He's on a motorbike in a suit on George Street. You glance once, then head up, blinkers on, you know as well as he does that a helmet covers the eyes. Eyes are the most important feature of a man to you.
Then he's pulling up on Clarence Street, coffee in hand you keep your head up and the blinkers on, the swagger is adapted.
"Hey girlie, what are you drinking?"
You're still on the defensive from the last suit you dated, whose hands were softer than your new silk blouse. You remember thinking that he must have left his masculinity in the sandpit with his Tonka Truck, hadn't he done a day of hard work in his life?
"Double shot flat white. What are you riding?"
You know the answer is going to mean nothing to you. He knows this as well, because if you really knew bikes, you wouldn't have to ask.
"Why don't you leave the machinery to me and we'll make it a triple?"
What's the worst that can happen? You're in Syncity CBD at 7.30 am, and you're early anyway.
You keep your guard up and take your blinkers off, thank yourself for blow drying and straightening your mane for the first time in weeks and set off back into suit world.
After all, even an independent girl from the big smoke needs a knight in shining armour.
12.1.11
4.1.11
Got it made.
So you're just cruising along and you're doing your proverbial 'thang' you know, and everything is going swell. You've got a little swagger in your walk and the chips on your shoulder are all but non-existent.
Then there's this tiny little thing that goes wrong, like an overdue bill or an incorrect pay check that means that your weekend has just turned from super socialite to super couchy. But like, you run with it cause whatever, there's always a tomorrow.
Tomorrow turns a little uglier doesn't it...! Something else goes wrong and you're thinking to yourself, "ok well that is a little worse than what went wrong just 24 hours ago but like whatever I guess I didn't really need those favourite earrings, cause there's plenty more where that came from."
Then some more of your plentiful life goes all topsyturvyshittylike and you're thinking to yourself, "well everything comes in threes right? It can only get better from here!"
Then a few days later something else comes crashing down and you're like, "well um... FUCK... so when it rains it bloody pours doesn't it." So you turn into this melodramatic quiet human who's thoughts are all over the place and who's tear ducts are flooding like Rockhampton.
Your new found negativity is growing on your face like a hairy mole and everyone picks it. You are pretty much making negative things happen around you just cause you aren't noticing the positive things... cause you're a melodramatic flood zone.
It takes a couple of days and a few people to smack you out of your phase. Initially you notice something little, like how beautifully the sun shines on the buildings you can see from the balcony in the morning. These thoughts are emitting from the same brain that yesterday was thinking how terrible this early hour of the morning is, and how much you want to be in bed like every other normal human being you know.
Then something a little more exciting happens like you get a wink from a friend giving the go ahead to the next bar, where you happen to run into an old friend, or you realise that there is a muesli bar in your hand bag on the way home from work and that's perfect cause you are starving. So you're thinking to yourself, "Oh shit, really!.... Reeallyy...!! That is pretty good girlie, can you see how good that is?"
Something better happens then, you get a phone call from a boy you've been crushing on since like forever, or your jeans look ultra sexy with your new top that you bought with your corrected pay check, "Daaym girlie check it out the fail streak is over."
Then a few days pass and BOOM your attitude changes and you know you're onto a good thing. You are attracting the beauty to you and you can feel it from the inside out. Not only are things looking up but you have officially beaten the blues and you've got it made.
Got it made.
Then there's this tiny little thing that goes wrong, like an overdue bill or an incorrect pay check that means that your weekend has just turned from super socialite to super couchy. But like, you run with it cause whatever, there's always a tomorrow.
Tomorrow turns a little uglier doesn't it...! Something else goes wrong and you're thinking to yourself, "ok well that is a little worse than what went wrong just 24 hours ago but like whatever I guess I didn't really need those favourite earrings, cause there's plenty more where that came from."
Then some more of your plentiful life goes all topsyturvyshittylike and you're thinking to yourself, "well everything comes in threes right? It can only get better from here!"
Then a few days later something else comes crashing down and you're like, "well um... FUCK... so when it rains it bloody pours doesn't it." So you turn into this melodramatic quiet human who's thoughts are all over the place and who's tear ducts are flooding like Rockhampton.
Your new found negativity is growing on your face like a hairy mole and everyone picks it. You are pretty much making negative things happen around you just cause you aren't noticing the positive things... cause you're a melodramatic flood zone.
It takes a couple of days and a few people to smack you out of your phase. Initially you notice something little, like how beautifully the sun shines on the buildings you can see from the balcony in the morning. These thoughts are emitting from the same brain that yesterday was thinking how terrible this early hour of the morning is, and how much you want to be in bed like every other normal human being you know.
Then something a little more exciting happens like you get a wink from a friend giving the go ahead to the next bar, where you happen to run into an old friend, or you realise that there is a muesli bar in your hand bag on the way home from work and that's perfect cause you are starving. So you're thinking to yourself, "Oh shit, really!.... Reeallyy...!! That is pretty good girlie, can you see how good that is?"
Something better happens then, you get a phone call from a boy you've been crushing on since like forever, or your jeans look ultra sexy with your new top that you bought with your corrected pay check, "Daaym girlie check it out the fail streak is over."
Then a few days pass and BOOM your attitude changes and you know you're onto a good thing. You are attracting the beauty to you and you can feel it from the inside out. Not only are things looking up but you have officially beaten the blues and you've got it made.
Got it made.
30.12.10
Late News 'The Violence to end 2010'
Report states;
Fight #1
It is believed that a group of approximately 5 teenage girls began an all out brawl near the back seat of a bus, en route to Lilyfield via Booth Street, approximately 1745 this evening. Incident resulted in the police phoned and innocent passenger assaulted.
It is believed that a group of approximately 5 teenage girls began an all out brawl near the back seat of a bus, en route to Lilyfield via Booth Street, approximately 1745 this evening. Incident resulted in the police phoned and innocent passenger assaulted.
Fight #2
This evening approximately 2305 a crazy group of men, who by the sounds of the continual and offensive swearing were somewhat intoxicated, appeared to have left the North Annandale pub in a state of criminal insanity. There was a lot of violence threatened and the mention of an AVO being taken out by one man against another. The action occurring is occurring currently, out the front of my swell little home.
This evening approximately 2305 a crazy group of men, who by the sounds of the continual and offensive swearing were somewhat intoxicated, appeared to have left the North Annandale pub in a state of criminal insanity. There was a lot of violence threatened and the mention of an AVO being taken out by one man against another. The action occurring is occurring currently, out the front of my swell little home.
Room mate; "Can you hear that drunk guy yelling? I'm going to lock the door eh"
Me; "yea good idea, he's going bonkers"
Me; "yea good idea, he's going bonkers"
26.12.10
ventilation
"all i want is a little company... you know?"
sprawled over the lounge room floor she looked at me. there was something inside her screaming to be released. she told me she felt as though she were in a room surrounded by people that couldn't see her.
"like Harry Potter in that pensieve thing.. you know how he went into that memory by accident and didn't really know what was going on?"
she said she lived in hope of love. she told me it was like having something on her chest, pushing on her all the time, that made taking each breathe like a desperate battle. and yet even as she said it her eyes were bright, like the pain she felt would never break her, like she knew it from before, knew it would soon be over.
she said that when she sees people walking down the street she tries to imagine how their friendships would form, where they would go and how they would be. she said she saw her best friend the other day, sitting at the back of the bus, she knew they would be best friends because she had just bought the same dress.
as i looked at her, listened to her talking, in my lounge room over a bottle of white, i wondered why she felt that way. when she was sitting with her best friend at the time, telling her how she felt. it was unlike her to want more, to be ignorant of what she had surrounding her, how enchanting she is to many in her life and the love they have for her.
so i told her to shut up. the ads were over. she laughed.
sprawled over the lounge room floor she looked at me. there was something inside her screaming to be released. she told me she felt as though she were in a room surrounded by people that couldn't see her.
"like Harry Potter in that pensieve thing.. you know how he went into that memory by accident and didn't really know what was going on?"
she said she lived in hope of love. she told me it was like having something on her chest, pushing on her all the time, that made taking each breathe like a desperate battle. and yet even as she said it her eyes were bright, like the pain she felt would never break her, like she knew it from before, knew it would soon be over.
she said that when she sees people walking down the street she tries to imagine how their friendships would form, where they would go and how they would be. she said she saw her best friend the other day, sitting at the back of the bus, she knew they would be best friends because she had just bought the same dress.
as i looked at her, listened to her talking, in my lounge room over a bottle of white, i wondered why she felt that way. when she was sitting with her best friend at the time, telling her how she felt. it was unlike her to want more, to be ignorant of what she had surrounding her, how enchanting she is to many in her life and the love they have for her.
so i told her to shut up. the ads were over. she laughed.
20.12.10
10 things that make me go "ooh ahh .."
1. Glenn McGrath (it had to be done... didn't it?)
2. Diane von Furstenburg's retreat in Conneticut 'Cloudwalk' - featured in InStyle UK November 2010
3. This little find in frankie's bits
4. Tabouleh from the local Johnston Street grocer.
5. Alexa Chung - (although not as much as this dedicated stalker)
6. http://seaofshoes.typepad.com/ (& check out her room in Rue Magazine
7. The update on my iPhone which means I can now zoom-in, for something so 'advanced' it took a bloody long time
8. Vintage store finds, it really is the ultimate bargain on Sunday morning that makes my world go round
9. Double shot flat white with a smile in the morning from the cute barista at QVB
10. The view of the fireworks from my balcony, sometimes it's no more than a stray flare, but it's a view none the less
2. Diane von Furstenburg's retreat in Conneticut 'Cloudwalk' - featured in InStyle UK November 2010
3. This little find in frankie's bits
4. Tabouleh from the local Johnston Street grocer.
5. Alexa Chung - (although not as much as this dedicated stalker)
6. http://seaofshoes.typepad.com/ (& check out her room in Rue Magazine
7. The update on my iPhone which means I can now zoom-in, for something so 'advanced' it took a bloody long time
8. Vintage store finds, it really is the ultimate bargain on Sunday morning that makes my world go round
9. Double shot flat white with a smile in the morning from the cute barista at QVB
10. The view of the fireworks from my balcony, sometimes it's no more than a stray flare, but it's a view none the less
2.7.10
Today the postman delivered me a pressie....
Sydney MC Benevolent has just sent me his new demo CD.
With no word of a lie it blew my mind.
To share a story such as his takes a truly talented and courageous artist and that's exactly what Ben Roe is.
There's diversity on this demo, proving his real talent and ability to adapt, not only as an artist, but as a human.
The kids got a story to tell and he ain't afraid to spit it in your face.
From political commentary to doin' burnouts with the boys, not to mention his haunting personification of a past heroin addiction. This is an Aussie hip hopper who'll go far and do us proud.
Check him out for yourself @
'Sydney Music Podcast - Benevolent' on iTunes
Big ups baby
X
28.6.10
Driftlab, Byron Bay
On those Byron streets, filled with diversity and culture, anything can happen.
Picture this:
Sunday morning, light rain, large hang over, no smokes, little cash and in desperate need of a coke &/or coffee.
After getting smokes and a mag (Real Living: this month worth the purchase) I go drifting down the street avoiding rain and the subsequent puddles lining the streets. WhyNot coffee shop for an amazing coffee (or two) a coke and a read... sunnies on.... I pick up a take away and head in the direction of a horizontal position... And then....
Merchandising and shop fit out which has visual impact and instantly draws you through what feels like a welcoming home foyer...
Comfy leather couch to sit and flick through the books that they stock or chill whilst friends, partners and acquaintances get their fit on.
Sick threads for the Sheila's and the Lads.
Not to mention the people working there, down right rad.
Hang over = Cured.
Unfortunately there is no website, there are however flicks from the shop-fitting company to have a little perv at!
Big ups
x T
http://globalshopfitters.com/gallery-details.php?id=41
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