Sunday, August 30, 2009

number 196 today was a good day

my friend dan used to scream this out at the top of his voice when he entered the office, then whack something really hard and try and break it, or punch a hole in the wall...(ps, dan if you are reading, i do miss you as my friend but you still owe me 500 bucks. either tattoo MY name on some part of skin that is left uninked, or pay up!)

so, today was a really good day...stevie and i walked miles, and then randomly go to meet up with hot wife and husband elms...massive projects on the go for these 2 smart kids...eric gave me a pair of his new van's that are HIS model - yep that's right they say vans on the back heel and if you turn it upside down, they say ELMS (erics last name). he negotiated 25c per pair...pretty good if you sell a million pairs right? danielle has a zine on the boil...they have a beautiful house and were maybe a little scared by how excited stevie and i were to hear everything they were up to...but damn did i want to have a go on eric's foiling machine...















***steve & eric post elms studio visit, williamsburg 30 08 09

number 195 big wong

she is bom bom wong to me, yogi to the stars to some...but here big lights big city...BIG WONG..





























***leanne sue may wong 29 08 09

number 194 en route















***qf11 sydney - nyc 27 08 09

number 193 i got chills



***the chills - pink frost

Saturday, August 29, 2009

number 192 mad cunts

i got a text message the other night from one of the best ladies that could have landed on this earth...

it said 'they are all mad cunts', to which i responded, 'you are a mad cunt...'

good times...
















***jac and me 09

number 191 god it feels good

to be back...



















*** nyc 27 08 09

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

number 190 sympathy for the devil


***jean luc godards rolling stones documentary 'sympathy for the devil' 1968

number 189 leos

i know this is a repeat...but it's someone's birthday...


***paris 08 tulia

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

number 188 passive



***panda bear - pony tail

number 187 aggression

last night i had dinner and we were talking about using the term hate, haters, and if we were one or not...i was like hate does not really come into my vocabulary very often these days, if ever...i don't hate anyone, and i can't really think of anything that i hate or when i get aggressive enough to use it or will up the energy to maybe want to punch someone in the head because of it.

i used to get a little angry at things, and could whip up into a total frenzy at the drop of a hat. this one time, i got pretty angry driving the car due to the fact that a really fun song came on, and when i turned it up, the passenger turned it off. we were driving along the main road heading to bondi in peak hour traffic, and this discretion in song choice by the passenger pushed the explosion button on the anger boiling pot that was bubbling away deep inside my belly at the time. there were 2 options i could have taken. option 1: smash that persons head against the window or, option 2: get out.

i chose option 2. as the driver of the car, i thought this would have public impact, and i was not going to be strong enough to actually act out option 1. i undid my seat belt, opened that door and started walking down the median strip, door still open, horns beeping...i can't tell you the satisfaction i felt walking down that middle of the road. as people drove past me beeping and waving in camaraderie, i was like yessss.

but you see, that passenger knew how to play the game. as i was swinging my arms with glee walking down the road feeling a total sense of victory, the anger button was all of a sudden pushed deep and hard...up ahead in the distance, i could see that familiar passenger head. i was like what the fuck?? so i started running. running really, really fast towards that head. as i got closer, the head turned around (clearly my footsteps slightly familiar in sound) and said slow and stern 'um you better go get your car that is somewhere, doors open, keys in the ignition.' then turned back around and started casually walking away...BEATEN, so bad. off i went to try and find my car. it is funny how someone can steal all of your anger when you feel like you could have fuelled a nuclear weapon with it 5 minutes prior.

until today! it was back...standing at taylor square, whilst i was on the phone this guy walked past me. he stopped, walked back, stood literally 20cm away from me and went to pull the split that was down the front of my top, open...

i was like 'do you touch sculptures at the art gallery, NO! FUCK OFF' about 20 people turned around and looked at me as i screamed this...hmm, sticks and stones may, you know the rest...i don't know how good i would be in a dark alley, but damn i can yell loud. the aggression still exists. it just now gets used up on leechy strangers on the nod.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

number 186 glenn o'brien

TV PARTY was a television show that Glenn O'brien used to host with a bunch of people from the late 70's - early 80's. he would interview his friends and peoples bands would play. i read recently that someone is trying to replicate it for people and the scene of today.

he also wrote the screenplay for the film downtown 81, a kind of fairy tale which features some interesting footage and faces that belonged to a new york we can only imagine existed once upon a time.

Glenn O'Brien interviewing Basquiat in the 80's




*** downtown 81

number 185 in love





























***in love...braidwood 15/08/09

Thursday, August 13, 2009

number 184 feeder

damn they are good these kids...



















***feeder.com.au

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

number 183 apartamento

this little magazine (if you can lay your hands on it) is well worth it. if you like snooping in nice apartments, it's a winner..apartamento.



















***apartamentomagazine.com

number 182 good song

Sunday, August 9, 2009

number 180 stefan - moyes

it's happening...the babes are coming to town - if they ever come back from berlin...

banana stefan - moyes you are going to be loved...


number 179 hamburglars unite



Saturday, August 8, 2009

number 178 from this...to this










































































*** friday 7/08/09 sinead birthday + big ole gay disco

number 177 john hughes February 18, 1950 – August 6, 2009

yesterday benny and i got asked if we were doing a tribute by the coffee guy.

'a tribute to what?' we asked...'john hughes!' we both looked at each other. i was like - i hope he is referring to the fact that i look just like sloane peterson, and you benny just like ferris in his dressing gown...

Monday, August 3, 2009

number 175 road trip

once upon a time i went on a road trip...my mum was in europe at the time and my boyfriend at the time twisted that rubber arm of mine to drive her new bmw down to melbourne...

damn did we get busted when she rang up from the amalfi coast knowing that we had the car down there. we listened to dr octagon non, non stop, watched some ones mothers karma sutra video and slept in a room next to a dominatrix that shot up speed.

number 174 tough love















*** mikey, lil benny 17/07/09

number 173 how would you cope

if there was 4 of us...













*** jt x 4

number 172 green grass



















*** thursday 23/07/09 darlinghurst rd

Sunday, August 2, 2009

number 172 roots

i used to sit in a studio with this amazing girl, and we would bake cakes, eat apricot delights and drink coffee...some how we convinced general pants to purchase 500 of one type of tshirt, plus almost the same quantity in another style and some crazy bag we probably thought up the night before the presentation - we felt like we had won the lottery...a $20k order for 2 kids that really knew not one thing about making 10 tshirts, let alone over 1000 units of anything.

we delivered the stock in boxes that were covered in spray painted fluro cats...the paint for some reason didn't fix, so as soon as you brushed past the box you were covered in paint - but we loved the boxes more than the tshirts, so we didn't care who we pissed off because they ended up with unremovable fluro paint on them by that stage.

NOW she has resurrected the main source of our inspiration...tuba rosa...complete with recipes






































*** tubarosa.com