I’m sitting next to the Maritime Market on Granville Island wondering how on earth I’m going to review the show I just saw. As I sit on the warm wooden bench getting bitten by tiny mosquitoes, a parade of people drift by - there’s the perfect looking couple with matching blonde hair and stylish athletic wear, the upper middle class quartet discussing their latest trip to Tuscany, the group of red-faced and more than slightly tipsy revellers wearing backpacks and flip flops, and the indie hipster fringe volunteers drinking illicit beers. The difference between all of these nonchalant and self-assured...