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October 12, 2010

SEE MUSIC ABOUT, ETC

A Flickr stream devoted to pictures of band names and titles of songs from around the world put together by two dudes. I have only met one of the dudes in some pub in Borough one night. I liked him immediately because he name starts with the letter E.

Anyway here are a couple of pictures that explain the site quite well:

michael jackson

“Michael Jackson”

Electric Six

“Electric Six”

George Michael

“George Michael” [Not feeling so free right now I guess]

Etc Etc

If you want to see the lot, check out all 300+ pictures and counting here.

April 27, 2010

BROWN IN TASMANIA

There is a lot of brown on Clarendon Street including opulent plastic fruit at Pat’s and loads of pussy down at Mum’s. What would DJ Godfather say about that F.U.P.A.?

April 8, 2010

PHOTOFACE [TM]

Mrs Kipling just reminded me of something I had forgotten about!


The Original John Davidson that none of us know


The John Davidson with his own Fan club


Yours truly

March 15, 2010

A REFLECTION


Dad by me


Me by Dad

This was when I was 20 and Dad was about 67.

I am really looking forward to going home and seeing him. Apparently he fell over again the other day cause he was trying to get from his arm chair to his bed on his own and his sock slipped on the floor. But, there is already drama before I get there because my sister can’t find the time to come to Hobart to visit while I am there with the kids and has ‘told’ mum that Mum and I will have to get the bus that takes a couple of hours up to Devonport instead. Part of the reason why I am going is because Mum is having a hysterectomy. Oh well. After flying 24 hours at great expense to see Mum and Dad within 4 months of the last trip what difference is a bus trip across the state gonna make? It isn’t like I might want to rest and do nothing for a change is it… And I mean, Mum might just want to be on the sofa for a while…

September 22, 2009

BIRTHDAY WITHOUT ABORIGINAL MUSIC

Cake

September 2, 2009

LOVE IN LONDON

My Biggest Fan
My Biggest Fan

Wheel Of Fortune

The Wheel of Fortune

A Less Ordinary Life
A Life Less Ordinary

A Day To Remember
A Day To Remember

A Typical Journey
A Typical Journey

January 10, 2009

WAITING FOR THE MIRACLE

From the website of photographer Olga Chernysheva:

According to Ernst Unger “Life consists of a miracle…”

This photo-series is shot in an attempt to free an everyday view.

Usual, familiar images become mysterious and magnetic. They urge the spectator to see the state, but not the objects themselves. In their loneliness, isolation, dignity and natural self-sufficiency these images are, in fact, a striving for beauty. They are directed toward future.

There is more of these pictures here.

Today I was lying in bed and I saw a spider crawling up the wall and that really freaked me out. Jokes aside about it crawling out of my vagina, the though the spider had been anywhere near my body in the night gives me chills. I killed it with my Chanel flip flop. Where I am from, we are trained to react like this from a young age. Snakes however are given more grace and we give them a wide berth.

My nephew has his 7th birthday party tomorrow – my sister has rented out the local pool, two life guards and some super slide something for two hours and made some green cake in the shape of a car from some show something called Ben Ten or something. My sister and I were joking about our birthday cakes as a child… We’d have to argue for chocolate cause Mum didn’t like chocolate cake for example. Anyway after having one of the Cardinal’s cakes I won’t be turning back.

HAHAHA Mum and I actually were talking on the phone the other night about all the Christmas presents my sisters kids got. I reminded her about how I was obsessed with getting a Mr Potato Head and I never got one. She told me that I could have saved my pocket money and got one and I was choking laughing saying “What pocket money? 20 cents for every cabbage moth we caught in the garden!?” Which only happened when the runner beans and broad beans were growing. One day though she still might get me one and I will be so thrilled!

In my house, if we got the day off school cause of bad weather, we would have to sit in our school uniforms and do a few hours school work before we were allowed to change again and get back to life. The plus side of my weird father is that we had a big back garden full of fruit trees, a train track over the back fence where we would go and play aborigines, a big garden shed where Dad let me use the tools, rabbits [although we had to eat them...], two dogs, a cat, a cubby house, spoiled for sunshine and a haunted hallway. My ex will tell you the house has a ghost. He nearly shit himself when she appeared in the room one night. He had to sleep with the light on after that. ROTFLOL.

Last night I bought a Le Creuset casserole so I am feeling very smug. Then I freestyled a lamb casserole with plums, turnip and onion and kind of fake Moroccan spices. It smells amazing. Credit crunch home cooking / microwave lunch at work.

TRACK FOR THE MORNING: DJ Rod Lee – HUMP

So yeah, I’m waiting for the miracle.

xx Lektrogirl

December 28, 2008

THE APOLOGY


Darren Sylvester – Just Death Is True 2006

I lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling and listened to what seemed like an apology. Was it?
My mind kept wandering with more questions I wanted to ask. He said that I fell silent. I said ‘I didn’t think I should butt in for once.” As it appeared he was trying to apologise.
Well not sorry for what he had done I don’t think – but sorry for how it made me feel. Apparently he thought I was mad with him. But I had another million questions. There was no time. I went through this all once before. I have too many questions. And like VaVaValeria says: I think too much.

And it must be true. A man in a long coat said it to me today on the corner of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street outside the station there. What is it with that corner? It is skanky. Who are these kind of weird hustlers there now? Two weeks ago there was the man following me down the street. And today. The man. He said “Hello!!” as he walked past. Next thing I knew he had doubled back and was standing next to me at the traffic lights. He said “You look so serious. You think too much. Why are you thinking so hard?” Remember that show ‘Highway To Heaven?’ It was just like that, only it smelled of chip fat from that Greek place on the corner.

And so tonight on the phone, I tried hard not to think so hard. I tried to let the apology be whatever it could be. But I hung up the phone and by the time I reached the kitchen, I had a list of questions trailing after me that I just had to leave like leaves I guess on the pavement. And let them turn into nothing.

xx Lektrogirl

P.S. Laser therapy does hurt [but only really quickly] and it is fucking BANGING. My advice is get it done. Results after the first session.

P.S.S. Thank you. You know who you are. Have a nice time and see you for a Flat White soon.

October 26, 2008

PHIL THE PHOTOGRAPHER

My friend Phil [Mr Chips] has been using a camera to take pictures that I think Sanna got him from the charity shop. He has been running black and white film in it and I have been checking out his pictures with great delight. Every time he uploads a new set, his picture – particularly those of women – are just full of a nice magic.

It is true that ‘reducing’ everything to black and white can hide a multitude of sins and suddenly make things look like ‘art’ but I personally think what is the most powerful thing about Phil’s pictures is the dialogue between himself and his subjects. These are not ‘models’ or just ’shitty friend snaps’.

I guess Phil is just lucky to have so many female friends who are comfortable in his company.

And because of that, he seems to be able to make all the women beautiful. And I find that all the other pictures of men – the pictures seem devoid of the same kind of commitment to the subject, or that subject is more disconcerted by the camera. I dunno what it is.

Compare this:

to this:

It just isn’t the same.

The other thing I love about Phil’s ability to engage with his subject and in turn tell a story with the image is how he can turn something totally inanimate into something magnificent

Anyway – I think Phil is my new favourite photographer. If you want to check out his other pictures, here is his Flickr. [rated - SFW].

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