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hanging with grandpa jimmy #puppy #goldendoodle, #cute #wtf #love  (at Chinatown)

hanging with grandpa jimmy #puppy #goldendoodle, #cute #wtf #love (at Chinatown)

mid day jimmy infusion (Taken with instagram)

mid day jimmy infusion (Taken with instagram)

puppy fight!

puppy fight!

a tiny baby

a tiny baby

jimmy #yvr (Taken with instagram)

jimmy #yvr (Taken with instagram)

nose picking

nose picking

kisses $1

kisses $1

jimmy

jimmy

tiny racoon babies on my neighbour’s steps!

tiny racoon babies on my neighbour’s steps!

looks like shark teeth.

looks like shark teeth.

pick me a winner.

pick me a winner.

this is a photo of a man called mario that i met in the downtown eastside of vancouver.  the downtown eastside has been called the biggest concentration of addicts in north america.  i have a fascination with “zones of degeneracy”, i have studied them in university quite extensively.  people live there, but a greater percentage of people enter them and take illicit things and then leave.  when we want drugs or sex we cross the threshold and enter into a ZOD, take what we want or need and then we leave. ZOD’s are dirty underside of the city, we take take take from them, and then we leave.  we separate ourselves from them but we go to them when we are in need of things.  for this reason ZOD’s are typically very transient and often in cities people feel fearful of such areas.
i am a conundrum.  i don’t think that i have ever understood where precisely i stand within the social hierarchy.  i have always identified with the blue collar person, but i have a university education and i am not an addict or a criminal.  i think this is why i have a fascination with ZOD’s and aboriginal reservations.  i feel as though i go to these places to get in touch with the people who frequent these areas to see and interact with the real people. the downtown eastside is the most important part of the city of vancouver.  it is fundamentally broken and the people in power within our society do not care.  they are content to leave these people behind.  
this is one of my most favourite self portraits.  as you can see, my shadow taking the photo falls across the man.  in him, i see myself and i don’t know how i feel about that.  it makes me feel scared, it makes me feel as though the separation between he and i is minute.  i feel as though i exist somewhere between the cusp of the ZOD and the rest of the city.  hovering above, i enter and exit.

this is a photo of a man called mario that i met in the downtown eastside of vancouver.  the downtown eastside has been called the biggest concentration of addicts in north america.  i have a fascination with “zones of degeneracy”, i have studied them in university quite extensively.  people live there, but a greater percentage of people enter them and take illicit things and then leave.  when we want drugs or sex we cross the threshold and enter into a ZOD, take what we want or need and then we leave. ZOD’s are dirty underside of the city, we take take take from them, and then we leave.  we separate ourselves from them but we go to them when we are in need of things.  for this reason ZOD’s are typically very transient and often in cities people feel fearful of such areas.

i am a conundrum.  i don’t think that i have ever understood where precisely i stand within the social hierarchy.  i have always identified with the blue collar person, but i have a university education and i am not an addict or a criminal.  i think this is why i have a fascination with ZOD’s and aboriginal reservations.  i feel as though i go to these places to get in touch with the people who frequent these areas to see and interact with the real people. the downtown eastside is the most important part of the city of vancouver.  it is fundamentally broken and the people in power within our society do not care.  they are content to leave these people behind.  

this is one of my most favourite self portraits.  as you can see, my shadow taking the photo falls across the man.  in him, i see myself and i don’t know how i feel about that.  it makes me feel scared, it makes me feel as though the separation between he and i is minute.  i feel as though i exist somewhere between the cusp of the ZOD and the rest of the city.  hovering above, i enter and exit.