The most promising location for the university’s first station at the intersection of University Boulevard and West Mall is already being prepped for development.
Garden Jams, a collaboration event between Blank Vinyl Project and Roots on the Roof, was a better-than-usual night for students to wax poetics while gazing at the sunset as some quiet acoustic tunes rang out in the summer breeze.
I judged the servings at the Fifth Annual UBC Chef Challenge based on my preferences, their creativity in flavour, texture, presentation and most importantly, how the meal and drink as a whole tasted and complimented each other.
Having been a resident of Vancouver for the past three odd years, I’ve remained woefully ignorant of its local music scene. Early one evening, I dragged a couple friends downtown and got lost around East Hastings.
To begin the night, Parrott addressed the backlash from her fan-base by explaining that the more hostile and hyperbolic of her followers passed around half-truths on twitter accusing her of raising money for “a Nazi event,” but also saying that this group was simply a loud minority.
Organized by March On Vancouver, the demonstration began with speeches on Jack Poole plaza before making a short circuit through downtown.
Pizza — one of college life’s laziest and greatest last resorts, second only to ramen. Its place in our daily life is so omnipresent that it was ultimately inevitable that some pretentious culture writer would take the time out of his week to overthink how important it is.
Overall, it was a very pleasant evening — the first hour or so of the lineup was full of skilled singers and musicians that set the mood nicely with well-done acoustic covers.
Two years ago, Sean Baker broke out of the indie scene into the mainstream spotlight with Tangerine; a dirty, abrasive and hilarious quest through the streets of a West Hollywood’s red-light district.
As an avid fan of the growing video essay industry it gives me great pleasure to say that one of its most passionate and long running creators, Kogonada, has made an admirable transition to feature film in his pleasant little debut, Columbus.
Straight from the opening shot, The Red Turtle tosses us into the blue, immersed in the violent, overwhelming moving-tapestry of a storm. It is here we meet our nameless protagonist, who soon washes ashore a small deserted island.