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okayfine:

I ventured to meet my friend’s son, Ford, in the hospital. I made him a stuffed “F” and accompanying “ord” cube. The cube can also be rotated to reflect Ford’s mood.

jillsies:

Mr. Rennie is bringing his vastly expanded contemporary-art collection – thousands of pieces that experts say form one of the best private contemporary-art holdings in the world – to the east side, a place where he says his kind of art belongs. “The Downtown Eastside is marginalized, and a lot of what I have is about marginalization, oppression and resistance,” Mr. Rennie said as he walked through construction chaos a few days before opening.

In a move that meshes perfectly with Mr. Rennie’s interest in history and appropriation, the site of his museum is the 120-year-old Wing Sang building, where generations of early Chinese pioneers lived and operated their businesses.

He will open the museum to the public – once a week (Thursdays according to the Vancouver Sun) by appointment is the plan for the moment – but won’t charge admission. And he said the profits from his next five to 10 years of real-estate work will go to establishing a foundation to maintain the museum. He estimates it will take about 15 years to show everything he has collected, one exhibit at a time.

(via His Brave New World - The Globe and Mail & Bob Rennie’ Private Art Museum Opens in Chinatown’s Oldest Building)

blownspeakers:

areminder:

The Noughties - A Decade of Lost Species

onwyn:

GPOYW… Montreal Vacation edition.

Photo by sean

Whoa…time for a donut.

heidinagtegaal:

Because she’s back!  Nothing like some Star Magazines and some HBNDS to keep you company, and some super juicy THs after 5 days of eating nothing…

benettistyle:

Back from the brink after only being given a 999/1000 chance of survival!

I’m back from my 6 day stay at St. Paul’s for an emergency gall bladder removal. Not fun. Highlights included waiting 6 hours in emergency before being given any pain meds and having my hand swell up like a balloon. My IV came out of vein and all the fluid went into my hand which looked like a rubber glove full of hot air. I thought it was just another morphine hallucination but I did infact have a real case of Mickey Mouse hand. I thought morphine was supposed to be incredible but it made me paranoid and only chipped away at my unbearable pain. Next time Demoral. I don’t mind if my story inspires you. Go out in the world and live people, LIVE! Also bring me food, DVD’s and tabloids (perferably British) because I’m still crippled.

fuckyeahtattoos:

My Mermaid Tail… work in progress by Paul Tynes at The Fall Tattooing in Vancouver, B.C.

Submitted by Onwyn

cameronr:

murketing:

Carved Magazines by Nate Page - PSFK