LET'S revisit last summer in Vancouver for a minute...
Taken on a dreary grey morning, these analog photos from an afternoon at Revolver coffee are somewhat of a nostalgic reminder of our trip last September. We took a bus far past Vancouver's main street, crossing the bridge into a dense forest to find the famous (infamous?) suspension bridge, Calypso, and back again to Gastown.
It rained so much on this trip. On our hikes, our bike rides, in-between destinations, as we hid out in coffee-shops with soaking shoes and numb fingers. After awhile, we learned to just accept the gloomy weather instead of escaping it. In a way, we were lucky because with the rain, spending time in coffee shops like this one felt all the more like a destination, than a mere pass-through. The atmosphere here was very special somehow-it stands out from most other cafe's in Vancouver we visited (my other favorite stop being Le Marche St. George.) It was loud inside, and crowded, a mix of conversation and Bonobo, and there were these two strangers just sitting, totally immersed in their own worlds- the guy didn't look up from his book once, the lady just staring out the window.
I had the wonderful opportunity to ask George Giannakos, owner of Revolver Coffee, a few quick questions about his business!
What was the inspiration behind Revolver coffee?
The inspiration for Revolver came from years of visiting cafes and also working in the industry for a long time. It is a shop that is designed to showcase all things 'Coffee', and allows customers to be part of that experience by having everything as open and transparent as possible.
Why did you choose Gastown, Vancouver as the location for your cafe, and how does the surrounding community influence the atmosphere of the store?
When we were looking to open up, Gastown was really the only neighborhood we considered at the time (almost 4 years ago). It is home to so many like-minded restaurants and boutiques and has a history that dates back further than most other's in Vancouver.
That's great to hear! Gastown really seems to have a great sense of community. And your favorite drink on the menu?
I love to start off with drip coffee in the morning, and then fill the remainder of the day with macchiatos.
one photo, six ways. 13 march 2015 "It was warm last night, light breeze and stars and we sat on the concrete porch outside, minus one Marlbaro, 3 am cough and a black cat that was either possessed or really infatuated by us. " __________
I've been very fascinated- addicted even, to reading people's unfiltered thoughts. It's very hard to find this on blogs these days, especially when for many, blogging has become more lucrative than personal. But I'm in no place to point fingers, because it's difficult for me too.
My bookmarked blogs- the ones I visit each week are visually inspiring, informative, or both, but the blogs I return to when I get this unmet desire to feel more full, are the ones with words of daily documentation, unfiltered like a diary, written as if no one is listening.
Yesterday afternoon, I sat in my favorite spot at Profeta, next to the big windows with stained glass and plant stains, and finally started reading Didion's "On keeping a notebook". It was kind of an event. This quote really stood out to me:
"Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss."
Actually her words do more than stand out. I almost feel like she's recognized a part of me that I never thought of articulating myself. My mom, like her daughter- unquestioning and content, myself, questioning everything to a fault until 1 am on a good night. Have I ever read words that resonate so well?
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Today is International Women's day, a day in particular where we reflect upon the incredible women in our lives- strong and vocal, and strong and quiet women alike, in how far we've come towards achieving independence and equality, yet how much more further we can-will- still go.
This past month stands out to me, because of small, nevertheless empowering experiences that made me so happy- to be free, to feel again, to simply be. Like letting it all out to "Love on Top" in a sloppy group circle resembling a high school dance- Tavi Gevinson's Rookie Party, with some of the best-dressed folks I've ever seen (also getting hamburger stickers and a hug). Beyonce never felt so good. Like filming Sarah, an artist in her ceramic studio in the Arts District, and talking to her well past sun down about our lives and journeys thus far.
Finding brilliant ad campaigns with strong female figures:
1) Joan Didion's Celine ad. I have so much respect for Phoebe Philo choosing Didion to front her campaign (as if I didn't already). I'm reading my second book by Didion now, Slouching towards Bethlehem, with my bookmark stopped just before "On keeping a notebook", until I have proper time+attention for it, as I can feel it'll be a very special one.
2) Iris Apfel in not one, but two campaigns. She's a beautiful individual who has quite literally changed the way I've thought not just about style, but about living.
"The world doesn't have enough color" she said. "Just keep in mind I’m the world’s oldest living teenager..."