Finally, I pay my first visit to MOCCA. Luckily, its two small but stunning Contact photo exhibitions continue for another week. Why did it take me so long to get to this great little gallery? If it weren't for Elaine's endorsement, I would still be missing this little gem.
I see Fred Herzog’s vignettes 60‘s Vancouver, glimpsing remnants of my childhood, though these scenes predate my arrival to the city by a decade. I spy downtown East Side, Main Street, the now defunct Army & Navy store. A juxtaposition of Viviane Sassen's African desert scapes with Scarlett Hooft Graafland's polar scapes. In Sassen's montage, the rich blackness makes facial features subtle within its outline.
Nearby is the well-stocked Designer Fabrics. Once again, I search through the racks for the perfect bedroom drapery fabric, and again, I walk out without.
I rush home. The media is all abuzz with pre-game chattery. How will the Canucks fare against the Bruins? I pretend to be a diehard fan as I don my allegiance-on-a-shirt and head to nearby Maple Leaf Sports Bar to watch the puck drop on its 3 storey high TV screen. After 2 and 1/2 periods, I leave--this scoreless game looks like it will not end anytime soon. I miss the spectacular goal in the dying seconds of regulation time. Oh well--there will be more games yet.
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