christmas has left you so goddamn bankrupt, you are now reduced to being a window shopper. Not only that, you're standing on the street mad as fuck, looking at all the shit you can't buy. If so, this one is for you, even though Curtis Jackson doesn't seem overly sympathetic to your plight.
A wise person once noted that the truly fortunate on this earth have twigged into the fact that it’s better to collect experiences than things. When you are sitting around with friends at the bar, or people you’ve just met at a party, no one wants to hear the tale of how you bought a 92-inch flatscreen plasma television on Boxing Day.
The story of how you spent 24 hours on the Mekong Delta wrangling snakes, hi-fiving barefoot kids on passing fishing boats, and drinking home-made rice whiskey with a dude who looked like Kill Bill’s Pai Mei, however? Gold, and not just because that experience will help you instantly connect with others who are also happiest when anywhere but home.