May 15, 1967
Vancouver artist George Norris displays his winning entry, The Crab, in contest to choose $40,000 showpiece for Planetarium.
Photograph by: Ken Oakes, Vancouver Sun
-I’d submit this with a “places I’ve been drunk at” tag, but I think we can just go ahead and get the forms printed with that one already filled in. (Fun party, though.)
Good Luck Art Gallery is an artist-run commercial outlet for presentation and experimentation located on the edge of Chinatown in Vancouver, British Columbia.
It is our goal to provide an exciting retail space to connect young artists with new collectors and appreciators. Rather than seeking donations from the public, we promise to provide quality artwork at a reasonable price. Consider it a ‘mom and pop shop’ for art in Vancouver.
Foregoing the traditional models of an art gallery, Good Luck will change the art on the walls daily, while keeping stock of everything we show. In the case you want to see previously shown art again, we will bring it back out for you to see. We also take requests.
Good Luck is a short-term experiment and will only exist in this space for 3 months. September-November 2012. Our grand opening celebration will take place on the evening of SWARM13, Chinatown edition, Friday September 7th, 8pm. Please refer to our twitter account for our hours of operation and daily events: @goodluckart
Please come and join the conversation located at 243 Union St.
Featured artists include but are not limited to:
- Randy Grskovic
- Andy Dixon
- Zoe Pawlak
- Christian Nicolay
- Chris Von Zsombathy
- Jessica Bell
- Sarah Gee
- Ben Frey
- David Semeniuk
- Ben Skinner
- Ed Spence
- David Zilber
Choose Your Poison:
Yay Randy! Reblogging for signal boost.
BBQ good times with pals in the burbs.
Calgary Stampede: A defiant last stand of the politically incorrect
Once a more modest agricultural show, the festival is now best known for artery-killing, deep-fried sweet and salt, daisy dukes, sex, over-drinking, a post-party spike in divorce rates, exploitation of animals for amusement and profit, absence of safety gear, and a gratuitous over-use of stereotypical cowboy-and-Indian imagery — including an eponymous Indian village that the Indians won’t rename.
Stampede is the last stand, a glorious festival in defiance of an otherwise inoffensive country drunk on political correctness.
The only question lingering is how long it can last. (Photos: Calgary Herald; Canadian Press; Getty Images)
Gonzo travel destinations, part 100.
Behold, the town of my birth, y’all. You can take the girl out of Cowtown, but you can’t take Cowtown out of the girl!
Love this pic of me and former Attorney General Wally Oppal from an event last week. We met back when I was editing Terminal City… such a sweet guy.
[pic: Danica Jeffery/Notable.ca]
Club Versailles, 1974
Digital C-print mounted on Dibond aluminum
59 1/2 x 89 1/4 inches (151.1 x 226.7 cm)
Edition of 5
Jockstrap dude is readier than you are to stick his dick in any mashed potatoes that should happen to become available.
We toasted his 90th birthday with rum and cokes, because that’s how my gramps and I roll.
The Burmese Mountain Dog quotient at the Hendricks Gin party I attended earlier this week was appealingly high.
This big fella’s name was Huxley, and he was an utter delight.
With my aforementioned Booze Brother Jonesy (Canada’s top bartender FOREALZ), at the glamorous Tales of the Cocktail opening night “1930s Hollywood”-themed party, wearing my pal Erin’s granny’s vintage velvet dress, and my own granny’s vintage gloves.
(Pic: Albert Yee)
Happy Valentine’s Day errybody*!
*The box in this picture does not belong to yours truly… I discovered it at a bus stop as I walked home last night. I grabbed it because of the awesomely hilarious photo tableau I knew it would make when paired with the roses I got to take home from the fancy Hendrick’s Gin party I was at last night. (I haven’t even mentioned the unforgettable dinner I had before that. E.GAD.)
And now I’m sipping classic Colonial punch, including a Stone Fence (so named because you’ll feel like you hit one after a few drinks) and a Pineapple Syllabub that were part of the cocktail seminar I just attended. Biding my time because there’s yet another party later… called - appropriately for today - the “Bitter Bash”, sponsored by Campari.
Tales of the Cocktail has completely cured my distaste for Valentine’s Day.
My hand-delivered VIP invitation to Tales of the Cocktail’s Hendrick’s Gin party on Monday night included a bottle of gin, a rose and a cucumber!
YES, I MADE THEM DELIVER IT TO ME AT A BAR, BECAUSE I AM THAT AWESOME.