number 256 rookie of the month

capturing the attention of 5 ladies is tough work...robbie, or 'rob dog' as he told us we could call him was the man of the moment around my kitchen table last night. a week in brisbane clearly had him EXPLODING with conversation.

***rob dog darlinghurst rd 30 12 09

number 255 babes

number 254 finally i play records

it's portable, thank you frank for bringing this all the way from center street for me

number 253 $40 dinner

they arrived, they dirty danced and drank. we talked american politics, jd explained to pricilla what a douche bag was and they liked my house. then we found some others along the way...and started the gas light revival.

***yankee invasion 29 12 09

number 252 fellini

number 251 sake box dinner

TROUBLE!

***sinead allen shea, BB, joseph allen shea 23 12 09 darlinghurst rd

number 250 damn the neighbour

when your dream actually makes sense and it feels like an extension of your day (but even better), it's rare. rare that for once you are not eating some wild plant that was actually your mothers arm 5 minutes prior or something else to that extent, and instead just having the best time ever.

so i was right in the middle of one last night. the best kind of real dream. i was having fun, we were all having fun. all my friends were there, and no one was half mutant. just when the good part started to happen there was an addition to the dream that was coming from real life. real life noise that happens regularly from my building opposite.

as i was being lured down a dark alley by a handsome kind of stranger who was leaning in to give me what was going to be the best kiss known to man kind...he was stopped by some sort of wild moaning. 'what the hell is that' he says...

FUCK IT, wide awake! woken up. by the stupid sexy neighbour just as my dream was really about to take a turn for the blue ribbon winner! dream ended, could not get back to sleep or make the dream re start, had to listen to someone else having sex.

number 249 afternoon naps

***jem, edie darlinghurst rd 22 12 09

number 248 invasion

they are all coming...
***my ny city friends

number 247 not welcome

i love to walk past this crazy community garden on ave a that had a junk pyramid. the junk pyramid has now vanished but it still gave me the security the same way the dog park in thompkin square park does. small amounts of normal in a vast amount of abnormal.

so i headed to the junk garden one afternoon. i could hear fun music coming from there and in a trance went straight for the entrance only to be accosted by a large woman that i ignored. all i could focus on was trying to get as close to where the music was coming from, feeling like miranda in picnic at hanging rock the lure of the pan flute, but this time the lure was the depths of the trombone i could hear - i literally could not stop myself. but as she tried to stop me again from getting any closer, i was like, 'lady i am just wanting to get to the music'...let me past god damn it.

'honey it's a wedding PRIVATE! you actually need to leave' whoops. so i then watched from outside the garden..

number 246 the couch

***darlinghurst rd 18 12 09

number 244 warriors

***all for you ash...the most amazing variation of the one scene i have ever seen. the warriors

number 243 self titled

it's happening...selftitled.com aka tulia wilson new label...HHH OT!

number 242 riding

the path down crown street that i ride seems to be getting faster every time i do it.

last night i was trying hard to not feel like i have been totally over stimulated. pretty much it only took one phone call to get my hot feet peddling out my back gate instead of abiding my house arrest i had put on myself for the night. for some reason just lately, riding a bike seems to attract a certain amount of interaction between all sorts of people that are not on my bike.

riding along, i could feel this car weirdly driving at the same pace. actually it was a cab, filled with 5 men who had asked the driver to put that spot light they use to find addresses...on me. so i look over, yep there they all are, just looking (ogling). ignored, i keep riding. but, when they slowed their pace down to sit just behind me, i decided maybe i might like to say something to them, as that light was now suspiciously shining right on my polka dotted rear end.

so i meet their pace and look over. 'hi' i say...'hi' comes back in unison. still driving and riding at the same 15kpm. 'if you had asked me politely, i would have shown you my ass instead of having to put the spot light on it to have a good look'.

dead silence...then, 'he is getting married next week - show us!'

'too late, and you didn't say please'

zoom off.

number 241 it's all over now

***donovan and bob dylan 1967

number 240 dice

***dice is the only game we need to play....oh and maybe pinball...DICE s smith's house 03 12 09

number 239 phenomenon

i was feeling lucky last night. and a random game of dice seemed to be the perfect destination for luck. someone blew on my dice, and what do you know - i won! first round dunzo...gambling is great - but when you are down to betting with foreign currency, that old 'quit while your ahead' comment some annoying person made up once upon a time is hard not to ignore.

so i left, sans money - bumped into some ladies and next thing 2 of us were telling things that were making our 3rd party pull her tshirt over her head and her ears bleed...4th party arrives with bike in tow. 2nd party gives me a late birthday present on the corner of oxford and college street which went straight on. 3rd party sneaks off, and we lose 2nd party half way down to liverpool street. 4th party and bike riding never felt so good with a big bag of licorice all sorts and a street full of pedestrians.

why and how i woke up in halo of crushed bretton biscuits, and my hands covered in bike chain grease, but a clean face is truly a phenomenon.

number 238 international

number 237 ink

my mother only just stop saying to me 'you don't have any tattoo's do you?' after she came to new york and we were sitting having a coffee, mid conversation she looked through my sheer black top to the middle of my chest and pointed...i looked at her directly in the eye, and stopped what i was saying...paused for a couple of seconds locked eyes, then continued on with my conversation as if the past 5 seconds were a bleep in some dream like state that we had both gone into...not another word spoken about it. really it was my friend sia's fault. it was close to christmas and her mum was there. they were both like 'lets get tattoo's'..and all of a sudden i was with a 60+ year old woman who was saying to me 'ana i am not getting one if you are not getting one' THE PRESSURE...

so off we go. straight to dare devil tattoos i think it's called. can't remember. we were drunk, at the pink pony next door eating french onion soup and snails getting ready to get a tattoo. now it's just there forever.

i wonder if the girl i saw today in coles in the cross's mother ever commented on her tattoo...

right above the ass, as she bent over her top lifted up to reveal in script 'DOGGY STYLE'

number 236 the triffids

***triffids - raining pleasure

number 235 next steps

people don't seem to realise how much fun a place that is empty, plays great old music and has a photo booth can be. when we relentlessly say that we are going to vegas on a saturday night, people are like, 'where??' jac left, she had had enough. hot ken was no where to be seen and clearly all of bena and my attempts of kissing her and laughing at her amazing sexy dancing was not enough for her to keep the fire alive with me and my old partner in crime.

'3 tequila shot's please' i ask...'no shot's allowed'...bena's suggestion of jaeger on the rocks did not go down so well 'I TOLD YOU, NO DRINKS WITHOUT MIXERS!' so much anger behind the bar...really we just wanted some change for the photo shoot we were about to embark on. small amounts of nudity in the photo booth are kind of fun right - forking out another $8 is nothing especially if the first set of photo's that come out half of your heads are missing and you all seem to have a lazy eye. but when it's only your nude part that shows in 2nd set, you lose, and end up having to give that little prized strip to someone else...all of a sudden $16 for 8 tiny photo's when you are flat broke is a lot of coffee.

back to next door and some more spinning around by ourselves. we decide to leave. bump into maggy's friend elliot who was keen to see what i was holding onto. 'where is ana?', 'oh, i don't feature too much in that one' bena looks and smiles at the thought of the hidden copy she has in her bag...'but she does feature in this one!' tadar!!! i'm like ok, you have seen enough of that part of my anatomy now young man...hand it back. 'oh i just want to have another look, i didn't quite get to see.'

elliot leaves, and we decide the next step to complete 'best night ever' was a muesli cookie. cross the road. walk, stop, double take and look at each other - bena is like 'i have no film left', i pull out my camera...

next step...'excuse me young man, would you mind if i take your photo?' willingly leans up against the lamp post and looks straight into that lense down and to the side...'what's it for?' bena is like oh no...'well i have a casting agency and that means if someone comes to me and says, we are looking for handsome young men with long hair and i say i have just the boy, you potentially get a million dollars, so you want to maybe earn a million bucks or not?' bena's jaw drops...'i'd also like to take a photo of your friend'...'could i have a kiss on the cheek' bena's mouth drops even more...'well hmm, no i don't think you could have a kiss on the cheek, but maybe i could...' soft and sweet kiss on the cheek received. 'call me tomorrow baby' cyrus says in his best elvis voice...

best night ever bena...all just for you! and you birthday guy but you went home too early!

number 234 i know you want more

it was joe allen shea's birthday yesterday...dump the bmw, this jeep is for sale!!!











































***happy birthday, i told you susan miller says buy things before we go back in to retrogade - this jeep is yours!

number 233 rise

***public image limited rise

number 232 pump the brakes

when you hang out with people for long enough, it's inevitable that you start talking like them. i work with 2 girls when i go to new york that are total needle in haystack type of people. carin eats the biggest turkey sandwiches, has to have a bag of chips with them and drinks this orange fizzy drink called 'MASH'. karleigh has the best american accent ever and is married to david who is terry richardson's assistant and travels with jack white documenting his tours, i am always like 'karleigh tell me more about alison (mosshart)!!'. both of them have the best legs you have ever seen and if you were laying in a ditch with only half your arm attached and didn't know who to call to come rescue you, you would call them to come and sew it back on for you.

so, i go back 2 times a year and work like a dog with these 2 girls, and get to say really fun things that they make up...i can't remember half of the amazing terms i have learnt from them, but the total winner is 'pump the brakes'. i do not know how i ever lived without this saying, and over the past month it has been on high rotation in my story telling and really every sentence that comes out of my mouth is finished with it.

susan miller so had to pump the brakes on what she was telling me for the months of october and november. i had to pump the brakes when i bumped into my friend helen, and the next thing i was trying on a wedding dress with the both of us saying 'hello, with red boots, stop it!!'...crazy stuff keeps happening when i say it out loud, so i need to totally pump the brakes and only wish for things like a navy ford capri and a money tree, all the really important things in life.

number 231 covers

***Toro y Moi cover of Beach house MASTER OF NONE

number 230 my stomach got sunburnt

got picked up by 2 handsome men and taken to gordons bay. they frolicked while my belly got really sunburnt.















***gordons bay 13 11 09

number 229 spoilt

there was high traffic in the bedroom, and a carrot cake with a sparkler. i should have made more egg sandwiches and been ready earlier.















***31 10 09 darlinghurst rd i got a bunch of killer presents

number 228 true norwegian black metal

i watched this over and over many late nights in ny...the last scene yeiks...

number 227 dance

she works hard for the money, and knows how to wear a pair of denim shorts so well. one of the most talented, hottest driven friends i have is up and running...
steviedance.com














***daul kim by stevie dance russh nov/dec 09

number 226 mantra - one small present

***i have so been asking the universe for the wrong things lately...THIS is what i really need a ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri ford capri

number 225 free

***the cockettes (this documentary is tricky to find but worth the hunt)

number 224 halloweeeeeeeeeen

***state theatre 30 10 09

number 223 tomorrow night

***debbie harry sans pants

number 222 tough and tougher

once upon a time i worked in a crazy place...but amongst the madness and accusal's of sneaking peaks at other peoples pay cheques, camel toes and fun late nights there were roses between thorns...when i first started at this establishment i was a minority female in a male dominated commune. it didn't take long for the oestrogen to catch on and soon there was much sharing of intimate detail of numerous nights and soft soft skin to be conquered. this place changed me and i do miss it...god friday mornings were something to be reckoned with, as were the celebration of life lunches. the art department, what a great place to be on a friday in 2003















***i miss you guys and sausage rolls and chicken crimpies

number 221 up to date

nothing has been happening!!!! no one believes me

number 220 sharing the air

i sat on this bench with my partner in crime talking like it was our last talk. we immediately launched into some decent topics, feeling like we were the only people in that whole park. for the ones who wanted to eaves drop, it was worth it i guess. 2 girls sitting there, discussing the possible affects of acid on toilet paper, lesbian love affairs, men, drugs, body con dresses, waxing and way more. to the middle aged man that sat right next to us, it might have been the best thing he had heard all year. at one stage we both looked at each other, agreeing in look that we needn't censor or lower the volume on our conversation continuing on because really, we would never see this man again in our entire lives.

so now back in my little darlinghurst ryokan. things seem to be slightly different on the subject of censoring and sharing the air.

having just got home shutting the door behind me, there was an immediate knock knock knock...look through peep hole, it is next door neighbour that shares a common wall with me. how can i pretend i am not home?????

'hi aaaana, i was just wondering if i could talk to you about a few things...' ulgh, 'come in of course'...so he informs me (just in case i didn't know), that the wall we share is paper thin. i am rapidly learning that my building seems to be VERY japanese. the lady who lives below me also let me in on the fact that the floors are as thin as rice paper and she could hear even an earring drop!...pretty interesting as i can never seem to hear anything but the sexy neighbour in my entire building - well, they can ALL clearly hear me.

as (can't remember his name) was trying to explain to me that i was obviously very social, all of a sudden i was like, hang on, i have been away for a month there has been no noise. is what he is trying to tell me that he thinks that i am the sexy neighbour??? it was so loud the other night that someone yelled out the window 'are you ok down there?'...

if only sneaking in and out of my own front door trying not to see mr no noise next door neighbour was as easy as walking away from mr nosey in the park.















***central park debriefing september 09

number 219 back up

ok i have permission...the uncensored area's are back up...



















***this is only the beginning

number 218 back route

number 217 ride the worm

topics of conversation were at their finest last night around the zawada table of truth. the run down of the musical wicked was a total winner, dust storms, dune and way more AMAZING subjects that i can't now remember - but it seemed to be the tongue of mister allen shea that caught the delayed attention of the ladies at the table.

possibly the result of a month long honeymoon that led to the best of the numerous comments flowing from allen shea's bearded lips.

'but isn't that what all women want - to ride the gaint worm' - jo you know the ladies only too well...










***sandworm dune

number 216 homeward bound

i actually am already home bound...with swollen internal organs. i still eat nothing on those planes and if what ever they pump through the air conditioning makes your ankles swell, then it surely makes your organs...oh big belly go the fuck away now!!!



***simon and garfunkle 1967

number 215 the split

***kate bush them heavy people

number 214 double up

i am sure these bunks could tell a few stories. i woke up steaming in this room one morning, to a song being written for cher across the hall way.



















***one of my bedrooms nyc

number 213 the lure

jo was no help in proving me wrong with my theory of all the hot boys that ride skate boards in new york are gay...and someone else is trying to lure me back to sydney with this image...














***subject title 'boys' co stevie

number 212 hap hap hap

number 3 on the birthday list...susan, (as per that amazing night where we were only allowed to call each other by our middle names).















***suz thompson happy 28th birthday to you

number 211 she wolf

my friend ben once said to me i was part of a gang. curious, i was like oh yeh, what kind of gang? to which he looked at me in disbelief...'she wolves' - and then howled towards the sky...it made me laugh so so much...















***she wolf natural history museum nyc

number 210 dia beacon

i went here today. ran through grand central station like i was in a movie because i was late, to meet my partners in crime with a hangover to do something so wonderful. i really love art, but get bored in art galleries that are big, and can never be bothered to read the blurbs to find out the theory behind the black canvas that sits in front of me.

this was truly one of the best galleries that i have been to. a 2 hour train ride out of new york, to come to a sanctuary of immense natural light that houses art on a grand scale.

not much gets me out of bed in new york for some reason. but this i would do again any day and with an early call time.


















***dia beacon new york

number 209 the jane

it's small, and even when you are a guest, and are cool there is a door policy to get into the bar...


















***the jane hotel rooms

number 208 the roof

***my old roof center street
emily, benedict last night 19 09 09

number 207 birthdaizzzz

they have started again...

annie rose wright zawada happiest of birthdays to you. set that london town on fire! i miss you..















***annie rose wright zawada aka tubarosa

number 206 naked drama

***drawing by benedict

number 205 it comes around

the last 72 hours has proven good in the old memory making part.

but it was the last hour that really made me smile. sitting on a bench, having eaten free olives and being drunk after 1 drink just watching time go by, a girl that i used to work with walked past me...'hey' i call out. hey, she responds, then is like 'oh i was with some girl the other day that was talking about you, a friend of molly's who was asking all about you.' i am like, hmm, don't know any molly's, and she is like aimee??...i am thinking still don't know, and she is like yeh, 'aimee osbourne...you know her right?'

oh right, my best friend aimee osbourne...

so so good, i just smiled, and told her ONLY the whole story as to how i actually know aimee osbourne, and why she is asking about me.

good times.

number 204 can you understand her

***i took this for my friend stevie...she says 'i love russh magazine' in russian.

number 203 print your own - elms does

***eric elms studio williamsburg