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This year, the affluent and oh-so-well-regulated West Vancouver discreetly noted a 75th birthday. Here, as the celebration quietly winds down, we take a fond look at the party monsters who live and pay taxes in Canada's magnate municipality.
Art: What a crazy idea. We love it, we hate it, we make fun of it, we pretend to understand it, we use it as a tool and we use it as a weapon. Some of our reasons are cynical, some are scary and some of them are good.
They are better educated than those before them, but the jobs are mundane. They are excellent conversationalists, but no one wants to listen to them. They have taste, but those in the power positions have German cars. They wore black, but trend-hungry Baby Boomers drove them to color. They didn't march for peace, and they don't remember the Jack Kennedy assassination.
Disaffected, reasonably dressed and largely Albertan, the Reform Association of Canada came to town to confer on the future. Mainly, though, they were looking for a plausible foundation on which to build a political party, and went ahead anyway.
They stare at Doug Christmas, the mild-looking Canadian art dealer. They want to see what someone who had pleaded no-contest to seven felony counts for over $1 million looked like
For Pino Posteraro, pulling off a Vancouver-themed dinner at New York’s famed James Beard House took exhaustive preparation, meticulous planning, and a little help from his friends