Studio Mile-Ex, an expansive industrial space in the rapidly evolving Mile-Ex neighborhood of Montreal, served as the setting for Imago Theatre’s “immersive and site-specific” Scorpio Moon. Once our tickets were scanned, we passed through a door, then a passage lined with plastic sheeting and tarps, entering the world of the play.

Written by Montreal’s Adjani Poirier, Scorpio Moon is set in an unnamed city of low rent and high culture, where young artists have the economic space to live and create with a Utopian freedom, where an abandoned warehouse hosts a reckoning between two close friends about the aftermath of an incredible betrayal.

As the days lengthen and the earth awakens, Chef Fiona Genevieve of Molotov Cuisine invites us to celebrate the Spring Equinox with a feast that embodies the spirit of renewal and rebirth.

Every morning of my first four years in Montreal, I walked by a vivid yellow door as I headed down Aylmer toward McGill University’s campus. It always seemed like a fun, quirky touch against the urban backdrop.

Montreal's vibrant queer comedy scene is bursting forth from the winter doldrums with the second annual Winterlewd festival. Building on the success of its inaugural year, Winterlewd 2025 expands its reach with a focus on inclusivity, collaboration, and showcasing the diverse talents within the LGBTQ+ community.

Montreal’s Nuit Blanche has been a part of our city winters for over 20 years. It was established on the heels of its Parisian predecessor in 2003 as a vital part of Montreal en Lumière.

I like cheeky theater. I think we can use a little more of it in our lives. I had an unexpectedly cheeky night when I ventured out into a frigid January evening that I’ve become accustomed to, yet detest nonetheless.

When I walked into the Mainland Theatre, I wasn’t expecting a long line of people waiting to check in. Yet, there I was, standing on the narrow stairs as groups of people came in.

Docking my Bixi at the corner of St. Laurent and St. Catherine, I weave through the shiny new CIBL radio station and dodge the long line outside Club Soda. The air smells faintly of grilled meat and poutine from Pool Hall, and I jaywalk across the street toward the door of Café Cléopâtre.

Forget The Box, as it currently exists, is a testament to the necessity of change. When I resurrected this publication in 2023, it wasn't a mere dusting off of archives, but a full-fledged reinvention.