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Ever since my Plymouth Neon got totalled, I’ve had a lot of time to go on walks and take public transit.
Today’s walk was pretty good. I saw the aftermath of a minor accident in my neighbourhood.
These pictures are part of a new series called #TooOldForThisShit.
That’s all I’ve got for this round of #TooOldForThisShit series. I know I’ll have more to add to the collection someday down the road.
It says that it’s day 25 on the revolutionary calendar but days are no longer measured in hours. Everything has merged into an everlasting block of memory. I cannot tell you what happened yesterday because, in order to do so, I’d have to start from the beginning.
The truth is that I’m embedded with the Occupy Vancouver movement and I’ve been anchored on the frontline.
I’ve learned more about this organized occupation than all the regular everyday-folks with their reactionary opinions rife with misinformation. After 25 days of hearing propagated half-truths, I’ve done my best to inform the public and correct the spreading of sloppy journalism. I’ve even had to correct a news station during an interview on air.
But, live reporting is not why I’m down there. Rafferty Baker and I are knee-deep in the filming of our documentary The Occupation. Essentially, it follows the rise of Vancouver’s interpretation of the #OccupyWallStreet movement.
The documentary follows the relationships and interactions of the occupiers within the encampment as they deal with the city, weather and unexpected tragedies. The Occupation is an intimate look at one of the most talked about events of the year. The documentary will humanize the movement like no one has shown before.
Lately, the encampment has been on edge because the increasing threats from the city have been getting louder and louder.
Now, there’s information spreading that says city workers and VPD officers will roll in to dismantle the tent-city tomorrow (November 10). With so much information being passed around, it’s no wonder that the occupiers are on edge and at times involved in militant rhetoric.
All I can do is wait with my camera ready to roll.
School’s back and I couldn’t be happier.
I do not particularly enjoy heading back to the drab concrete confines of BCIT nor am I a fan of being a poor student. However, I do get a real satisfaction knowing that most of the #summertimezealots in this city have to face reality and become a prisoner to demands and deadlines.
#summertimezealots are kids (or kidz with a “z”) with free time on their hands. They worship the summer months, dance in the balmy night air and waste hours by the beach. #summertimezealots cry when they do not get their ideal weather conditions and they mope around at the sight of rain.
To all those zealots out there;I’m sorry to hear that your cathedrals of sand are shifting with the seasons. It’s time to pick up the pallet, Jack, and face reality…
A concert in the park is not a phrase normally associated with Vancouver or Stanley Park but for three days in July the city hosted free concerts showcasing an array of local talent.
The festivities were put on as a celebration of Vancouver’s 125 year anniversary. The location for the event could not have been any more perfect than along the peninsula of Stanley Park’s lush green Brockton Point. The stage and festival goers were surrounded by water and towering Douglas Firs and Western Hemlocks. These grand old trees filtered the day’s radiant dying sun and a slight breeze from Coal Harbour kept the summer night below the average annual temperature.
Saturday night’s headliner was The New Pornographers. They are a successful local band that started back in 1997 and have released several acclaimed albums with hits like “Mass Romantic,” “Use It” and “My Rights vs. Yours.”
The New Pornographers took the stage around 9:30 as twilight set in over Vancouver.
For the most part, The New Pornographers’ sound was crisp and clear. The band has a polished live performance and they prove to play with masterful skill. The only technical snag to the show came with moments of sharp feedback when all members of the band sang in harmonious chorus. As the concert continued, most of the audio problems were properly regulated by the sound crew.
The crowd had its moments of douche-baggery. There were a couple of ass-holes in the crowd that pulled some idiotic stunts. The first came during the intro to “Adventures in Solitude.” Some of the crowd started to clap out of time with the rhythm of the slow ambient sound of the intro. Frontman, A.C. Newman started to laugh and stopped playing.
“You’re not even close,” he jokingly said to the crowd. “Do you know how hard it is to play when you’re clapping out of time?”
The band started the song over again replaying the slow intro of a carefully plucked acoustic guitar and the soothing sound of simple piano chords.
A handful of people started a rhythmic clap just like before.
“Stop it!” said Newman with a serious authority.
The clapping faded out a second later but a few people continued the distraction in defiance of the simple request. Newman accepted this and waited a few more beats before attempting to sing.
Another display of idiocy came during the last song of the night. The band had just started singing the final portion of “The Bleeding Heart Show” when someone threw a half can of beer on stage. The can landed to the right of Nico Case and some of the beer showered her as she sang. There was a brief moment of disgust on both Case and Newman’s face but they carried on with the final song.
It was unfortunate to see a beer thrown on stage at a free, family friendly event. I can understand if this happened at a rowdy major music festival. It is a luxury and a privilege to have an opportunity to watch a free concert at a beautiful venue.
It seems like a very small handful of people keep overstepping the boundaries of acceptable behaviour while the rest stand by and watch for what happens. I only hope I’m out of this town when these few rotten apples spoil the harvest for everyone else…
I think it’s safe to say that the 2011 Stanley Cup Riot (or the Vancouver CUP-RISING) that followed the Canucks 4-0 loss to the Bruins was more exciting than the game itself.
We’ve seen the footage and photos, we’ve heard first hand accounts and we are now watching rioters arrested for their foolish decisions. This event was covered by thousands of people standing by the epicentre of destruction and their stories have been broadcast all around the world through major news networks.
The real question today is; What can I contribute to the ongoing debate regarding the Vancouver riots that has not been already said?
My main goal that day was to photograph the fans watching the final game. I wanted reactionary shots, win or lose. I arrived to the fan zone on Georgia Street around 4:30 in the afternoon. Everyone had shown up expecting to watch the game and celebrate an epic win.
But, something was different even from the beginning of the game. I spent 15 minutes making my way through a dense crowd. There were thousands of people mindlessly lining the streets staring at a silent jumbo-tron that looked minuscule from 200 metres away.
I spent a while working my way only one city block. People were pushing and shoving to get closer to have a better vantage point. There was also a steady stream of frustrated people trying to leave the turbulent crowd because it just wasn’t worth it.
I quickly realized that the worst place to watch the game downtown also happened to be downtown. So I hopped on a SkyTrain to watch the remainder of the game at home.
I heard the reports that a riot was starting only a few minutes after the game had ended. Minutes later, classmate Rafferty Baker, currently interning with CKNW, phoned me up and told me I should get back downtown to photograph the madness.
I quickly grabbed my cameras, one with a 70-300 lens, the other with an extreme fisheye and within minutes, I was downtown bound.
**Note: Unfortunately, my 18-105mm was in the shop getting the mounting bracket fixed. I could have really used that lens for this event.
I got off the SkyTrain at Stadium/Chinatown and walked over towards the CBC/Library. I knew that’s where I’d find some action because only minutes before I had seen the car fires on TV.
I had never seen anything like this. The chaos of the frantic people doing what they wanted for no apparent reason. There were fires burning along the street. People had started little fires from all the trash that was lying around from the spectators watching the games in the fan zone.
People were rallying and cheering at the destruction happening around them. Fights broke out and some idiots even threw sucker punches at unsuspecting bystanders trying to extinguish garbage fires.
The Vancouver Police Department’s reinforcements soon arrived and formed a wall to push rioters back.
The VPD were equipped with rubber bullets, concussion grenades and tear gas.
I was able to get behind the line of police after ducking through an exterior corridor that runs through the Vancouver Public Library. As I emerged on the corner of Homer and Georgia, I noticed I was in the middle of a safe zone surrounded by police fanning out.
Everything in this area was already destroyed. Rioters had been pushed back and were already working on looting department stores like The Bay and London Drugs.
This gave me an opportunity to start photographing everything and anything.
Big black plumes of smoke billowed above the buildings so I thought I’d head over to see where it was coming from.
Rioters had flipped and torched several cars in a car-park along Richards Street. Police formed another line and slowly marched towards the aggressive rioters. Two empty glass bottles rained down meters away from the police line while photographing the police making their advance.
Fire fighters quickly came in to battle the fires started by the mob. There was a Hummer that proved to be an extremely difficult fire to manage. Flames and sparks reignited the charred rubble just when you thought the fire was under control.
The chaos continued down the street in front of The Bay. I ran into former BCIT grad and New 1130 reporter Dan Burritt observing the riot with other media stations next to the White Spot on the corner of Seymour and Georgia.
I followed Burritt around for two reasons: 1) because the VPD had started cracking down on anyone without a media pass and 2) I needed a human shield from any unexpected explosions or rogue rubber bullets.
My final thoughts on the riot are simple. Those participating in the CUP-RISING ruined Vancouver’s international image. While Greece was rioting in protest against austerity plans, Vancouver set their city ablaze on the belief that ‘if it feels good do it.’
This was a pointless act of violence and destruction. There was no meaning or message behind the action. And, what’s even worse is that the VPD labelled the hooligans as “anarchists.”
Anarchy is a movement based on political philosophy. The Stanley Cup riot was a movement based on nothing. Why call the participants of the CUP-RISING anarchists when other words like douche-bags, ass-holes, idiots, Neanderthals or stupid-dummies seems more appropriate.
The National Post released a list reporting the best places in Canada to get hired.
I hope you like rural communities because the future is out in the sticks…
The final EVOLUTION Comment for the week.