Living my life the way that I do has had several regrettable side effects. One of these is my description of the past being either “a while ago” or “yesterday.” Sometime, between a while ago and yesterday, a website, “Tales From A Bar Stool“, popped up on my radar. It was filled with usually humorous, […]
We’re on course for the coldest June on record. It’s feeling like fall. Generally speaking, spring and fall are the major fashion moments of the year. Friday was a weird day because it looked like the Vancouverites in Yaletown were dressing for both. Below are the photos I took over half and hour, Friday afternoon.
I was invited to The Rio Theatre for “Cheeky Tiki Luau: Scout Boutique Retro Fashion Show, Tropical Party, and Pop-up Shop”. Taking my shoes off at the beach is about as “tropical” as I get. When I saw on the invite that “Aloha and tropical wear is STRONGLY encouraged, vintage or not just make it island […]
Of the three pictures below, two are by world-famous, professional fashion/street photographers. One is by a young, local photographer who wishes to join their ranks. I think she deserves to have her work seen on the scale of the other three. Follow the link at the end to see if you can help her get there. Cheers, BSC […]
I prowl your streets. Sometimes alone, sometimes in the pack, but always howling. I both love and violate you with ink and film, kisses and urine. I have seen your beauty and photographed your gaping wounds. Sometimes my love for you makes me nauseous, afraid. But it is love all the same. Advertisements
Pour sex down the barrels of an old double Winchester then fire it out the window of a ’67 Chevy travelling at 120mph. No joke. The Vancouver Chinese Lion Dance Team: Miss Cherry OnTop: Manda Stroyer: Lola Frost: Miss Mia Rose and Dapper Dan (somewhere Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is laughing his genius head off): Calamity […]
Originally scrawled in unreadable prose while riding the 253 westward… The fact that she could most likely smell me before she saw me was probably little solace to ******* when she woke up this morning. It was, however, of some comfort to me. To describe her as bashful would be an outright lie, but there […]