Death of Target

When Target entered the Canadian retail landscape in 2013, I was excited. I had hoped that the cross-border shopping experience would be replicated with affordable, unique items not easily found at the competition. Thus on opening day, I was there. Something felt amiss though. I overheard several people comment on how it was just a "new Zellers". It would get better, I thought, but it never really did. The brand had overextended themselves and underestimated the Canadian marketplace. 

On January 15, 2015, Target Canada announced it would be filing for bankruptcy and closing all of its retail operations. It would be the first of many retailers to make this announcement in the coming months. 

On March 29, 2015, with five days left until closing, I photographed the death of Target: 

Thirty Something: Vignette no.2

I hopped in the backseat of the cab. A protective shield acted as a barrier between myself and the driver. These weren't present in taxis roaming the streets of the city I currently live in. However, the city I currently live in does not have the level of crime that plagues my hometown. I felt disconnected, but it was just as well; cab drivers can be quiet or entirely too talkative.

The commute – my regular commute – from the airport to my childhood home would be 40 minutes long winding through industrial zones, past the latest crop of highly congested retail outlets, to a residential area replete with mature trees, manmade lakes and a rich French/Metis history. My parents chose a physically- and spiritually-lush place to raise me. Although returning now brought a flood of bittersweet memories. 

The cab driver eventually did initiate conversation. This started out with the type of generic universal dialogue that strangers fill the air (and time) with, but eventually evolved into one of the most profound colloquies I've ever had. 

The driver appeared to be roughly the same age as myself and shared much of the same goals, struggles and heartbreak that I was going through. As many in their 30s can relate to. The frank discussion covered life aspirations that seemed to be eternally out of grasp, and ended, upon pulling up in front of my mother's house, our final destination, on the topic of parental loss and the hardship of faking enough strength to emotionally carry remaining family from their own despair. My father died last summer after an unexpected and far too brief battle with esophageal cancer. My driver's father died five years ago from a sudden heart attack.

He was not present.

And did not get to say "goodbye". 

All of his family reside in India.

As I exited the taxi cab, I gave my farewell to the driver and told him to phone his mother. He smiled warmly, then watched and waited as I left to greet my own. 

All that weekend, I regretted sharing everything with this exceptional stranger but our names.

ROK Checklist:

Over the past few weeks, I've been finalizing arrangements for my trip to the Republic of Korea which will kick off the Year of Adventure™ I aim to have, living life to the fullest while celebrating the unbounded spirit of my late, beloved father. There are many things I want to do during my brief time there … and many items that I feel are essential to making it an enjoyable holiday. Including: 

Travel journal to record my thoughts. Illustrated by Gustove Doré. Selected based upon the experiences of the day: 

Reading material: 

Sleeping pills. There is a 24-hr food market a few blocks away from my hotel that should keep me occupied while I adjust to the 15 hour time difference. If required, these will aid the process. 

Imodium. There is a 24-hr food market a few blocks away from my hotel that should keep me occupied as I partake in a quest to sample every dish of Korean street food. Including things I can't identify. Including things I CAN identify and still willingly choose to indulge in. 

Western snacks. It's been my experience that eastern junk food is not as stupendously sweet as its western counterpart. Two weeks doesn't seem like a long time, but I am not willing to go through the withdrawal.   

One Million dollars. Or, more accurately, Won. The conversion equals approximately one thousand in Canadian funds. I still feel baller though. 

I'm nearly set. Let the countdown begin...

1986

Grade 1. 
Reading. Writing. Addition. Subtraction. 
Disney. Barbie. Easybake. Hockey. 
You can play with the girls and keep up with the boys. 
Neon. Cassette deck stereo. 
Duran Duran playing on the radio. 

This kid has no idea what lies ahead. 

But she dreams big. 

Alternative North Korean Propaganda Posters

As the Democratic People's Republic of Korea prepares to celebrate the 70th anniversary since the founding of its Worker's Party, hundreds of slogans were created to encourage patriotism amongst citizens. 

I've decided to create my own propaganda posters based on these rallying calls, the design of which illustrates the fantastical sentiment being promised while hinting at a conflicting, darker reality. 

FAIRYLAND FOR THE PEOPLE:

COUNTRY OF MUSHROOMS:

BIG FISH HAUL:

NONE OF THEM WILL SURVIVE: