Along New Westminster’s Columbia Street, you’ll come across an interesting phenomenon. Turn right from Carnarvon, down where red brick buildings stand, and you’ll see a fancy clustering of bridal shops that exists to entice you. If there were a place … more »
Gold House, the non-profit collective of Asian and Pacific Islander cultural leaders behind movements like #GoldOpen, is launching its inaugural Book Club on October 1st to uncover and codify Asian identity through other artistic mediums. After a successful pilot event … more »
Yi-shuan (倚旋) was difficult for them to pronounce and mama (媽媽) didn’t want me to stick out more than I already did or spend the rest of my life correcting people. So when my parents were filling out our immigration-papers, … more »
When I turned nineteen, I booked a one-way ticket back home to Hong Kong with the hopes of becoming an English teacher. As an immigrant myself who once struggled with the language, I believed others could benefit from my knowledge … more »
In the spring, I would lose my mother to gardens.
I, smaller and graceless, would stay inside reading, trying and failing to keep sight of her through the window. Eventually, she’d emerge from between the scented chests of lilac bushes, … more »
Clifton Hill centers on pathological liar Abby’s return to Niagara Falls after her mother’s death, and follows her obsessive quest to solve the mystery behind a potential kidnapping she witnessed as a child.
The film is Toronto-based filmmaker Albert Shin’s … more »
Song Lang (2018), directed by Leon Le, is the Vancouver Queer Film Festival’s (VQFF) Opening Gala film this year. Set in 1980s Saigon, the film follows an unlikely friendship between Dung “thunderbolt” (Lien Binh Phat), a brooding debt collector and … more »
“What does fashion mean to you?” is a question that has always resounded among Canadian-Asian youth. Growing up in Canada as a member of the Asian diaspora, be it Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Filipino, Thai, South Asian, etc. means to … more »
I was just a child in the backseat of the car. It was an old Honda civic. Grey in colour. My mother was driving. I don’t remember where we were headed. I don’t remember anything else of that day, except … more »