OLD.

eumundi. 2009.

melbourne.

before i experienced this unbearable pain in the back of my throat, i spent the weekend in melbourne with my darling cousin's annika and jack.

tim burton, music, street art, china town and too much gin later i found myself wondering around VCA's fine art building.

my brain is now confused as to where i want to study photography.

RMIT or VCA? can't someone decide for me?

the train ride home on the sunday was interesting.

there was a drunken man in front of me drinking his tiny and blasting his ac dc tunes from his phone. it was painful, very painful.

art folio.

art folio 2010 has finally commenced.

it actually doesn't look half bad.

this photo doesn't really do the piece justice. 'soz'

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too be perfectly honest, i don't think i will be able to cope with the uni 'art fag' life style.

it's very very competitive, and if i clash with overly confident people, shit does and or will hit the fan.

so for now i keep to myself in my own little 'bubble boy' bubble.

it keeps me under control.

camera house

the only half decent photo that was developed from the 120mm lomo roll of film.

thanks camera house, i really appreciate it.

NOTE: hint of sarcasm.

the weeks to come.

LORETO social tonight. my friends despise boys.

HARRIET'S surprise 18th party tomorrow night.

RMIT open day this sunday the 8th.

JACK and ANNIKA, my lovely cousins come to visit 13th-15th.

VCA open day next sunday 15th

TONSILS taken out monday 16th.

PLUS numerous SACS and FOLIO work.

+ i would like to thank my very patient brother, even though he complains, he is still my muse.

today i released that nothing will ever be the same as it once was.

FLASH FLOODS.

AS I STUMBLED UP ELIZABETH STREET, I PEERED UP INTO THE SKY, AND WHAT DID I SEE, A HAND FULL OF PEOPLE WHO WERE POINTING A LAUGHING.

THAT WAS THE DAY I FOUND THEIR HIDE AWAY.

STREET ART. I LOVE YOU.

ghostpatrol, you amaze and inspire me.

GHOSTPATROL FLICKR.

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erm so it's back to school i go tomorrow.

holiday homework, i didn't even see you.

social life was dismal, but bearable.

and the thought of only one more term is out of this world.

i did however achieve a quite decent photo shoot with my brothers band.

hello band.

Gabe, Dave, Sam and Oliver.

white blank page.

Pouvez-vous coucher à côté d'elle
Et donnez-lui votre cœur, votre cœur
En plus de votre corps
Et pouvez-vous coucher à côté d'elle
Et avouer ton amour, ton amour
Ainsi que votre folie
Et pouvez-vous mettre à genoux devant le roi
Et dire que je suis propre, je suis propre

Mais dites-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur
Oh dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur

Une page blanche vierge
et un gonflement rage, la rage
Vous ne pensiez pas
quand tu m'as envoyé
au bord, au bord
Vous avez voulu mon attention
mais il a nié mes affections, mes affections

Alors dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur
Oh dis-moi maintenant, où est ma faute
En vous aimer de tout mon coeur

Aah, aah ...
Conduis-moi à la vérité et je
vous suivre avec toute mon mensonge
Conduis-moi à la vérité et je
vous suivre avec toute mon mensonge
Aah, aah ...

me and my stupidity.

album for a sunday morning: no angel DIDO or a bit of the old COLDPLAY. to be blatantly honest, i have never been a massive fan of DIDO, but ever since i raided my dad's burnt cd collection and found her cd i haven't been able to put it down. no angel, combined with a pot of freshly brewed tea all ways goes down well.

memory of my childhood: me; age 3 kidnapping my little brother; baby born seized, from his cot and mum going bizerk at the fact that her newly born has gone missing, in a two story house.

way to channel your inner dag: to be honest, i'm not too sure if this is daggy or not, but you can always find me in my bedroom in stockings and my brothers overly large jumpers, dancing to either jamiroquai or the corrs.

fictional character: cher horowitz in clueless, she owned so many god dam clothes.

chocolate product: i have been a nuttela addict for half my life. there is no such thing as 'too much nuttela'.

crew. times

i have recently discovered that things will never be the same again.

melbourne, was quite tedious between the old 'crew', and frankly i don't have any reason as to why this was.

Sleep. REM.

The only way i can effectively get better, is to catch some zzz's.

But i highly doubt that will work in the next 14 hours.

future.

I don't like the fact that my disposable camera blew up on me whilst celebrating my best friends 18th...

But i love the fact that i'm attending the photography folio course at RMIT during the first week of the holidays.

Finally, my future is looking up.

love.

i have fallen head over heals for both jethro cave, and lubitel 166+twin lens reflex camera.

so if someone has a spare $160+, please let me know asap.

or a spare jethro, what ever floats your boat.

it's all over, for now.

my life and love is finally finished.

i now have to wait a long and painful 4 weeks till i get my mark back.

the last couple of days have been hard on me.

what with my folio being due, history report and essay all being due at pretty much the same time.

if next week lives up to it's expectations, does that mean it will cancel out this horrid week?

oh wait, i still have an art final, and english sac to write.

can't get much worse then that.

and finally it has started.

finally.

i was finally able to capture the right photos.

no editing has been done as yet.

Blank.

At the moment my brain, and my all round personality is, well blank.

Just like these photos.

LOMO

Sometimes ebay you can be a bitch, but i know deep down, you will always pull through with the goods.

After many months of deliberation, I finally purchased myself a Diana Lomo camera.

So say hello to the newest member of my family.

leaving home.

at this point in my ever so dreary teenage life, i actually don't have a life at all.

life to me is endless hours of ridiculous annotations, lack of sleep, pronouncing french enlighteners names wrong and trying to save up ever penny i earn so i can sleep in a bed during schoolies.

it's a busy life, but someone has to do it.

so i say "fuck you" to homework, and i leave home to do what ever the bloody hell i wish.

books books books.

words can not explain how much i adore my little hide away, i call my job.

it's not like anything else in ballarat.

i hold it in my heart as one of the only cultural locations/shops in ballarat.

and i thank you, the known world, for this. what would i do without you?

groovin da moooo

i'd like to have a little bitch about the horrid planning that went on at groovin the moo 2010.

i arrived at around 11:30, thinking i would have plenty of time to get my shit together, as the acts didn't start until 12pm.

me being the organised one, had already planned out the three bands i would see first.

neon love, howl and jonathan boutlet.

i thought my timing was perfect-o

boy was a completely and utterly wrong.

as a group of friends and i hobbled along the line, we found that it just kept growing and growing. when would it stop?

the answer to that- half way down a bloody train track.

my first thought was, 'hell i don't want to be killed by on going trains, or an angry mob of 15 year old indies.

so i did what i do best. i cut the shit out of the line.

this took us to the middle of the line, were we met some lads that were equipped with oj with pulp, and conversations about skins 4.

one hour, 2 nodoz and many "mother fuckers" later, we had moved about 50meters.

after this period, i think i may have experienced a slight black out. i can't really remember what went hot. it was probably the heat beaming down on me, or the amount of alcohol that was consumed. either way, i didn't need that half and hour anyway.

as i awoke from the black out, i recall an enormous amount of eager beavers running rampant and going ape shit up the side of the line.

to be completely honest, the rest of my line experience was a blur, and just full of old bald men's stories about there 'trippin bawlz' experiences at meredith music festival. my story of meredith is far better then your m8!!

so to some this long, and quite point story off, my friends and myself waited in the fucking ridiculous line for around 3 hours.

Groovin the Moo, i want my $115 back asap.

sleep.

maybe, maybe not.

day seven: clouds.

so i decided to take my camera out for a stroll.

if i hadn't have, i wouldn't have captured these mysterious looking clouds.

day six: parents.

this photo of my parents is a reminder of the times that lay before me.

but first, i may just have to pass year 12 with flying colours.

day five:image.

plain and simple.

i want to sleep forever.

day four: QUOTE

"caution, after listening to this, you may become awesome"

quote-oliver, my younger brother speaking on behalf of my NEW new kids on the block tape.

day three: bad taste friday

sorry for the short delay, the internet shat itself yesterday.

i would firstly like to point out that i do not, in away enjoy listening to this 'boys' music.

i enjoy this photo so much because i basically plastered it to my younger brothers bedroom wall.

deep down, he appreciates it.

and to continue on with my bad taste friday, i purchased a New Kids On The Block (NKOTB) tape.

i found this lovely piece of music history at the only place where i know i am guaranteed cheap thrills and laughter. the sabas op shop.

i'm so so sorry, but i couldn't resist.
i was full of bad taste yesterday. so get off my back.

day two: heavenly

SPLENDOUR IN THE GRASS LINEUP, I COULD KISS YOU!

this put me in the best mood, for at least five minutes.

until i realised i cannot possibly afford the ticket, let alone the air fares.

the strokes.

the pixes.

mumford and sons.

band of horses.

foals.

the middle east.

yeasayer.

grizzly bear.

angus and julia stone.

the vines.

the magic numbers.

delphic.

two door cinema club.

jonathan boulet.

the drums.

whitley.

and much much more.

EKK

day one: strokes.

my FLOOR ticket to the strokes arrived in the mail today.

ecstatic, i think so.

10 day rehab.

as school is making my life a living hell, i have decided to bring a little happiness into life.

the plan is to have ten days dedicated to the things that make me smile and have the occasional giggle.

an image, film, quote etc will be posted each day, depending on my mood at that point in time. these will allow for you; the reader, eventually have a better understanding of who i am as a person and as an amateur photographer.

this little voyage will begin tomorrow.

hope you enjoy.

ciao.

home.

i thought i would show you where i live and what not.

young and restless

give these kids a chance.

they may be young, but the have a hell of an imagination.

dark arts.

culture and a half.

my family and i actually spent a whole day together.

this isn't usual.

i forgot how enchanting daylesford is.

god hates indie kids.