Sunday, August 30, 2009


MAIN AT SOUTHWEST MARINE DRIVE — AUGUST 2009
BY LEE BACCHUS

Friday, August 28, 2009


DREAMS OF 1949 (38TH AVENUE, OAK TO WILLOW) — 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


RESIDENT, NEW WORLD HOTEL (POWELL & DUNLEVY) — 2002
BY LEE BACCHUS

Monday, August 24, 2009


WILLINGDON NO.2 — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Saturday, August 22, 2009


WITNESS (CHINATOWN) — FEBRUARY 2001
BY LEE BACCHUS

Thursday, August 20, 2009


SOMERVILLE LANEWAY — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


STARSZONE BEAUTY SALON (WEST BROADWAY) — 2009
BY LEE BACCHUS

Sunday, August 16, 2009


DUNBAR — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Friday, August 14, 2009


VIC'S RESTAURANT (MAIN STREET) — 2006
BY LEE BACCHUS

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


DUNBAR CARPORT — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Monday, August 10, 2009


CLEVELAND DAM (NORTH VANCOUVER DISTRICT) — AUGUST 2009
BY LEE BACCHUS

Sunday, August 9, 2009


36TH & CONNAUGHT — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Friday, August 7, 2009


FANTASY GARDEN WORLD (RICHMOND) — 2009
BY LEE BACCHUS
(See my slideshow and story — Final Fantasy — in today's TYEE

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


36TH & WILLOW (THIRD IN A SERIES) — AUGUST 2009
BY BERNIE LYON

Monday, August 3, 2009



Why I like Critical Mass.
I like the double meaning. Critical mass, yes, as in particle physics. But also "critical," as in accusatory, and "mass" as in the masses.
So, it is, a critique of mass consent. Of officaldom.
Which is why it elicits so much toxic commentary from the paying public. The tax-paying public. The officials and their serfs, the masses, the very un-silent majority who take it for granted that the their world is defined and dominated by an asphalt grid.
Yes, CM comprises many assholes. Arrogant, narcissistic, naive, holier than thou, and many of them in — egads! — dreadlocks. I confess I am an obsessive lycra-clad road cyclist (300 km per week) but when I was driving along Cornwall recently, I came up behind a conspicuously oblivious pair riding side by side monopolizing a whole lane, and backing up traffic for a block behind them, and I was pissed.
Honking was futile. These are perhaps the stereotypical, but not exclusive, CM riders.
But the participants are not the point. It is the thing, the concept, the idea of CM that means something. That is what I like about it. It is one part civil disobedience and many more parts something approaching — dare I say it — art.
"But if they want to change things then this (CM) is only going to antagonize people," drones the conventional wisdom. And yes, it's true. But good art is not about social activism. It is about the lawless and uncontainable nature of experience. It is often distressing and "in your face."
The very reasons CM is pissed upon by car drivers and other cranky types emerges as its most salient point. It cruises outside of sanctioned culture. It has not gone through "channels." It is anarchist in an almost authentic way (but not in the politically activist way the "anarchist" members of CM see themselves). It defines itself not through the "law" or through the tyranny of the majority. It pisses people off. Like graffiti, it is a reclamation project, an end run around social consent. It is out of bounds.
If Critical Mass amounts to anything good, it is because it is anything but "mass."
LB

Saturday, August 1, 2009


ALBERTA & SIXTH (SECOND IN A SERIES) — JULY 2009
BY BERNIE LYON