The Overdose Prevention Society offers volunteer-based services and lifeguard stations out of Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside neighbourhood. From harm reduction supplies and Narcan training, to sterile injection sites and peer counselling, the OPS provides a safe environment for the city’s homeless and street entrenched.
“At the Vancouver Overdose Prevention Society, we see a lot of dogs come through our door. Sometimes the dogs need medical attention that costs money. So, this year we made a calendar to celebrate our furry heroes as a fundraiser to help them receive the care they need, as they give us so much love and compassion.”
Calendars can be purchased in-person at OPS (58 East Hastings St) from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. daily or by email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Cost: $15.00 or $20.00 by mail.
All profits go to animals belonging to DTES residents and individuals using OPS services.
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It’s expensive. It’s impractical. It makes everything photographed on it look like it took place in the 1970s. So why bother with film?
A few years ago I planned a solo road trip to Haida Gwaii. I drove up in my admittedly unequipped Toyota Echo (thankfully the weather cooperated on my 16-hour drive) and spent the days around my spring birthday staying with a friend in the village of Skidegate.
I took four cameras: two digital SLRs, an instant camera, and a Canon AE-1, circa 1976. It had been my dad’s, and was the first camera I’d ever used. I’d shot hundreds of rolls of black-and-white film with it in high school but for several years it had joined the other vintage cameras I’d collected on a shelf in my bedroom. I figured a trip which I intended to photograph heavily required a little bit of variety, so I dusted it off and shelled out $50 for five rolls of Fujicolor Pro 400H 35mm film for the first time since I’d studied photography in college.
“The more important thing is, we wanted to give people access to the psilocybin experience—and to confirm, or not—that all these things that had happened to us were really happening to us; that it really did seem to open up the doorways to some very strange places. We were looking for affirmation or confirmation of our own experiences.”