R.I.P THE TOTE

It is a sad day for Melbourne scum rocking lovers today. The Tote, of Collingwood VIC, lived a long and reverred life hosting the have not's and the downright weird and crazy of Melbourne. Beer was spilled a plenty, rockabilly's danced and metal heads thrashed. Melbourne will not quite be the same without it. And this Sunday marks its last weekend among the living. Sadly missed my friend. Boo :(

Francesca Woodman Rulzey's

Francesca Woodman's pictures are surreal-beauty, tragic and mystery all combined in each one. She was born into a family of artists in 1958 in Denver, Colorado and was destined for a short life. She made her first works at the tender age of 13, and continued studying photography at design school in Rhode Island and later Rome, Italy. She worked hard on the themes of surrealism and futurism which is clear in her photos.
It was during her year in Rome where she held her first one woman show to great success. She then moved back to America and settled into the creative hustle bustle of New York City, pushing her ambitions in photography even further. "Some Disordered Interior Geometries", the only one of her books to be published, came out in January 1981, at which date she tragically took her own life. Apparantly following the heartbreak of a failed relationship, she did so by jumping out of her NYC apartment. An abrupt and stale end to what became a legacy of beauty and surreal imagination. It could possibly even enhance the publics intrigue in the mystery of her work, like a lot of artists that die too young.

Melbourne here there and everywhere'S

Back and full of crack! (or crap).....

Well well, I'm back. Was struck down by a dreaded sickness for a wee bit, so I've had time to grease up my discovering new random shit skills. And it is this new random shit I will be ranting about in the very near future (ie now).
I've discovered poems. Weird. But they are gooood! It's like I flicked a light on and I get them. Written a few, the're possibly crap, but I don't care. I had fun writing them and a good internal laugh at myself post-writing them.
I've discovered Francesca Woodman, a sweet and tragic photographer from the 70's (I think?). She only lived till 22 when she commited suicide, but her photos are so complex and surreal you'd think they were taken by someone alot older.
Would've liked to have met her and experience her brain. It would have been one creative mindfield that one. I want to know more about her and so I'm gonna spy her up. COMING SOON!
Did you know how cool Dennis Hopper is? I went to the Melbourne expo on him and I've been their (unpaid) publicist since, telling everyone who will listen to go along. There's a whole bunch of real cool taste's for the eyes there, and for the ears also cos there a few film clips too...highlight being a clip of Hopper lighting himself with dynamite at a rally. Yip that's right, dynamite. Dam crazy f*ker! His paintings are awesome, his pictures are rad, his movie's are trippy...He's just one cool dude and I munch him. (That's a new word I learned for idolise or grease on by the way).
Also other new discoveries I have made music wise are THE AVETT BROTHERS, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's, Megan Washington, Cymbols Eat Guitars, and I could go on and on but I'll leave it at those and that will do for now! They're all amazing rulers and I've been obsessing especially over the Avett Brothers. The drummers a hot babe (no I'm not a 15 year old school girl even though I sound like one).
As you can see I'm all about the new discoveries these days, hungry for new things like a starving African goat but I am feeling comfortably full at this moment. Full and basking in this Melbourne sun woop de. Summer is good. Walking the streets taking photo's, getting jiggy with the nananana na na nah and a little sex drugs and co co pops. Well maybe the co co pops.

(500) Days of Summer

I have a girl crush on Zooey Deschanel. She is cutesy-funny-quirky-clever which is pretty much what this movie could be described as. It's like a piece of apple pie goodness.
The story basically describes the nerdy/nice/cutesy stereotype guy, Tom, falling for cool and dreamlike new girl in the office, Summer. Tom has always had the visionary dream of falling in love with the perfect girl that was meant for him. Summer on the other hand is a sceptical realist who doesn't really even believe in the concept of love full stop. But Tom believes she's it...and for awhile it seems like it is...but what happens when she doesn't return the delightedness in their romance? Rejection can be a sad tale....typically it's the opposite sex suffering in this kind of story, but boys aren't immune to the down side of love...or lust, just as much as the ladies. This film has an awesome way of showing that. It is also true to the way it is when relationships seem great and then don't go just the way you want them too...most people will relate. Plus it's funny and they mention The Smiths. I think I may have a little crush on Joseph Gorden Levitt (Tom) also, I'm a sucker for the nice cute ones.....

My Beautiful Laundrette

Sliding back beneath the darkness of her eye's
Lurking and hiding in shadowed corners of disguise
The journey passes without any agnowledgement
Of passers-by or goings on along the street

Vacant and scrambling she brushes past the crowd
No eye contact or slowing down is allowed
No smile's, no glimpse's, no sideways glance
She walks as if seemingly struck by a trance

And then, alas, her wide eye's do a double take
My beautiful laundrette is upon her, it's coaxed her awake

REMI GAILLARD- This guy is a fricken legend...

Something about these jackass type genre of funny guys makes me laugh alot, I think I just like the random bystanders reactions....ahhhh the shock and confusion....

FOOT 2008 (REMI GAILLARD)
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