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By Jesse Sposato
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 | Ari Up tells stories of the punk days the way your grandmother might reminisce about meeting your grandfather. They are mostly based on truth but the kind that has been filtered and glamorized through memory and time. Whatever her formula is, it doesn’t matter—her tales are irresistible, her laugh and giant personality infectious. (Ari’s personality was, in fact, so huge and infectious that there are points in this interview when Jason Rodgers, our photographer, and Veronica Reid, our makeup artist, couldn’t help but join in the conversation.)
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By Nicki Bahrampour
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Isis is unapproachable as she walks onto the patio of the Drake Hotel in Toronto. Unapproachable and curiously unaware of her surroundings, or so it seems. Earphones in, and dark wayfarers shading her eyes, she walks right past me and sits two tables down. “Wow, I totally didn’t see you,” she yells as she takes her earbuds out, shoving them into her purse. I offer to bring my things over to the table she’s chosen; she simply nods and looks back down at her BlackBerry. |
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By Brittany Shoot
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 | The story of Thao Nguyen’s humble rise to fame is one of those easily quoted examples of rags-to-riches that, while inspiring, often seems embellished for the sake of a good story. The daughter of an immigrant single mother, for example, overcoming adversity is Nguyen’s claim to fame among the indie white boy critics who fawn over her records. They may like her music, but they also don’t fail to mention her looks, and at times, treat her like an inaccessible woman, wise beyond her years. But what about the actual talent, the voice that tells the story? | |
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