Tucked away in the hip neighbourhood of West Broadway behind beloved local eatery The Tallest Poppy, The Sherbrook Inn isn’t really a place where you would expect live wrestling to be a hit.
Major film releases featuring Black characters and stories are few and far between. When these films do make it to theatres – such as 2018 films Sorry to Bother You and BlacKkKlansman – they often are only in select cinemas for short runs.
Write Ur Own Rom/Com // How I Learned to Drive // All You Can Eat Perogies! // Winnipeg Tattoo Show // Boss Babe Pyjama Party
Barbara Bruce introduces herself in Cree. Her name is Kitchi Pinesiw Piminaw (Flies High Thunderbird), and she is from the Ma’iingan-doodem (Wolf Clan).
“Do you even lift, bro?”
A puzzle by Justin Ladia.
Eadha Bread will host a Valentine’s Sourdough for Queers workshop on Feb. 14.
Black History Month on campus // Free music workshops for North End youth // La Poutine Week // Canadian International Comedy Film Festival // Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia at UWinnipeg
Vanessa and JP Peters have helped some of Winnipeg’s most exciting musical projects to sound their best as co-proprietors of Private Ear Recording.
Food is a multi-sensory experience that can transport us elsewhere.
Tune your guitar and polish up your magic tricks – there’s a new open mic coming to Winnipeg.
2018 was a big year for Chanty Marostica.
Breakups can be difficult, whether it’s a romantic breakup or the breakup of your favourite band. But they don’t have to be.
Winnipeg Cinematheque is hosting a retrospective of the films of Jean-Pierre Melville in celebration of the director’s 100th birthday.
Open Caskets book launch // Throwback Thursdays III at WECC // Jay Mohr at Rumor’s // Sheena Rattai salutes Leonard Cohen // Forthwith Festival // After the Cause
Audrey Mercado describes her decorative style as a “broke version of mid-century modern,” complete with wood panelling, accents and furniture.
Humans primally express themselves with sound. Where there is joy, there is a joyful noise. Where there is pain, there is wailing.
A comic by Eric Hetherington
I’m thinking about this vision I had for my life as a kid. I saw myself living in a hundred-year-old bungalow, with creaky floors and incense burning and classical music on the radio. There were cats, and maybe someone who loved me living their life in tandem with mine.
The Christmas I was in kindergarten, my aunts gifted me a really cute denim jacket – the kind I would be stoked to wear today. I remember looking at my five-year-old self in the mirror as I tried it on, and feeling, for the first time, deeply ashamed of my body. I looked … big, which in my mind, already equated to bad. This was the first time I decided I was ugly. (It wasn’t the jacket’s fault.)