Thursday, March 31, 2011



DEMOLITION — MARCH 2011
(former home of architect and educator Abraham Rogatnick, 1923-2009)

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


IL DUCE REDUX
(courtesy of Photoshop 7)

Friday, March 25, 2011


IPHONE MEETS THRIFT STORE (WEST BROADWAY)

Thursday, March 17, 2011


HOKUSAI — THE GREAT WAVE OFF KANAGAWA (BETWEEN 1830-33)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011


CORDOVA HOUSE RESIDENT — 2001

Sunday, March 6, 2011


BY BERNIE LYON — MARCH 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Monday, February 21, 2011


(click to enlarge)

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


BY BERNIE LYON — 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011


BY BERNIE LYON — 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


SHOES ON SIDEWALK

Saturday, January 29, 2011


MEMORY

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


JERICHO ARMED FORCES BASE

Saturday, January 22, 2011


EAST VAN — 2011

Monday, January 17, 2011


I don't really like these shots that ultimately mean nothing, except a peephole into historical "texture."
But what the hell.

Sunday, January 16, 2011


INDIAN ARM

Thursday, January 13, 2011


HIGH WATER — JANUARY 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011


BC SECURITIES BUILDING — WEST PENDER

Monday, January 3, 2011

Thursday, December 30, 2010


DEAS SLOUGH

Saturday, December 25, 2010


REIFEL SANCTUARY — DECEMBER 2010

Friday, December 24, 2010

Saturday, December 18, 2010


Santa -- an anagram of Satan.
Evil is everywhere and protean, ever reinventing itself in forms as various as reality television, Madonna's new clothing line and, of course, Oprah Winfrey.
Anyone who happened to see her recent "Oprah's Favorite Things" show would have to agree. She was giving things away to her packed studio audience. The gifts weren't cheap and there were enough of them to dole out to each and every person in the audience, which was made up almost invariably of women.
An army of FedEx elves trouped in with Santa hats and cartons of stuff, the cheapest of which appeared to be an electric grill and it just went up from there.
It was the last word in decadence. The audience went berserk. There was weeping and wild screaming. Greed had transformed everything, even sexual demarcation because people were making out willy nilly, it didn't seem to matter with whom.
Beneath the folksy drawl and the illusion that she's just like you and me, Oprah is a truly scary woman. It's bad enough that her so-called book club has made her a player in the business of literary taste-making. She's had political clout too, of course, since Obama probably couldn't have been elected to the American presidency without her. Suddenly race had become a commodity as marketable as anything else.
Much the same thing has happened to gays and lesbians, the trade-off of more tolerance and leaving marginality being a drop into the tyrannical vortex of the market and mainstream culture. In other words, insult by homogenization.
In a previous show, Oprah took the whole studio audience to Australia to see Hugh Jackman. The final gift on the most recent show was a seven-day tropical cruise on the world's biggest ocean liner. There was a momentary intake of breath, then the ravishment and shrieking began. The camera turned to Oprah, beaming with casual celebrity, her expression beyond smug, as sure of her place as Cleopatra.
—Lloyd Dykk