Bears, Mud and Bush: Adventures in Northern Filmmaking
Talking with the battle-hardened crew behind The Sun at Midnight, a new made-in-the-North film that opens next week
Talking with the battle-hardened crew behind The Sun at Midnight, a new made-in-the-North film that opens next week
Observations on Dark Days: The Yellowknife artist is setting off to circumnavigate the North
Discover a long-running collective of world-class artists living and producing right in the heart of Yellowknife
Dysfunctional, diverse, utilitarian, with flashes of inspiration, our troubled downtown is still our hub
What do the territory’s communities have that the capital doesn’t? Plenty! From dry fish in Tsiigehtchic to donuts in Fort Providence, a look at the unique joys to be found outside city limits
On the eve of Dog Island 11, a look back at YK’s watery drive-in
Whether or not you broke the law, if you lived in Yellowknife in the 1970s/80s, you probably remember this authority figure
As more and more places revert to their original Dene titles, could the capital be next?
After years of poor to mediocre crops, this fall’s cranberry harvest looks to be a bumper. Here’s the dos and don’ts of berry-picking around Yellowknife
Is there anything to the rumour that our most prevalent visitors are here to make love under the Northern Lights?
From the August/September issue of EDGE YK magazine: She survived breast cancer and reconstructive surgery, then agreed to have her new, and scarred, body photographed for a public exhibit. Here’s why.
The Molly Hogan was not an elegant vessel. It would not win any awards for craftsmanship, nor was it the quickest ship on the northern waterways, but for the prospectors and miners in Yellowknife, the small diesel-driven tugboat and its barge was a lifeline to the outside world. Northern Transportation Company Limited (NTCL) first sent
“Would you like to join us for Halloween tonight?” I asked my French couchsurfer. He was a little hesitant. Having never celebrated Halloween in Europe, he wasn’t quite sure what he would be getting himself into; but since there was a chance the Northern Lights might break free of the clouds that night, he decided to go
Above the whiteboard scribbled with self-deprecating references to songs with no names, a creased 8.5 x 11 of the late Lemmy stares down at the room, the sharpie-scrawled words below him demanding ‘Play Harder.’ The DIY motivational poster is just one of the the many scraps lining the walls of LiverFight’s studio in Fort Smith,