The Bulletin: Reviving the 1930s, illegal taxis and churches, and 1,000-year-old parties [Issue #18]

As we're writing this, it's been just over a week since spring started, and yet it's snowing outside. It'll no doubt be gone soon, but we're over these last few jagged fingernails of winter clinging to the edge of the city. We want warmth, we want fun, and we want something to get our minds off of Airbnbs and into better vibes.

Leonard Cohen once wrote: In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!”