Vancouver Magazine
BREAKING: Team Behind Savio Volpe Opening New Restaurant in Cambie Village This Winter
Burdock and Co Is Celebrating a Decade in Business with a 10-Course Tasting Menu
The Frozen Pizza Chronicles Vol. 3: Big Grocery Gets in on the Game
Recipe: This Blackberry Bourbon Sour From Nightshade Is Made With Chickpea Water
The Author of the Greatest Wine Book of the Last Decade Is Coming to Town
Wine Collab of the Week: A Cool-Kid Fizz on Main Street
10 Black or African Films to Catch at the 2023 Vancouver International Film Festival
8 Indigenous-Owned Businesses to Support in Vancouver
5 Things to Do in Vancouver This Week (September 25- October 1)
Protected: Kamloops Unmasked: The Most Intriguing Fall Destination of 2023
Dark Skies in Utah: Chasing Cosmic Connection on the Road
Fall Wedges and Water in Kamloops
Attention Designers: 5 Reasons to Enter the WL Design 25
On the Rise: Meet Vancouver Jewellery Designer Jamie Carlson
At Home With Photographer Evaan Kheraj and Fashion Stylist Luisa Rino
With this issue my tenure atop the masthead comes to an end-John Burns, the executive editor, is taking over-and what an enriching six years it’s been. From the frenetic Olympic buildout to the global economic crash, through the unbridled success of the Games themselves and the lingering hangover once the world left town, I’m privileged to have had a front-row seat. The departure of Sam Sullivan from the mayor’s office and of Gordon Campbell from the premier’s office opened the city to new ways of imagining and staking its place in the world. Who we choose to personify our city is a fascinating exercise in self-definition.
Vancouver, like every city, is a splendid accident happening in slow motion, a quiet collision of cultures and political views, of financial lust and social concern, of self-interest and communal benefit. Planning is not just about the use of space; it’s about the unfolding and refining of civic aspiration over time. A hockey team is not just a bunch of superbly athletic guys wearing the same uniform; it’s a means by which we express our passionate commonality. A fine restaurant is more than just a place to have dinner; it’s the embodiment of the values (as well as the calories) that sustain us. Vancouver-however you view or experience it-is what we share, and what we share adds strength to our individual pursuits.
The education I’ve received and the friendships I’ve made have been wonderful perquisites of this job. Many people went out of their way to help me understand how the city functions and who, visibly or not, has a hand on the levers. Over these six years the magazine has sought, among other things, to provide a sort of anthropology of influence, to discover who speaks (and who should speak) for Vancouver. I’m proud of most of the stories and images we’ve published and posted. I’m proud of the recognition and awards we’ve earned. But I’m most proud of the calibre and commitment of the people who, in difficult times, carry on Vanmag’s 45-year tradition of conceiving and executing a magazine worthy of the readers it’s intended to inform, guide, and entertain.