Donovan Patrick Mahoney, known by a many as @DonovanPee on Twitter and Instagram has a way of capturing the soul of the city. We’ve enlisted him to take a trip around the many neighbourhoods in the city. We begin with where it all started, Gastown.
The frustration with Closed
I shoot just what I see.
Reflecting west.
No one asked the bulldozer how it felt.
Originally when I’d set out to take these photos I was going to ask people what they considered to be Gastown. Emily was the only one I asked, she told me it was between Yaletown and Downtown. I thanked her for the photos and wished her well in finding her way home.
I was just trying to find a place with a different perspective to take a photo when Emily and her friends showed up. I didn’t realize until after I’d taken a couple of photos and shown them that they were there to do a photo shoot as well. There’s nothing worse than a photo poacher.
Sweat shop. Hope not.
Walking up Water St. I could see two people up in the distance with signs on the back. Honestly, I thought it was going to be those end of the world signs. Instead, I found out these two were a homeless couple and had decided to make signs saying the would clean the streets regardless of spare change but definitely hoped for some…
After I took this photo they looked up and didn’t say anything. I decided to walk over and show them the photo I just took. I told them that I don’t often tell people when I take their photo because it changes the natural beauty of life as it unfolds.
Tyler asked me if I’d ever been to The Greedy Pig…then went on to tell me; “it’s the best because it smells like bacon.”
Est. 1937
The outskirts of Gastown, better know as the Downtown Eastside
Uncle Ron
The new Tacofino patio on Blood Alley. Blood Alley could use a few more larger patios fronting it.
Blood Alley…it’s changed a little over the years
Gastown Hotel
I’m next.
Lunch special.
Just another fade.
Places two fingers on the screen and motions outward to enlarge photo…I’m only guessing though.
I took his photo and then he asked for it back. It took me longer than I’d like to admit to realize he was joking. I felt bad for ruining his joke.