Fiona Morrow

Sophia Stel walks through the door of her local Gastown café as the barista waves a mug in her direction. “The usual?” The usual—dark roast drip, black, no sugar—is as unfussy as its drinker. Stel wears her waist-length brown hair parted simply in the mid... See more

Colette knows something is up. She’s unsettled, chattier than usual, and vacillating between limpet devotion and crazed Tasmanian Devil mania. Cats are not stupid. They know when you aren’t paying attention. This week, mine has whacked my phone out of my ... See more

About half an hour into Blue Heron, the impressive debut feature film by Sophy Romvari, a father and his four children are developing a photograph in a tiny darkroom at their family home. “Time is going backwards,” the father says. “It’s a time warp.” The... See more

I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it I’m about to lose control and I think I like it It’s 6.30 p.m. on a Thursday in the dog days of summer, and on an unassuming corner of Fraser Street, the heat is on. Entering Chez Céline feels like showing up to a ... See more

The night before I dropped my younger son at the airport for his flight back to university, he suggested we watch a movie he had seen at the theatre in Montreal. We do this a lot—sharing films, music, and television we each think the other will enjoy. Ind... See more