[If you missed the first article on Toronto, you can catch up HERE.]
Toronto took me by surprise in a lot of ways, and one of the most compelling things about this city was the art. Yes, Toronto is home to a few famous art museums, but you don’t have to buy any expensive museum tickets to get a glimpse into Toronto’s art scene. There’s another side to that coin that costs a hot $0.00 to see.
As I walked the streets of Toronto’s various neighborhoods, I was enthralled by the works of art I saw painted onto the blank spaces between houses and businesses. Graffiti is to be expected in urban settings, but in this case, the term "graffiti" seems a bit dismissive. These were works of art! Some of them were freaking masterpieces! I found myself darting down every sketchy alley I came across in search of more!
What follows are a few of my favorite pieces I found in the nooks and crannies of Toronto. Some of them were so tightly tucked away that I didn't even have enough room to take the photograph straight-on. These were found predominantly in areas called Kensington Market, Church & Wellesley, and Chinatown, but they are by no means the end-all be-all of street art in Toronto; they’re just a taste. I wish I had a year to walk down every alley in the city, but alas, I’m a busy guy.
I was totally intrigued by this culture of street art that I had stumbled upon, so I did a little digging on the Internet. It turns out that this sort of street art is actually a public initiative of sorts. There's a government funded program called StART (StreetArToronto) that pays local artists to do art such as this. How awesome is Canada?! Supporting its art scene and sprucing up transitional neighborhoods in the process.
If you're curious, you can visit their website, or connect with them on Facebook. At the very least it's some scenic browsing. Here's a video to show you a bit more about how this got started in Toronto. It's kind of dorky, and this organization isn't behind all of the murals pictured above, but you'll get the idea.
This is just so cool. How often are people open minded enough to come up with solutions like this? Not often. This is how the world should be.
Because Scott Pilgrim is set in Toronto… anybody?? eh??
Well, now it's time for the track of the day. This one is coming to you from a great Toronto band that you should definitely be listening to.
It’s time for our last article on Asheville. We’ve covered some serious ground in this city, and have already had a few surprises, but to me, there were none more pleasant than the ones I’m about to share with you in this article. This is Asheville’s “Street Art” installment; a segment that I am becoming quite fond of. Not every city has a visual arts scene that will support these kinds of public works… but those that do, typically don’t look much like Asheville. I tend to associate street art with giant urban areas like New York, San Francisco, or Toronto.
But Asheville threw down the gauntlet!
For all its natural beauty, Iceland doesn't always have the best weather. In fact, oftentimes the weather is downright foul. Sure, Iceland's rugged landscapes are the stuff of legends, but that is of little consequence in urban Reykjavík. In its epicenter, Reykjavík has many beautiful areas, but the further away from the city center you travel, the more those beautiful areas will give way to cold, grey, soviet-esque suburbia. It can feel pretty lonely out there, but even in these bleak spaces, Reykjavík still found ways to surprise me. In the ugly, in-between spaces, in Reykjavík's less-visited nooks and crannies, I began to stumble upon gorgeous works of art. A mysterious street art scavenger hunt unfolded before me as I dove down every back alley I saw in search of more.
At a glance, much of Algiers is almost a mirror image of its former colonizer, France, which sits just across the Mediterranean. Visually, it is defined by Parisian-style buildings, almost all of which are colored white. However, in spite of its surreal visual similarities with France, it only takes about 10 seconds of walking the streets of Algiers to realize that it is a world all its own.
I’m going to tell you this up front: I LOVE this city.
Landing in Havana was, in some ways, surreal for me. This city had been cloaked political taboo for so long that it occupied a mostly theoretical space in my mind. Seeing rural Cuba fly by as we made our landing in Jose Martí Airport removed this cloak quickly and unceremoniously. Despite all the build-up this trip had had, all I could think about was how surreal it was to finally be in this country.
“Cuba. Here it is. It’s real. And I’m in it.”
This quest brought us to the edge of the world, literally, to the bone-chillingly massive cliffs of Látrabjarg. Here’s a spoiler alert for you: it was mind-blowingly gorgeous. A friend of mine recently pointed out that I’ve said similar things about a great many of the places I have visited, so let me up the ante a bit: this was one of the top 5 most beautiful places I’ve seen, EVER.
I could talk about the history of San Francisco for ages, but this article is about what has been happening much more recently. Historically, the Mission had been home to a large part of SF’s Chicano/Latino population, but starting as early as the late 1960s, the LBGTQ community began to play a much more defining role in the neighborhood’s identity. You are probably already familiar with San Francisco’s reputation for being the gay capital of the U.S., but what you might not know is that much of this reputation was built right here in the Mission.
However, by the late 1970s, the Mission had become a much more multidimensional haven for fringe culture. It actually developed a thriving punk rock scene, and helped produced such bands as the Dead Kennedys, Jawbreaker, Rancid, and Green Day! Even today, you’ll see remnants of this scene walking around the streets of the Mission with colorful mohawks and studded belts.