FISHEYE: Boomtown Bob
Bob Geldof was waiting around in the lobby of his downtown hotel this afternoon, and was gracious enough to consent to a photo. He’s down here in Austin, Texas at SXSW (South by Southwest Music + Film + Interactive Conference), doing a keynote panel yesterday lamenting the sorry state of our gadget-lusting culture. Our regular […]
FISHEYE: Photo of the Day
One of the nice things about flying out of Edmonton is your plane always gets a shower first, making it presentable for its trip. Our regular photo of the day (potd) feature from Fish Griwkowsky is a visual diary and memoir of his life in and out of the city.
FISHEYE: (3D) Photo of the Day, Pt.2
Another red/cyan stereoscopic image, this one taken at Observatory optical shop on Whyte. A constant with 3D photos is to have them look good regardless of the glasses. Our regular photo of the day (potd) feature from Fish Griwkowsky is a visual diary and memoir of his life in and out of the city.
FISHEYE: (3D) Photo of the Day
Living where we do, it’s not entriely unusual to come across a nice box of antlers and bison jaws. If you have red/cyan 3D glasses, put them on and look at this. Our regular photo of the day (potd) feature from Fish Griwkowsky is a visual diary and memoir of his life in and out […]
FISHEYE: Pho-D’OH! of the Day
Is it just us, or does this hydrant have a bit of a Homer Simpson thing going for it? Our regular photo of the day (potd) feature from Fish Griwkowsky is a visual diary and memoir of his life in and out of the city.
VISUAL ARTS: Matters of scale and intricacy
When I first noticed Lisa Rezansoff, it took about half a six-pack of Pils to realize I was at the table of a born artist. Almost unconsciously her pen-in-hand would pattern some of the most marvellous things our group of drifters had ever seen, a new language of drawing that made us think of dreams […]
The ghost of David Lynch haunts area artist
This is a weird one. A cold wind skated blindly up Whyte Avenue when David Lynch’s disembodied voice began suddenly explaining how such winds are his favourite sound. My pocket recorder was playing tricks; I’d taped Lynch live down in Hollywood between his screening of Eraserhead and Sunset Blvd a couple months ago, yet here […]
