the markets of chinatown were literally at every turn. how were there so many?! all the bins were overflowing with copious amounts of food, supposedly. i say supposedly because i was questioning myself on the edibility of what was before my eyes. i had never seen anything like the foods that lay in front of me in my life, and i was uncontrollably intrigued. i photographed every market i encountered, and it had nothing to do with hunger.
i thirsted to see more of chinatown. i wanted to dive back into the colorful abyss… i felt the need to capture all of chinatown in the next two hours, to take full advantage of soaking in the beauty of the place, so i broke away from my travel partners to explore the chaos on my own.
as our tour bus whizzed past vancouver’s chinatown i fell into an immediate visual orgasm. the colors popped off all the tiny individual shops and markets. all the store fronts were littered with clutter of all kinds.
these shots are taken along the walk back to our hotel from granville island. the mosaic was squished into the sidewalk. it was beautiful. too beautiful to be walked all over.. the esso gas station red reminded me of the exxon logo in america.. esso.. exxon… hmmm
and then there’s the crookedly slanting wall. it made me feel like i was falling over.
these images were collected by exploring the store infested island with my camera whilst my boring aunt and cousin were shopping.. i felt so stifled by them on this trip. most of the time i just pretended they weren’t there.. as if i was all by myself.. and that was when i was at my happiest.
i loved how all over vancouver they incorporated flowers via floor and hanging planters. they gave the city life and color. on that note, the shipping truck was the happiest commercial vehicle i’ve ever seen.
and then the recyclables only container showed off the eco-friendliness of the city, which is unfortunately lacking in america.
i came upon this house while we were walking on our way to get a ferry over to granville island. it was an old house, so it stuck out like a sore thumb amid the towers of buildings that made up downtown vancouver.
judging from the foosball table, i would say some college guys lived in the house.