Showing posts with label powell street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label powell street. Show all posts

Saturday, May 3, 2014

powell less



Their world never coagulated again after the war. They were interned and then scattered, losing all that they once had in a vibrant community that was 50 years in the making across the wide ocean from their island home. They came to log and fish and cultivate and build, and within a few tumultuous months in 1942, they were all gone.

Walking along Powell Street today, there is not much to indicate that this was the main street of a once bustling Japanese community. A few buildings with Japanese names of long forgotten owners leave a faded memory of more enterprising and prosperous days. The Japanese Hall on Alexander Street was the only property redeemed by the few Japanese who returned in the 1950's and it still operates as a language school and cultural centre to this day.




The Maikawa family built their dream department store with an au courant art deco facade to house the newest and the latest - it was the largest and most modern department store in Japantown when it opened in 1936, but would all too soon be forfeited to the government. Now it sits neglected and slightly decrepit in silent resignation to its fate.




These buildings bearing the weathered and damaged signs of "Lion Hotel" and  "King Rooms" were once rooming houses above storefronts that included a traditional Japanese bath house, an archery club, an athletic club, a restaurant and even a rifle gallery. The name of "MORIMOTO" set in tiles in front of the main door has remained as a humble legacy of the mysterious namesake now long gone.


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The header image for savage states above is a detail of the entrance wall to the "Hotel World" built in 1912 by S. Tamura, a merchant and speculator.




Friday, January 10, 2014

fallen states


 an understatement of disrepair
hammers home the sordid truth
more will fall in exiled state
preponderances null and void


Monday, June 27, 2011

lonetree standing


 sometimes it is enough to be a lone botanical sentry stationed high above it all...
[on West 1st Avenue off Burrard Street]

 sometimes it is enough to be the one well-groomed specimen gracing a modest yard...
[at East 38th Avenue and Rhodes Street]

sometimes it is enough to be a sidewalk loner unperturbed by a neurotic stronghold...
[on Powell Street]


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

around oppenheimer park:: façades

Oppenheimer Park in the Downtown Eastside/Japantown enclave has been recently returned to the neighbourhood with much fanfare after a 2.5 million dollar facelift that now seems almost too posh for its previous regular inhabitants, although if they have already re-occupied their "home" territory, the washroom facilities are much brighter and cleaner and well-worth a visit...

I, however, find the blocks [Dunlevy Avenue, Powell Street, Jackson Avenue and Cordova Street] facing the park much more intriguing in their evolving cosmetic alterations and wildly diverse stylistic modifications...

from this vertical strip-lapped bento-boxed minimalism...

to more traditional ship-lapped frontier-style trading post, now jazzed up like a garish show-girl...

to cagey yet hip with cool signage for those without a second hand???

to the sturdy, trustworthy provider of faith and hope for the needy and the speedy...

to a gracious classic pioneer box house with welcoming front porch [but concealing curtained windows]...

to a turn of the 20th century deco-moderne funeral parlour converted into art gallery and multi-purpose live venue for the mostly undead...[needless to say,  memorial services can still be arranged]

Sunday, August 22, 2010

around oppenheimer park:: vignettes

During the 34th annual Powell Street Festival held in the renewed and recently reopened Oppenheimer Park, I wandered around the periphery of the lively park and well-attended event to focus instead on the details of a gentrifying block that has yet to shed its rough and tumble edges...
Despite the huge effort to clean up the neighbourhood by revitalizing the park and to attract families and tourists [and adventurous yuppies!] who are not turned off by the continuing presence of street people and drug activity, the more squeamish will have to avert their eyes to such gritty evidence as needles stuck to trees and certain fragile beings breaking down unheeded by the masses of better dressed and culinarily sated visitors...

violated trunk...

classical pretensions...

workboots and chandeliers...

portrait behind bars...

a century of grime...

gas pump blues...

chapel revival...

courtyard respite...

and a gauzy reprieve...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

behind japantown

the Downtown Eastside is never a Sunday stroll in the park, but on one such lovely Sunday afternoon when all was quiet and tame on the eastern front with the spring sunshine calming the few local sidewalk citizens, we biked the back lanes and deserted streets north of Powell Street to find the most time and weather worn remains still boldly holding up in their gloriously dilapidated state...

detail from the TAMURA HOUSE entrance on Powell Street...

dark and ancient wood striping this back lane structure...

fading graffiti high up behind the old foundry building at the corner of Powell and Jackson...

fabulously deteriorating back wall of the same foundry building...

the mysterious yet hopeful "BRENDA" garland decorating a broken wall of a demolished site...

traces of vines long expired and stripping off the side wall of an old house...

a study in celadon and burgundies on the back alley access of a warehouse...

an abstract painting in the making on the numbered wall of an empty parking lot...