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Stuart Adam Shein

Features Writer

  The Montreal neighborhoods I walked through signified multiculturalism. After moving to Ottawa and finishing graduate school at Carleton, familiar neighborhoods and hangouts changed into Asian countries - more journeys. Indonesia, Thailand and South Korea are where my professional aspirations developed and my identity, transformed. Diversity evolved into a lifestyle and my new name read, transnational. Until now.

I am located in Ottawa and in place of urban exploring the underground of Seoul or running along subway tracks that descend into tunnels on a long night’s walk, I have other lines to follow. My home borders downtown. Ottawa’s concrete is now the paper on which I write.  

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About Art - Bank Street Blue

About Art - Bank Street Blue

Photos by Stuart Adam Shein A group immersed in conversation sits next to a wall at Bridgehead Coffee on Bank and Gilmour. This seems like an ordinary image of no special importance but the exposed bricks of that particular wall and the industrial design of the interior invites imagination. The [...]

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Learn, Laugh, Listen - Love

Learn, Laugh, Listen - Love

What event is most significant in your life? One answer is being born - the other is dying. I say, it might be the day when addiction laid your world bare or perhaps the day, that day, when you climbed - climbed out of addiction to begin your life again. The redemptive night of Saturday, April [...]

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Rideau Street Borders

Rideau Street Borders

Rideau Street is a border between the Ottawa I live in and the Ottawa I visit. The Byward Market sits on the opposite side and my story migrates there. The Bluebird Cafe on Dalhousie, has a medium roast - ideal with the right amount of sunlight pouring through the window. As I write, each sip is ink. [...]

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Escape from Seoul to Ottawa’s Cityscape

Escape from Seoul to Ottawa’s Cityscape

I stop at my regular food stall in Gangnam. The Uncle is Seoul’s human landmark; his hands are accustomed to heat-intensive labor; he sells the ultimate street meat - fish paste on wooden sticks and delectable rice cakes stewing in a red, tangy sauce. I tuck into a coffee shop. A twenty-year [...]

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