More arty, less party.
So, remember how I said that 2012 was my return to art and creativity? I’m working on a few different projects at the moment, and all of them seem to be completely entrenched in journey and persona. I’ve also been summoned by the photography gods for a whole bunch of new jobs, which, after such a lengthy break from the studio, tells me I’ve got my priorities just right.
I plan to have my first solo exhibition this year, a mixture of visual mediums, but in the mean time, I’ll be sharing my visions and messages with you via the web.
Here is my first. A new photo blog, Re-flects. It showcases the muddled, dirty, distorted view I have of myself. I hope that you like. Please follow and share if you do.
11:15 am |
January 29 2012
The Shadow Electric.
The Shadow Electric is the long overdue baby of a great pal of mine, Jay Raynor. Having shared a workspace with Jay over the past year, I’ve seen witnessed some of the hundreds (no, make that thousands) of hours work put into applications and proposals and planning. Last week, Jay’s hard work could finally be acknowledged by the rest of the world (well, Melbourne’s film loving elite, at the very least), with the launch of his baby, The Shadow Electric Open-Air Cinema, at the Abbottsford Convent.
The space is incredible, with an abandoned school building transformed into a very handsome purpose built bar. Films are digitally projected through a window on the top level of the building onto the big screen in the schoolyard’s quadrangle. I was lucky enough to be invited to attend the launch as official photographer, and was thrilled to be there to capture the event. Highlights, above.
If you’re in Melbourne over summer, be sure to visit. Not only does the cinema boast a credible program, Sunday afternoons feature a cruisy DJ set, drink specials and free table tennis all afternoon. Bliss.
7:05 pm |
January 18 2012
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I’ve been away, but it’s a new year, so now I’m back. Less party, more arty. That’s kinda my new year’s resolution. We’ll see how that goes.
6:23 pm |
January 18 2012
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Harmony. Braidwood Theatre. 12-08-2011.
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PS. Tumblr sucks. Moving soon.
11:25 am |
August 16 2011
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This weekend was an epic adventure. On Friday afternoon, I flew to Canberra to visit my sister for a pre-birthday hang. Mega hangover in tow, I somehow managed 3 hours sleep, a half day of work, a trip on the skybus and a bumpy plane ride before arriving in the nations capital, just in time for sunset. After a delicious laksa pitstop at the famous noodle house, Danielle and I collected our roadtrip companion Blair, and so began our roadtrip to Braidwood for the Harmony show.
Braidwood is small and pretty. The show was held at the Braidwood Theatre, which turned out to look and feel more like a scout hall. By 9:30, the main street was asleep, bar the theatre and one pub, which we hit up for some BYO; Blair a 6 pack of Coopers, myself a bottle of cheap shiraz. As expected, the barflies enjoyed poking fun at us (my “what’s your wine list” was an obvious give away, as if our brogues and Nudies weren’t), and the barmaid was extra hospitable, providing plastic wine glasses when she heard I planned to swig from the bottle, out of a paper bag (which I did anyway).
Booze was sorted and seats taken, we suddenly realised that we didn’t have enough petrol to get back to Canberra, and there would be no petrol station open in any ghost town on the way back. So, we drank up and began brainstorming. We entertained the idea of syphoning petrol (Tom’s suggestion, except he couldn’t help as the Harmony van ran on diesel, for which he was extremely apologetic), but we figured that stealing locals’ petrol would bring really, really bad karma. Next, we tried to scab lifts from familiar Canberra folk. No luck. We then tried to hit up newly familiar Braidwood folk for couches to surf. Between bands, we made heaps of new friends, including the lovely bleach blonde ponytailed Johnny, who had “swags” and “a living room” for us. Sadly, sub-zero temperatures didn’t really suit a share house living room campout. So, we resigned ourselves to the idea of sleeping in the Theatre’s bathroom, as it was warmer than the car (it had a heater!). We figured that was a safer option than chancing the drive back to the next town (you’ve seen Wolf Creek right?!). So we sat back, enjoyed some awesome bands, sipped our cheap booze, chatted with heaps of great people, watched a middle aged man spray paint a fuzzy penguin on a street sign, and of course, (I) took plenty of photos.
Drunk and happy, we figured there had to be a motel room for us to stay in somewhere in town, so we wandered the streets looking for a spare room at the Inn, and we finally found an awesome place to stay, Torpy’s Eco Hotel. Yeah, the sheets had blood splatters, but other than that it was super comfy. Highlights were Blair’s New Orleans stories and the window boxes filled with fake flowers (I would have expected an eco hotel to have real flowers, but whatever) and the heralded portable egg poacher that was nowhere to be seen.
It was a blessing to be stuck in Braidwood with no petrol, because it meant that we had a whole afternoon to wander around the town. It’s a really gorgeous place, with a great mix of people and a really interesting, arty vibe. Good food can be found here, and people jam out on the street on the weekends. But the best thing about Braidwood was (and still is) the amazing vintage treasure trove and record store hidden away in an old house on a residential street. The husband-and-wife owners of the bazaar have the most impeccable taste. Her collection of vintage home wares and trinkets kept me entertained for ages, that was until I found the staircase to heaven. The record store upstairs, Champion Vinyl (yes that is really its name), blew my mind. Easily the best collection of records I have ever seen (in particular, the selection of 1980s-early 1990s Aussie punk, new wave, indie, rock n roll and synth pop was especially good). If you’re in Canberra, it is worth the road trip. I was too poor to buy anything, but expect to hit that store with a wad full of cash some time in September (even worth the 9 hour roadtrip from Melbourne).
The sunny drive home was spent marveling at Champion Records and devouring way too much sugar. Thankfully, the tank was full and we made it home in time to cook a yummy pudding and watch the dogs get smashed. The rest of the weekend was chill, with more food, more television and mandatory photo ops at the Carillion and Skyspace at NGA.
All in all, a memorable weekend.
As usual, highlights. Enjoy.
1:12 pm |
August 15 2011
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So I’ve been really busy. I got a day job to pay for my travel addiction and am working all day and night on my numerous projects. This is cool because I’m on my way to becoming a “highly productive” person, and working in a real proper office means I get to send stupid cat photos to a whole floor of people. But the best thing about working hard all week is that weekends count for so much more than they used to. So, I’ve been living it up. This past week I saw good bands, hung with good people, met good new friends and ogled some ridiculously good arms (my favourite pass times, perhaps not in that order). Pictorial highlights first, and some videos next.
3:26 pm |
August 12 2011
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Debut Show. Black Goat, Melbourne, 06/08/2011.
PS. Currently saving for a flash gun and nice new lens, my standard kit just aint cutting it these days.
12:59 pm |
August 11 2011
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