Our National Sexual Emergency

A heat wave powered on just prior to the long weekend. It’s hot around here, like mid-summer, baking in a stew of low-level smog and sweat. Ottawa, the unsexiest of the unsexy, mumbles to itself about something uncomfortable stirring at the base of that clock tower shaft on the Hill – some conversation building in the left chamber. Over at the museum, they’re talking gonads and G-spots. Down in Kingston, a painting of the naked prime minister hangs in a library. It’s spilling over. And here we are now, having a national discussion about sex.


Mandy-Lyn, Vancouver-based Waldorf Hotel classic party jams DJ by night, gonzo photojournalist by day, snaps portraits with either her 35mm camera, 400 film Kodak, disposable cameras or her 10-year old Nikon.

Johnny Taylor

What makes someone an artist? Totally a cheesy question, right? But honestly, if you’re willing to forget the bullshit and just think about that, what is it that makes someone an artist? When have you “made it” as a painter? It’s not an easy question to answer.

Dougie Wallace

In the late 16th century it already had a bad reputation amongst moralists for being a shithole full of beggars, tramps, drunkards and thieves. Maybe that’s why Shakespeare loved it so much. Founded centuries before Brooklyn, Shoreditch is the world’s longest reigning “it spot”.

Siggi Eggertsson

Icelanders are a rare bunch, and with a population just over 300,000, their global profile betrays their modest numbers. Said to be the most literate people in the world, they are a nation of over-achievers, but in recent years, the little green island’s capacity for the exceptional has been smothered under a blanket of disaster.


Earlier this year Shepard Fairey and the Associated Press settled their two-year legal dispute over the status of the Barack Obama “Hope” campaign poster. Their decision: to split the merchandising profits and to collaborate on an AP/Obey product line. This incident illustrates just how mundane and institutionalized street art has become.

Ed Ou

It’s 2:46 AM here in downtown Vancouver. The last of the bars have closed and the streets are silent and cold. I’m talking to Ed Ou, a 24-year old Canadian photojournalist who has been bouncing around the Middle East and taking some of the best photographs to emerge from the conflicts, protests and revolts of 2011’s “Arab Spring.”