Afishionado Gallery

Get over it. That’s what I keep telling myself. Because this shop-​gallery is just begging for it, a snarky, simple review that reads something like «need i say more?» — There is no excuse for the name Afishionado for a gallery period, let along one at Fisherman’s Terminal. And they lose a star for it.
As well, remember that everything I see today is filtered through the sunny, 70 degree lens of a perfect spring afternoon. Forewarned.
A miniature, curiously non touristy gallery where seemingly everything was created by a local artist. And other than the idiotic name, although I wouldn’t travel out of my way to shop here and can’t quite remember what got me to go in in the first place, I found several near irresistible items and even a couple I paid cash money to take home with me. Plenty of *I want that* energy coursing through my system here. Specially cool rubens/​goddess inspired relief wall plaques, tidy sun drenched oils, a sweet pewter box, and tucked in here and there dreamy stuff you wanted to touch.
And although I shop around for unique jewelry and see the same artists all over town, I had never seen any of this collection before — to a piece, it was desirable [Was I high, or was the de rigeur impulse-​buy display of northwesty and beachy critters even distinctive and appealing? I’m sure it was.).
The embarrassingly named but impeccably appointed gallery. It wouldn’t be going out of my way to stop in again if I were also in the mood for fish & chips at Little Chinooks, say. And I would like another look at the beautiful necklace with sprays of tiny blueberries. And maybe this time I’ll buy the wall plaque I coveted enough to carry with me for a few moments.