banana stefan - moyes you are going to be loved...
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...
banana stefan - moyes you are going to be loved...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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...
'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...
Friday, August 7, 2009
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.
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.
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
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
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
number 171 posterior
this word seems so fitting to what i woke up to last saturday - a hang over, magazines with powder on them, 3 different kinds of filled cigarette packets, half drunk drinks with bits of mandarins in them, a random scarf, someones name stuck above my bed and writing on the wall...flashes of girls showing underpants and only 1 photo?
friday night started with me eating my dinner at 5.55pm wishing for 8.45pm to be just around the corner so i could not be drunk by 6.15pm. not one phone call from anyone saying that they were doing anything, and immediately i wanted to be somewhere else. enough - cut straight to allowing myself a bottle of the finest $15 wine with the prettiest label to drink back on my boring new couches with my own boring self. finally, phone call number 1...dance and tim ringing the door bell just as they do...'where are you??'
next, living right in the middle was paying off. random visitors just when you thought you were the biggest looser in town. emily was first, then benedict, then mikey, then 2 new boys, one with a camera, the other with stickers. it must have been the moon, or something, because for some reason the pink flowers that are growing straight out of the bulb on my kitchen bench have the most intoxicating fragrance that truly makes you want to eat them. i pretty much think they are the best thing in my house right now, every one agreed...but i also felt like if i had handed someone the shittiest pencil they would have responded 'god, this pencil is the most amazing pencil i have ever seen in my life'...(the moon for sure).
how could i have been wishing away minutes previously when all of a sudden it was 1am? i can't even remember who followed us down the road to a place filled with familiar faces. i do remember saying 'this is why i don't have a tv' as some love sick ex was screaming at the other party 5cm away from our faces the woes of their heart ache. trouble happens when someone asks you if they can smell your flower, and you answer appropriately.
all of a sudden the same foot steps are walking up my same green stairs to more of what was happening before we left for down the road. the door buzzer starts ringing again, and again, and again. people can be pretty funny at 3.45am. someone said something about my posterior...to which they had immediately lifted their skirt to show the entire room the state of theirs (underpants over the top of stockings included - amazing). more people i kind of know walk through the door, but when they proceed to ask 'whose house is this?', i am like, next destination immediately.
what happened later in time i have no idea, just when you thought leaving was a good thing...but i know you snooze you loose in this town, that is for sure.
***1 photo only - dance and fume
friday night started with me eating my dinner at 5.55pm wishing for 8.45pm to be just around the corner so i could not be drunk by 6.15pm. not one phone call from anyone saying that they were doing anything, and immediately i wanted to be somewhere else. enough - cut straight to allowing myself a bottle of the finest $15 wine with the prettiest label to drink back on my boring new couches with my own boring self. finally, phone call number 1...dance and tim ringing the door bell just as they do...'where are you??'
next, living right in the middle was paying off. random visitors just when you thought you were the biggest looser in town. emily was first, then benedict, then mikey, then 2 new boys, one with a camera, the other with stickers. it must have been the moon, or something, because for some reason the pink flowers that are growing straight out of the bulb on my kitchen bench have the most intoxicating fragrance that truly makes you want to eat them. i pretty much think they are the best thing in my house right now, every one agreed...but i also felt like if i had handed someone the shittiest pencil they would have responded 'god, this pencil is the most amazing pencil i have ever seen in my life'...(the moon for sure).
how could i have been wishing away minutes previously when all of a sudden it was 1am? i can't even remember who followed us down the road to a place filled with familiar faces. i do remember saying 'this is why i don't have a tv' as some love sick ex was screaming at the other party 5cm away from our faces the woes of their heart ache. trouble happens when someone asks you if they can smell your flower, and you answer appropriately.
all of a sudden the same foot steps are walking up my same green stairs to more of what was happening before we left for down the road. the door buzzer starts ringing again, and again, and again. people can be pretty funny at 3.45am. someone said something about my posterior...to which they had immediately lifted their skirt to show the entire room the state of theirs (underpants over the top of stockings included - amazing). more people i kind of know walk through the door, but when they proceed to ask 'whose house is this?', i am like, next destination immediately.
what happened later in time i have no idea, just when you thought leaving was a good thing...but i know you snooze you loose in this town, that is for sure.
***1 photo only - dance and fume
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