Saturday, February 14, 2009

freeedom FREEDOM


I broke out of jail and into a free world of expresion and colour.

The corridors are filled with extravagant hair-dos, doc martins op-shop finds and a million trillion gazillion open, thinking , alt minds...

You say Heaven? I say my new school.

Little Night In 09

wow.
its been fairly long since I blogged so ima gonna fill you in...



Big Day Out was truley radi-cool.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

wish upon

I believe in magic, I really do.

In the past three days my wishes have been granted. I found a pair of high wasted denim shorts for 5 shmokin' bucks and a black pair of Doctor M's for ta-wenty dollars.

Has proven to be a fantastical week and to top it off im going to stay at a farm on the coast, sand, surf, cows and horses babayyyy.

habitats [reel of film 2]


Saturday, December 27, 2008

respect?


Well well well, some smart arse tagger has stabbed me right in the heart.
Banksy, an extremely well known stencil artist graced inner Melbourne with his art on Flinders lane right opposite the police station (haha god bless him).
"Banksy woz ere" oh fuck off, go do something original.

B&D&O

I have three letters for you-
B
D
O
These three letters can only mean one thing, Big Day Out and those three words equate to a days length of music and sun and bass and treble and trouble and sun hats and noise and hidden corners where one goes to for peace and speakers and bouncers and boys and girls and men and women and food and drinks and smiles and photos and scene kids and indie kids and wow, I'm 139 dollars down but by January the 26th ill be up up up up in the air with joy.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

EPIC

8 full hours of post punk rock and roll metally goodness was exactly what I needed.
By youths and for youths the Epic Festival was jam-packed with up'n'coming high school garage bands and three well knows The Quarters The Refunds and non other than British India.


photo credit: moi!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Oh Boy

One thing that annoys me a hell of a lot more than anything else is when people give speeches and they relate everything back to personal stories...
"the other day I was driving car"
"while I was watching T.V"
"I read a book"
"I made eye contact with a complete stranger and suddenly I came to a revelation!"

Don't you think it's sad that these people live their lives knowing that everything they did had to have deeper meaning just so come next public event they could crap on and on and on some more?...

So to the worst offender here is a new acronym for you...
L.O.C
LOAD OF CRAP

A+



Eveline Tarunadjaja inspires my art my poetry my mind my actions my life...