I can watch this scene over and over again.

tes chantes, tes espoirs, tes désirs, ta musique

on était proche, si proche, tousjours plus proche

the wolf + the witch

the ninja

two pirates

two witches + kitty

all photos courtesy of Ben Powless

bruschetta

This was snapped while walking around Haute Ville. I saw it on the side of a building and something about it really struck me. Québec City just celebrated its 400-year anniversary; you can feel its history as you wander the streets.

I saw this mailbox while walking around Lévis, which is on the other side of the Saint Laurent river. I love its dimensions and the simplicity of white on black.

This was taken outside the window of a café and deli. The lovely font is what I typically associate with a storefront in Paris.

A municipal office in Lévis. Why can’t government buildings everywhere be this stylish? I want to know what this typeface is.

A sign for a convenience store. You never see signs like this being made anymore, and it’s kind of too bad.

A used bookstore on Rue Saint Jean. I ended up buying a “Music of Old Russia” record from there. Can’t wait to listen to it when I’m reunited with my turntable.

I snapped this poster inside the washroom of a crêperie where we were eating breakfast, so the angle is really awkward. Mes Aïeux is a local folk band, as I later found out. I liked the design of their poster and the contrast between these two typefaces.

Sign in the window of a restaurant that was about to open. Black on white. Simple.

Even the street signs in Québec are done with style. I think that this reflects well on a city.

Aside: this is my submission for the Designer Daily Group Writing Project. By the time this is published, you may still have a few hours to enter.

In this Saturday’s Globe and Mail, Margaret Wente did more than just cross lines. She proved that the disgusting elitism that has long defined the “civilized” thought of white people is alive and well.
Here’s the article: link.
Here are two excellent responses: one is by Ben and the other (although not a direct response to the editorial) is by a blogger I’m not yet familiar with.

edit: thinking about it further, it’s not the article itself that scares me the most. I am most terrified of the fact that many others secretly think this way, without having Wente sanction it. I’m scared that there were people who read this and nodded along and then went on to sip their coffee. I’m scared that this editorial will get buried in the rubble of everyday things and routines and will instead transform into offhand remarks and passing thoughts.

more.

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i’d believe you, honey, i’d believe you.