I don’t know what I did to deserve this rad picture Danforth France drew of me, but I’m superfuckingstoked about it.
Anna’s birthday was pretty fantastic. It featured floor hockey (which Anna did in her heels, of course), presents and ongoing jokes that kept her cackling the whole night, shit tons of snacks and booze, interpretive dance and full-on ninja displays with hockey sticks (which I was very good at until I suddenly wasn’t good at it and now ouch I have a little bump on my head today - but it’s party tax, right?), a few puffs on the balcony overlooking the Woodwards courtyard, a few rounds of vodka shots, and shortly after, some dudes shotgunning beers. You can pack a lot of good times in that 5000 square foot loft with my bikini designing BFF and her pals on her birthday.
The Vancouver Canucks’ Alex Burrows and his wife had their first child less than 24 after he won Game 7 in Round 1 against the Blackhawks.
They named the little girl Victoria… which also happens to be the capital city of British Columbia. Class all the way.
The beautiful but deadly women of Marwencol. Photo: Mark Hogancamp
A wedding takes place in front of strung-up S.S. infantry. Topless women bathe in a river and are discovered by a Nazi soldier. What appear to be oddball scenes from World War II staged with action figures are actually one man’s attempt to rebuild his life.
These images come from the mind of Mark Hogancamp, who was beaten and repeatedly kicked in the head by five men outside a bar in Kingston, New York eleven years ago. The attack was so brutal that afterwards his mother Edda did not recognize him. When Hogancamp emerged from a 9-day coma, he had no language, he could not walk and he could not eat without assistance.
For twelve months, the ex-Navy man received state-sponsored physical and occupational therapy and regained many of his motor skills. Without medical insurance, however, Hogancamp was soon unable to afford the treatments. Lacking conventional rehabilitation, Hogancamp devised his own, unknowingly embarking on an art project that would be featured in high-profile exhibits and make him the subject of a hit indie documentary.
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THIS. MOVIE. IS. AMAAAAAAAAAZING. So emosh, so surprising, sooo wonderful.
played 120 times
Mike Watt - hammering-castle-bird-man
It’s a little hard to explain, but seeing Mike Watt last week — he was onstage and kicking into hyphenated-man less than two minutes after he walked into the Mercury Lounge — captured something essential about Watt that has a lesson for us all: just smile, get up there, and do it. Joyous.
I think my friend Eric is supporting Watt on one of the local legs of his tour. Pretty fucking stoked for him.
Introducing (again) my bestfriend/roomate/parnter in
crime life Clinton with our new friend Jeneen. They stopped by the gallery/studion yesterday to check out the Sarah’s show and some of my work.
Be warned, if you decide to come by I will take your photo.
564 Beatty st.
Come at me bro.
Please, by all means, do go at him. Vancouver’s visual art scene is just as exciting as our music scene, and you know how I feel about that. Congrats, Grskie!
Off to do some errands before dinner with Jean-Georges tonight.
Yes, that Jean-Georges.
So. Fucking. Excited.