Look Like Ass

April 25th 2008
Sweet party on Allenby Terrace with bands that I didn't know, choice. The place was packed out it was incredible and absolutely everyone was drinking and drinking and/or on drugs from, E to LSD, ABC, DEFG, HIJK, LMNOP, QRS, TUV, WX, Y & Z. I learnt that everyone loves life and chain smokes.

I was in my first polaroid photograph that I'll probably never see again and the few photos that I took of the night are up on my MySpace. We all look like ass, but had fuckin' top night at Allenby Terrace.

Nico Knew Noise

Year 9999 and after that, 10000. In the future how will we say that? The year ten thousand? Does it just seem weird to me? In the future how will we say that?

We won't, Nico. You won't be here, the world probably won't even be here. What about an after life then, for the world? Some humans insist we have an after life, so why shouldn't the world have one. Isn't it in our nature to pick up the pieces? I'm sure the others could do that for us, carry on our legacy. But what if there aren't any others, Nico? There will be though. There will be some ridiculous invention to perserve a number of trained persons to re-create the world and way of society.

You won't even be here, Nico. You'll be dead. Whether it is your partner or children who have you burried, that is where you will spend you're dead of life. Oh fuck, shit, I can't believe that is going to happen to me. I'll just be laying there in a coffin, being eaten by whatever dirty creatures are next to me. Are they putting me in the ground because I am closer to a 'Hell' that way? Well, it seems it if they expect me to just lay there without being able to move or talk, stuck inside my own head, arguing with myself, blaming multiple ulta egos over whose fault it was that I am here, mentally watching myself and unable to stop myself from being eaten by dirty, dirty creatures.

Fuck. Fuck.

People with over creative imaginations shouldn't die, they don't stop thinking and moulding things. It's torture living with one in the world today. It is like, imgaination is the bitter gray and steel cold bars which are holding back my sanity. I thought creativity was mean't to be beautiful, it sounds beautiful, it sounds posh and English. Too bad it is insane!

Religion, religion, religion. No fuck off, we're not going there, it is a touchy subject I know nothing about but feel as though I should. Religion, this is why people find God. Not it's not. Yes, listen. It is so that they can have faith in the Lord that they will provide them with an after life after death. Shut up, you're offending people, they're going to attack you after this, is it even Christian or whatever to believe in an after life? I don't know. Well then stop talking about religion, it's going to be the war to end this world. You don't know that, you don't know that. I bet it. I think you should find God. Fuck off, I said it is a touchy subject, I don't want to play with you anymore.

Have you ever watched a digital clock, waited for the seconds to change and noticed that it has taken a really long time? Yes. Longer than usual? Yes, yes, why? You were watching the minutes. Am I insane? You wasted sixty seconds of life waiting for one second to change, you're sick. Convincing, but I am not sick.

Ode to April 19th 2008

It is fuckin' freezing, but that won't make me cancel my night.

I love bad weather, wrapping up warm, striding through puddles, boots, hats, scarves and gloves. It is the weather for leather and whinging about the cold with friends (even though you secretly love it). Catching up with old friends, spending time with new friends, meeting new potential friends and taking a deep breath and seeing how long you can blow steam for. Having wind swept hair and rosey cheeks and nose, sipping on flat whites, hot chocolates, whatever you prefer and smoking until lose a lung or both.

It is the weather of heartbreak, sorry darling, I'm having an affair with this cool crisp air.

Last night I went to a show in town including Julia Parr, New Friend, The Lunchbox Boys, Elstun Gun and more. I dibbed myself in for being on photo duty and got a whole bunch of sweet snaps, which you can find on my MySpace. Everything was halerious, especially when Immy and I were waiting to use the bathroom, which was never engaged...

April 19th night life totally fufilled my little written piece of the day, but where do you think the name 'lunchbox' really came from?

Blow Kisses/Job/Cocaine

01 Blow Kisses Blaine/Sweet Bird Of Youth
02 Blow Job Hannah/Stage
03 Blow Cocaine Robyn/Crystal Chain

Photography and design assignments made their dead lines and I am fucking exhausted. My photography is currently on display in the art block foyer and I have got a whole bunch of positive feedback from a range of students. Above are the final three post cards which I created for my design assignment for a popular culture magazine, Blow. The photograph is just of spare copies I had, then cut up and joined them up. The originals are on special paper and stuck in my book with a thin white frame and small gap between each post card, so that they join together but without actually touching - it looks so much better.

Two weeks of well deserved holiday!

The Update

I'm avoiding MySpace, but BlogSpot is okay.

This is my last week of term one and I have a thirty four page photography assignment due Thursday and huge design assignment due Friday. I would be sweet, but school has introduced a new stupid addition to the art subjects. If we want merit or excellence we have to do an additional four hundred word essay on our applications and their relationships. I am working like crazy and am living in the art department - avoiding all classes except for photography and design. It's intense.

I have a Claude Maus leather jacket and Shakuhachi studded boots on a two month layby which mum surprised me with. We're paying it off together so this should be interesting. I can't wait to get my new items and I just paid off and got my Lonely Hearts dress. Fuck, I hate material.

Plans for a Dunedin trip are still in the making. My cousin is already booked to head down there July 18th-21st and asked if I wanted to go with him. I am keen to go, especially because I was looking at those particular dates myself. I am saving for the trip, but we'll see what happens.

I have a possible job lined up, it's all going down this week. It seems promising, I hope it is!

Also I am modelling for a Massey photographer next Tuesday which should be pretty cool. I'm a little nervous because I don't want to be a stink model. Hopefully I do well and hopefully I am able to get some copies of the photographs at some stage.

I am looking forward to Friday night with the new gang consisting of Olly, Immy, Zoe and myself and then Saturday night outing with Immy and Zoe. Olwyn leaves for Melbourne that day and I'm extremely excited for her because I know she'll have the best time and our plans to move there next year will just be ruling her mind.

Monash University (in Melbourne) sent me a package of course information etc. so I have some bed time reading and sweet dreaming. Also my brother may be moving to Melbourne next month - it's looking quite serious.

Well, I'm totally busy so I am off back to work, work, work! I am eighteen in something like 156 days or whatever - whose counting? I always forget!

And that is the update!

Nathan Likes Metallica

Who doesnt know Nathan?

Nathan is one of Wellington's most popular people and everywhere he walks he pulls the rock on hand sign to everyone. He lives in Newtown but will walk to Island Bay to hire out movies (he always has late fees!) and do the grocey shopping. If you are smoking a cigarette Nathan will walk up to you and ask for one, then in front of your face put it in his packet of his own remaining six cigarettes. Nathan is a walking gig guide (mostly punk and metal shows) and likes to find groups of people and give them each a flyer for up coming gigs. He has a job, a cellphone, likes punk, metal and attends Big Day Out every year and has many catch phrases such as 'why?' 'wassup' 'whats you're name?' etc. Nathan also believes he should get on the bus for free and today was no different.

Nathan: Hello, Hi mum, I'm just going to work now, I wont let you down mum, so you can buy me a top up card for my phone

Basically, that was one entertaining bus ride home.

I was doing really well

My savings account was looking so good for a while. I could have taken a weekend holiday somewhere else in New Zealand, but I went shopping and spent a lot of it in Wellington.

Well, I need clothes, guitars need strings, shoes shouldnt talk and if you want to pass art design, you need art supplies! Everything is so expensive.

I want to go to the Homegrown concert and tickets are $75. Isn't it sad that I cant even afford that right now?

Back to saving for entertainment and weekend getaways.

Stolen Cellphones Club

I had my phone stolen on Tuesday and a lot of drama came with it because the day after I went in to Telecom to put a bar on the phone to stop the person from using it, they somehow talked Telecom in to taking that bar off without even knowing the password I put on it.

I now have a new phone, with the same number but I cant get back all my contacts. Telecom put another bar on my old phone to stop the person using it and only Telecom and I know the password - so basically that means the old stolen phone is fucked and if the person wants it to work they have to go in to Telecom, where they will discover that it is a stolen phone.

What would be really great if everyone could please send a text to my phone with just their name so that I can re-add you in to my address book.

Black White + Gray: A Portrait Of Sam Wagstaff And Robert Mapplethorpe

Robert Mapplethorpe is one of my more influential artists and this year for my photography folio I am studying his work. Seeing Black White + Gray was a great oppitunity to learn more about Mapplethorpe and his relationship with Sam Wagstaff through Sam's story.

Black White + Gray is a documentary which explores the life of Sam Wagstaff throughout his career and days of being a collector.

It was interesting to learn that Mapplethorpe's career might have never happened if it weren't for Wagstaff and that Wagstaff may have never of came out of the closet if it weren't for Mapplethorpe. The pair were meant to find each other and push the boundries of photography.

Wagstaff and Mapplethorpe we're very good friends with Patti Smith and together they made an obscure and talented threesome, despite the age differences.

The documentary is short, just seventy seven mintues long and throughout it I couldn't help but to be lead astray in to the ideas that I could incorporate in to my own work. Very influential.

Wellington - Paramovnt
No more screenings

Auckland - Academy Cinemas
Monday 14 April, 1645
Wednesday 16 April, 1815

Christchurch - Rialto Cinemas
Saturday 19 April, 1145
Monday 21 April, 1830

Dunedin - Regent Theatre

Saturday 26 April, 1130
Monday 28 April, 1345