I’m trying to be more regular in taking and posting photos. Here are a couple I took this week:
Tag: West End
Davie Village Walk with Gordon Price
How and why is Davie Village a gay neighbourhood? How did gays shape it? And where is it going in the 21st century? All these questions and more were answered last night in a guided history walk hosted by Gordon Price, city councillor from 1986–2002, writer and consultant, who came to Vancouver in 1978 as a fresh-faced gay man.
How and why is Davie Village a gay neighbourhood? How did gays shape it? And where is it going in the 21st century? All these questions and more were answered last night in a guided history walk hosted by Gordon Price, city councillor from 1986–2002, writer and consultant, who came to Vancouver in 1978 as a fresh-faced gay man.
We started out by English Bay Beach, which was a gay cruising ground back in 1978, known apparently as “the pansy patch.” It wasn’t the only one, though, and gay territories would shift over the years. Cruising spots like parks, beaches and bars were the first gay-identified spaces; it was in these places that gay men explored and celebrated their sexuality, and connected with each other.
(Incidentally: nowadays you could fairly say that everywhere in Davie Village is gay territory.)
Our first stop was corner of Pendrell & Nicola, near Lord Roberts Elementary, where we addressed the question, why here? What made this neighbourhood one that gay men would choose? Well, there were a few factors: lots of rental space (mostly 1-bedroom apartments), plenty of bars and entertainment nearby, and good transit—perfect for a mobile, unattached population with disposable income looking to hook up. You’ll find similar conditions pretty much all gay ghettoes around the world.
We segued into a discussion of the physical history of the Village’s houses and buildings. That street corner was an excellent vantage point to see all the layers, all the decades side by side: a circa-1890 2 ½ storey house just up the street, a lovely 1920’s apartment building on the corner (the Princess Charlotte), plainer highrises built in the 60’s and 70’s… It’s all there.
The Village saw massive construction in the 50’s, 60’s and early 70’s: many of these old homes were razed to make way for modern apartments, communities were displaced, and it was a very traumatic time. But let’s not romanticise the past: these new apartments had running water, electricity, privacy, and at least a kitchenette. Compared to the overcrowded old heritage houses, pretty and historic though they were, this must have been heaven.
Besides, it’s what made it possible for gays to settle here. Can’t argue with results like that.
Next stop: St Paul’s Church, where we discussed the rise of street prostitution in the West End in the 70’s and early 80’s. Long story short, prostitutes (all genders) and their johns were creating a massive nuisance for residents, many of whom by now had a stake in their community, and perceived a very real risk of the Village turning into a red light district. They formed a group, Concerned Residents Of the West End, which succeeded in driving street prostitution out of the West End through some interesting legal tricks. Here again, it was the gays that took charge and reinvented their neighbourhood.
One last short walk, ending up at Bute and Davie. In the shadow of J Lounge and Hamburger Mary’s—checking out the fierce drag queens and pretty muscle boys—we recapped all we’d seen, and asked ourselves where it was all going. Would Davie Village still stay gay? Will young gay men have as easy a time finding a place here as they did 30 years ago?
Bottom line: it’s impossible to tell. The West End has continually reinvented itself, and will continue to do so as long as it exists. New people, new communities, new ideas will pour in; the neighbourhood will absorb them and weave something from the old and the new.
This morning I took the long route to my bus stop, walking up Nicola to Georgia. It was a beautiful stretch, mostly heritage homes and low-rises, until I hit Robson, and then BAM! Back in the big city. The West End is truly a special place, and I feel more connected to it than ever. I am very, very lucky to live where I live, to be part of something like this.
Not a bad way to kick off Pride Week!
A bunch of photos: Northern Voice, Slutwalk, walking in the West End
Last week I attended Northern Voice 2011. Much fun was had by all.
Last week I attended Northern Voice 2011. Much fun was had by all.
Also last week, I attended Slutwalk Vancouver.
And in the last week, I’ve been able to organise my morning routine so that I can walk to/from the North Van bus, instead of connecting twice. I tell you, there’s nothing like a morning walk in the West End, in the warm sunlight, surrounded by joggers and the smell of fresh cut grass. Likewise, walking from the Skytrain along the Seawall.
A whole lotta sunsets
Well, just two for now. This week I started working full-time again— a short contract, which suits me right now. But it gave me the chance to take some lovely shots of the commute to and from North Van. Plus, just tonight, as I came home I saw False Creek swathed in a lovely fog, so I got right on Burrard Bridge to take a few shots. Turns out I wasn’t the only one, seems like every photographer in the area had the same idea!
Well, just two for now. This week I started working full-time again— a short contract, which suits me right now. But it gave me the chance to take some lovely shots of the commute to and from North Van. Plus, just tonight, as I came home I saw False Creek swathed in a lovely fog, so I got right on Burrard Bridge to take a few shots. Turns out I wasn’t the only one, seems like every photographer in the area had the same idea!
Davie Day 2010
Ah, the Davie Day festival, the time when local businesses and community groups come out to shine. In the last five years my attendance has been pretty sporadic—last year, for instance, I just remember briefly going up and down Davie Street, saying hi to a few friends, and that was it. But this year, I thought I’d be a little more involved. That meant pictures!
Ah, the Davie Day festival, the time when local businesses and community groups come out to shine. In the last five years my attendance has been pretty sporadic—last year, for instance, I just remember briefly going up and down Davie Street, saying hi to a few friends, and that was it. But this year, I thought I’d be a little more involved. That meant pictures!
The stretch of Davie between Thurlow and Bute held all the fair-like attractions: an old-time picture booth, complete with faux vintage clothes, a display of vintage cars, a play area for the kiddies in front of the police station… and hunky guys with swords!
Didn’t expect to see the Academie Duello here, since they’re not local to the West End. But I’m also glad to see them, since I missed their show at the PNE. Didn’t quite work up the nerve to handle their swords, though…
And more PNE-style goodness: a horse-drawn carriage! Don’t see those too often outside of Stanley Park. And blacksmiths actually forging shoes!
West of Bute was the haven for local artists. All up and down the street I checked out lovely paintings, sculptures and various crafts. No pictures, though.
The east end, between Thurlow and Burrard, is where you’ll find all the political and activist groups. And ping-pong, for some reason.
I volunteered at the Outgames booth, helping to spread the news about what’s coming to Vancouver next summer. Though to be honest, mostly I stayed under the tent because the weather had turned cold and rainy.
And to be even more honest, I’m not that enthusiastic about the games anymore. The volleyball event still hasn’t been officially declared since VGVA decided not to host (a decision I supported, for many reasons which I won’t get into right now), forcing the Outgames board to look for another host group. I guess Volleyball BC is the next logical choice, but it looks like that hasn’t been finalised. So… there may not even be a volleyball event? Well, that’d be kind of a bummer but, in the grand scheme of things, not that big a deal. It’s only a North American event, after all, and there are plenty of other volleyball tournaments going on. So yeah, we’ll see what happens.
Jogging on the Seawall
For the last week, I’ve been taking advantage of the nice weather to get some more exercise done. On Tuesday I decided to get off the SkyTrain at Science World station and use my own two feet to get the rest of the way home. I’d done that just once before, taking a direct route through Yaletown.
Wow. This is what Bike To Work Week must feel like.
For the last week, I’ve been taking advantage of the nice weather to get some more exercise done. On Tuesday I decided to get off the SkyTrain at Science World station and use my own two feet to get the rest of the way home. I’d done that just once before, taking a direct route through Yaletown. This time I stayed on the Seawall, taking in the nice view of False Creek, the bridges, the parks, and all the pretty yuppies out for their daily constitutional.
For extra fun, I also decided to jog as much as I could. I’d been getting in some cardio on the Burrard Bridge stairs a couple of times a week for the last few weeks, but this was a bit more of a challenge.
Then I did it again on Wednesday. And Thursday. And Friday. Hell, I may do it every day as long as the weather holds. As exhausting and sweaty as this was, I had a hell of a time. And hey, it’s never too late to get that bikini body, right?
This actually works out better for me because whenever I get home, I tend to laze around for a bit and have to psych myself to work out sometimes. This way, it’s easier. I’ve got no choice but to go home.
Foggy
I took the day off sick. No, I really wasn’t feeling well, this wasn’t so I could watch the US Inauguration live—though that was a nice bonus. And I’d like to say that, as Barack Hussein Obama took his oath of office, that the damn fog that’s been hanging around downtown Vancouver for the last, oh, ten days at least, miraculously parted, letting the daystar shine down on my light-hungry eyes.
I took the day off sick. No, I really wasn’t feeling well, this wasn’t so I could watch the US Inauguration live—though that was a nice bonus. And I’d like to say that, as Barack Hussein Obama took his oath of office, that the damn fog that’s been hanging around downtown Vancouver for the last, oh, ten days at least, miraculously parted, letting the daystar shine down on my light-hungry eyes.
Not so much, though. But I did go out for a bit this afternoon and shot some pictures around Sunset Beach, something I’d been meaning to do for a while but there just wasn’t enough light before or after work.
Back to the Inauguration, I loved Obama’s speech, stressing the familiar themes of unity, service and hope. And how, with impeccable class and without naming names, he repudiated everything the Bush/Cheney administration did and stood for.
But I have to give a shoutout to Reverend Joseph Lowery, who gave the ending benediction. Yes, I know, I’m not happy with invoking gods in what should be a secular ceremony, but… seriously, this guy’s awesome! Humility, humour, great timing and delivery, true dedication to his brothers and sisters. Washed the bitter taste of that blowhard bigot Rick Warren’s prayer right out of my mouth.
And, as long as I’m posting videos, here’s the great Maya Angelou reading a poem at Bill Clinton’s 1993 inauguration.
Dancers, Drag Queens and Devout Nerds
Taking a brief break from Web development, with the coding and the styling and the restructuring, to write a quick entry. (A month between entries is not good. At least I’ve got a good excuse this time.)
So anyway, last Saturday I went to Davie Days, a street festival sort of thing where the businesses (queer and otherwise) along Davie Street all have booths displaying their stuff; there were a couple of beer gardens, a guy making balloon hats for the kiddies (of all ages) and a couple of stages for entertainment.
Taking a brief break from Web development, with the coding and the styling and the restructuring, to write a quick entry. (A month between entries is not good. At least I’ve got a good excuse this time.)
So anyway, last Saturday I went to Davie Days, a street festival sort of thing where the businesses (queer and otherwise) along Davie Street all have booths displaying their stuff; there were a couple of beer gardens, a guy making balloon hats for the kiddies (of all ages) and a couple of stages for entertainment. A friend of mine was in a show in front of Celebrities, as a backup dancer for a drag queen lipsyncher by the name of Mina Mercury. Great show, preceded by another great show by a belly dancer troupe. Did I take pictures? Why, yes I did.
Continuing from last entry’s tradition, here’s another hilarious link: Jesus of the Week. And ohmigawd, did I ever flash back to my long-ago Catechism classes when I saw this one. Mind you, I had to look up the exact passage, but I remember so clearly reading those illustrated booklets with all the feel-good parables from the New Testament: the Good Samaritan, the house built on sand. Lots of others. I loved reading them. Well, partly because I loved reading, period. But I liked the stories too, and I effortlessly memorised them, to recite back in Sunday School. Damn, but I was a devout little nerd back then.
Well, enough lollygagging down memory lane. I’ve still got a site to upgrade.