Yes-yes! No-no!

25 July 2018 – So here we are in the trendy Yaletown neighbourhood of downtown Vancouver.

Yes-yes! cries the sidewalk sign. Bring in your beloved Fifi, bedeck her with jewels…

And, right next door, an equally upmarket residential complex, with its own signage.

No-no! it cries …

Wrap Fifi’s neck in rhinestones if you must, but tell her to cross her legs until you get home.

 

Mea Culpa

I thought I had two copies of Sally’s photo of Frances & me disappearing around the bend in Burns Bog, which I used as lead image for the previous post.

No-no! (to borrow a phrase…) Frances took a near-identical photo of Sally & me, at another bend in the boardwalk.

I used Frances’ photo, but with Sally’s title.

Yes-yes!

Beaks, Boasts, & Bums

13 April 2018 – Out there on Commercial Drive near East 4th, I’m tempted to step under the Canterbury Tales awning to check out the new & used books crowding the window display.

Zadie Smith’s Swing Time, perhaps? Or the Vegetarian Flavour Bible? Or milk and honey? Or — by contrast — a peek into White House Fire and Fury?

Ummmmm, maybe step into the store instead.

I brave the awning no-go zone, protective hat firmly on head, and look up.

Roosting pigeon, all right.

And it’s not the beak-end you need to worry about.

Never mind!  on to a no-worries boast!

Is that Vancouver coffee, or what?

(I’d credit the café if I’d been attentive enough to note its name. So prowl W. Hastings just east of Cambie, and find it for yourself. Sorry.)

I discovered that yoga-loving coffee enroute the SFU Goldcorp Centre for the Arts.

Inside, heading for the staircase to the jazz/tap discussion I mentioned last post, I pause to watch people starting to set up a student art exhibit.

Materials piled up all over the place. Including right here, immediately through the glass in this primary display window.

Bums, glorious bums!

Please tell me it’s not just a pile of materials. I so want this to be an art installation, exactly as is.

Snap-Happy on Queen

23 April 2017 – I’m still swooning around Toronto, noticing things with a keener eye now that I shall not be living here & therefore can no longer take them for granted.

During this walk along Queen St. West, for example — nothing capital-S Significant, but all quietly significant to me.

Garage art down Cayley Lane just south of Grange Park, for example …

the garage door bright & probably fairly recently painted, but just one component in a total “urban installation” that also includes a scrawled-upon fence, some older low-level brick attached homes, & a soaring new glass condo tower as well.

Back onto Queen, over to Peter St., and yes! that funny frieze of street art still decorates one top edge of the corner brick building that, at street level, has long housed the Peter Pan Bistro.

Another bit of familiar street art in this neighbourhood, over by Soho: the dead tree stump that Elicser turned into street-sculpture years ago, and still refreshes from time to time.

I always look for the latest version — and this time literally clap my hands in delight.  Construction is underway right next to the sidewalk, and each city tree is carefully boxed, to prevent damage.

So is Elicser’s “tree”!

I love it, I love it.

Eyes up, more high-level artwork, this one new to me.

Low-level now, and why do I show it to you?

It’s vandalized, dirty, & the relic of another technological time.

Well I don’t know, but it snags my attention even so, there’s something about a phone-shape sculpture to encase a phone, even if only the smallest fragments of the physical phone still exist.

Exuberance & jollity a bit farther west, over by Spadina. Not new, but always delightful.

It’s another mad exercise in geometry & spatial relationships, courtesy of Birdo.

I veer left (south, that is) into Rush Lane, aka Graffiti Alley; also aka Rant Alley, since this is where CBC-TV’s Rick Mercer famously films his rants. (South of Queen, parallel to Queen, roughly between Portland & Spadina, if you want to visit it yourself.)

Year over year, the artwork morphs & evolves, coming & going, some images untouched, others repainted, yet others palimpsest. I’ve been here lots, it is slightly different every time. And … or … what I happen to notice is slightly different every time.

I’ve seen this doorway Poser bunny before, of course, but today I take near-curatorial delight in its “installation”: neatly tucked into its own niche, framed all around by other murals, with a final visual/spatial punch from the indigo wheelies.

Queen St. again, and sidewalk signs. This one is out of date, but it startles me into hiccupping giggles, even so.

One more sign.

Not for a café, as you will immediately appreciate. It’s for a denim shop — what’s more, for the best denim shop in the city. Says the website. (Their Vancouver website makes the same claim.)

First, I pick up on the pun.

Then I pick up on the skinny jeans [sic] walking into frame, right on cue.

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