As the XXI Snowking Festival kicks into full gear this week, take a look back at this history of the event, first published a year ago: It all starts in the Woodyard, that picaresque, old-by-Yellowknife-standards neighbourhood on the shores of Yellowknife Bay. Its buildings are examples of a genre you could call survival architecture: cozy, pie-eyed shacks

Stephen Woolf is packing up and leaving town in a few months, but before he goes, there are a few loose ends to tie off. One of them: finding a fitting home for a piece of Yellowknife history – albeit recent history. Crowning a shed filled with power tools and stacks of core boxes –

Yellowknife photographer Kirsten Murphy was going through a personal rough patch when she got the inspiration to take pictures of people’s scars. “I wasn’t feeling particularly good about myself and I turned that into work by looking at people who’ve been through real physical pain,” says Murphy, who is presenting Scars, a solo exhibition March

In 1965, Everett George Klippert, a 39-year-old mechanic’s helper, was charged with four counts of gross indecency in the now-abandoned town of Pine Point, NWT. Deemed “incurably homosexual” and detained indefinitely as a dangerous sexual offender, he was the last person to be imprisoned for homosexuality in Canada, and his case, which went all the

After years of “couch-surfing” their art gallery around town, YK ARCC finally has some new digs in Old Town — at least for now. The city’s artist-run centre has struggled to put down roots since its inception and has been largely homeless since last summer, until its recent move into the old theatre between the

I don’t think the French like our film Conibear. No one has come out and said so yet, but that’s the message I’m getting. You know, the type of message you got from your mom when she saw your first tattoo… a forced half-smile with a severe look that says she is utterly disappointed, and

I had been in Fort Smith for about two months when the questions started. I’d be out interviewing someone for work and suddenly it would be my turn to answer: “So are you going to join hockey?” Women’s hockey. I recall it being a thing for the most hardcore of players, the university athletes, the