I hate family portraits

These two photos perfectly capture the awkward phases early teen girls go through. I guess you could call this the 'cocoon phase'.

 Awkward placement of hands in studio portraits are also perfectly encapsulated here.

The one with the white backdrop (featuring lots of tousled fringes and high waisted denim) was taken in Auckland around 1992 -  the photographer loved it so much he put it in the shop window- awesome?

I associate Nicola's yellow shirt with memories of her boarding house and the red cassette tape player she'd covered in lyrics by The Cure. 

Juliet seems to favor wearing turtle necks in family photos, as evident in both pictures.

The photo in black was taken right in the middle of my awkward stage. During this point I had braces and therefore didn't smile for about three years. 

It was a minor miracle and purely coincidental that when I photographed said picture my face was obscured by the flash. Lets just say I am so horrified by this photo that I hide it under the couch when friends (etc) come over.

Who invented the concept of studio portraits? And when did hand placement become so important? Give me a blurry action shot any day over an orchestrated, sham of a photo.

Nicola and Juliet please dont crucify me over posting these!

Ricketts Point

Drawing

I spent the weekend sick on the couch watching documentaries about marine life. Fish and other creatures started drifting into my drawing book...

The moon last night

Paper things

                                        Paper artist Rob Ryan is based in the UK.

Have you seen Pet Semetary?

My computer has been fixed and it doesn't seem quite right. 

It sort of half imploded after I dropped it the other month. Finally its been put back together again... and its missing a few chromosomes.

 I started thinking about the part in Pet Sematary  when the family cat is brought back to life and exists at about 80% capacity.

 I forget most of what happened in the book/movie/tv-movie but I think the father, Louis, buries the cat in some kind of bewitched native american burial ground. And whoops, the cat comes back all mangy and tries to bite everyone.

It ( my computer, not the other Stephen King horror)- hasn't electrocuted me or anything, but there's something fairly awkward going on.

Umm I'm trying to draw parallels between a Stephen King novel/ shitty movie and my laptop. What a massive nerd I am.

Love

I think...

Alot of people in Melbourne could do with:

A good haircut

A scrub down

An injection of good humor

Some manners

Remember...

The craze of the laser pointer?

Escapism

Come with us (Ally and me) now on a journey through time and space.




Mario world...





Nerd world...






Getting fierce with the Samurai Pizza Cats

Work it baby!

Among other tasks I get to take portraits of food in my 9-5 life...



Crackers



A bit of intimacy between icypoles




Magum joy





Throat lozengers

News flash!

I deleted my previous post because it was very badly written.

Sorry about that...

I'll post something else when I have extensive access to a computer.



Or when my computer is fixed (AAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH!)

LIVE UPDATE!

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I wont be able to do anything blog related for now because i dropped my brand new, futuristic and sleek mac book pro on the bathroom floor.

After making a horrible cracking noise - followed by a pained groan the computer has decided to go into a coma.

I am devastated.

Once I can afford medical bills I should be back on board...not that anyone reads this anyway!

I'm really feeling the red one. In order to buy this I'm going to have to converse with the awkward shop girl-boy at the store that sells these.

My last day + tearful

Today is my last day at IBSA (dont ask because the answer will be too boring for both of us). We had cheesecake in my honnor and then the CEO gave a speech and I burst into tears! It was rather mortifying.

My ex-boyfriend used to cry all the time. They were mostly tears of guilt because he couldn't committ (cliche?) to the relationship. he cried at movies too. It was really nice.

I once made a girl cry because I told her I was going to be a hair model, I did this because I knew she wanted to be a model (her favorite model was Elle Macpherson, 'The Body'). She still hates me to this day. She should know hair modelling is hardly the real deal.

I remember the day John Candy died. It was 1994 and they announced it on the news, my sister Nicola cried for John Candy.

Some doodles I did

Don't mind if I do

Breakfast. The caramel slice was so intense I had to cut it into minute pieces and eat them over the course of the day.

I picked the strawberry off the danish and binned it because it was so bruised.

Eating at my desk has never felt so cosmopolitan...

Cactus Lady

 Holla! How nice is this bust? Pardon the pun.

SHOEFITI

Tasty Shoefiti down an alleyway on Little Collins (?) street. The whole shoes thrown over power lines thing was a mild obsession for me and my friend Ally for a good few weeks...

Apparently there are lots of different motivations for flinging someone's shoes over power-lines. It can be  (1) an advertisement for a near by crack house (2) done in celebration of losing your virginity (3) a way of paying respects to a dead loved one (4) done to protect a house from ghosts...(might have to try that one)

Ben Ashton-Bell 'From A Distance We All Look The Same'

This Friday just passed was the opening of my friend Ben Ashton-Bell's first solo art exhibition. Each image dealt with the notion of a different phobia. Ben uses a beautiful combination of figurative forms and intricate pattern. The result is an interesting paradox of control and whimsical chaos.

























I nabbed this one! It was very exciting putting the little yellow sticker underneath the piece. You can't really see in the photo but in the top left corner it reads 'We are the same' - I really like that. You know, its the reminder that we are all animals with beating hearts and at a base level, have the same needs and motivations as our four legged, two legged, winged friends.

My friend Elise and I have been talking about Totem Animals recently...perhaps mine is a panda bear?














Well done Benny!

Hanna Scott Stevenson

My pal Josh had a spare ticket to the Melbourne Art Show so I tagged along with him yesterday. Most of the art was quite ugly and over priced.

I did come across a few pretty lovely things. I really liked this work by Hannah Scott Stevenson: