Blacknote & The HE-4-ACO-DMT

This song goes out to Whitesnake, Poision and KISS because they can suck my fucking dick! - Sam Sproull, This City Sunrise

Night one of Rock2Wellington was last night and I couldn't actually give a fuck. Wellington needs mopping up after every street sweating in bogan band t-shirts. Instead of Rock2Wellington (or Summerset) I went to a gig at Blacknote.

Blacknote is a grungey flat on the corner of Cuba and Vivian Street and is situated on top of Bluenote bar, hence the name, Blacknote. Ever since I was little I always wanted to go beyond the purple door and when I was fourteen or fifteen I finally got granted entry. I know that anytime I walk up the stories of stairs to that flat I am always guranteed a sweet time. Whether it be seeing a friend, trying new drugs, drinking new drinks or attending gigs that are a little too hardcore for my taste, but totally awesome anyway. It is like beyond the purple door is another diemension.

On a more dumb note, Vice Magazine. I wasn't going to say anything, but it is been a few issues now when I really haven't been able to stand the content. Volume 6, The He-4-ACO-DMT Issue of Vice was obviously gagging for tits and ass and the only way that they could incorporate this was in a tasteless photoshot called Flash. How ground breaking... So yeah, just something small that I wasn't impressed with so far this Easter weekend.

Technology vs. Photographs

Added to my stack of technology is now the latest MacBook, these sold out at Magnum Mac today which is just as well they held one for me! It is not the air - that just has a pathetic excuse for memory and with all my music files, photographs, documents etc. I need a whole lot of memory.

With my brand new, crisp white MacBook I got Photoshop CS3, Microsoft office and the brand new wireless internet which hasnt been released yet.

Today I photographed three of my selected models for sample photography photos and design pictures to be edited and played with on Photoshop. I took all my design photographs on my digital camera, in colour and then got them printed in black and white. I then re-photographed the prints and put them in folders on my MySpace so check them out!

Blaine: Sweet Bird Of Youth
Hannah: Stage
Robyn: Crystal Chain

I then photographed the three models with my manual SLR film camera and I am eager to develope the film - interested to see if my camera is sick or just insane, but I would like to begin printing.

Real Groove

In the March issue of Real Groove magazine Nick Cave dominates the cover in black and white with a broze wash and inside you will discover features among creatures, including Midnight Juggernauts, The Ruby Suns, Bauhaus and Nick Cave et-fucking-c.

However your reason to buy an issue of this months Real Groove magazine is because it is only $7.90 and if you have a Real Groovy card (like me) not only do you earn points and cool shit like that, I think it is another $3 off you get on the Real Groove magazine price .

Have you got your copy? Great!

Now turn to the Live Review section and there is your article on Camp A Low Hum. I wish I could tell you that I wrote it, but I didn't. Words are by Adele Hunter-Higgins and the collage of photographs include Milana Radojcic, Chris Andrews, Neon Sleep and Rokpx behind the lense.

Out of the hundreds of photographs taken at Camp A Low Hum, out of the hundreds of people who attended the festival, I, Nicolette Alessandra Esposito made it amogst that collage of memorabilia. Disgustingly drunk, dressed in bloody rotten zombie, upon shoulders of a dirty smelly boy, making the legendary indian ohohohohohohoh noise!

Camp neighbours James and Zack from Bang! Bang! Eche! have also earned their place, along the side of acts The Brunettes, Connan And The Mockasins, Ladybird, Die!Die!Die!, Teen Wolf, So So Modern and Disasteradio. We have Forest Rave action including Welfe, late night male pool sports and even early morning aerobics.

Hold on to that copy because oneday you'll want to name drop me and show it off to all your friends that you know/met/read the blog of the grungy zombie girl.

I actually really like article too. It'll make it painful for you to read, if you werent there.

The First Time

NO magazine is the latest New Zealand breed popular culture magazine to pleasure our shelves . After Pavement's kick in the bum and a boot out the door, loyal readers were left disoriantated and many contemplated the idea of a cult suicide. But alas, Fraser McGregor has returned to our matte, perfected, comfort zone world with friend Delaney Taborn. With 160 pages oozing out ink of success, 35 somethings including tasteful articles, colour enchanting editorials and a new season of interviews, we tear off our mourning faces and welcome the new born. What gives NO my magazine review virginity is the brillance of how each section is linked to the next, like a consistant chain as strong as a smoking addiction - it is tough to be broken and has the potential to influence a perfect stranger and eventually find it's way toward you.

This is our first time. And yours too, obviously. That's what this issue is all about: people doing things for the first time. Some of them you'll have heard of. Some of them you won't. Some of them you probably even know, which is kind of the point behind NO. No shit. No worries. No name, just a number. Some people think we're crazy for starting a magazine at a time when digital media is surging an, as a result, traditional media is dwindling. But the fact that the world's getting smaller, closer, more intimate all the time is what NO magazine wants to celebrate. We want to help you see how we're all connected, how very little distance there is between us. How we success and screw up, what we love, hate, think about, laugh at, worry about, ignore, hide and reveal. And we want to do it in a form that you can't accidentally delete, that won't get lost in your inbox, in a form you can hang on to, pass on, rip pages out of and look back on in the future and be surprised at who, in the pages to follow, you've come into contact with since.

Choice! Minus the fact I feel like a total fuckwit having my excuse for a review on the internet.

NO magazine is ten dollars, basically free and issue one can be picked up with either Taylor Warren or Dita Von Teese on either one of the two existing covers (I got Taylor Warren). In Wellington I suggest purchasing it at Magnetix in Midland Park (say hi to Olwyn - buy a coffee) or Real Groovy on Cuba Street.

Blow: Shoot A Film

I spent my double of art design out in Wellington taking photographs for my current assignment. It cost me almost fifty dollars to get them all printed (including doubles on quite a few and a contact sheet).

Most of the colour photographs I got printed in either black + white or sepia, except for a few exceptions. I get so bored with my photographs after I've done them and know I barely like them anymore, but check them out anyway and let me know what you think.

Please do not comment the name of the store or what you recognise. It is more so a privacy act for quite a few, so if you know, you're in the know, but shut the fuck up about it.

I just completed four pages of pure perfection on influentual work. I am enjoying my art design and photography homework while being totally bored and hated in seventh form.

It's not too bad being me, I had a real love-yourself-day today.

For some reason the HTML isn't working on my Blogspot, so if you want to see the photos, hop to my MySpace albums.

Girls Don't Count

The number of times that same episode plays out in my head is ridiculous, because it is pretty pessimistic. I have become a total insomniac, so I plan my future in the early hours. Who plans their future? It is basically setting me up for mental breakdown.

I have two ID cards, my drivers license and my college ID. Neither look like me, the photographs are such extremes that I have been asked if I am three different people. It never really bothered me until last night, when I realised that I have planned three different scenarios for my life.

Nicolette/drivers license is going to over dose at twenty seven on November 29th. Because she has been to so many schools and met too many people (apologises) the effect on everyone is going to be daunting and change the face of Wellington, Christchurch and Auckland.

Nicolette/college ID is going to be stuck in the past either dwelling on the one that got away or married to someone at thirty who isn't quite good enough.

Nicolette/now is a complete mystery but has a more positive future. She is taking one day at a time and walking in a path that is somewhat already made. She knows what she want and is driven to get it. Problems include, lack of sleep and an over creative imagination.

Total out of body experience.

Reading these now and still anything is possible. I was thinking today how scary it is going to be when people you went to school with and all your friends start getting married, it is such a commitment. Suppose it is a little like an addiction.

V.I.P

I really like my friends. Their company is what I need and it is strange to think that we haven't even known each other for a year, for older friends it is probably just hit the six month mark. I wouldn't say that I find it hard to make friends, it's just in the past I have managed to get myself in to some really dumb groups.

Last night I went to Ben, Edward, Dan, Joellene and Ange's flat warming and that is what has triggered this blog. I had a great time partying with the lot in our leather jackets, listening to some of the most obscure conversations and watching some very entertaining dance routines.

I am not with this group of people all the time, but whenever I do hang out with them they always manage to make me feel like a V.I.P.

Sometimes I do worry and get paranoid that they don't enjoy being around me and that because I am seventeen and they're all a couple or more years older, I am sub-conciously trying to be their age too and it doesn't go down well.

Well, whatever. Things are too great to mess up and I am sure that if I am ever being too un-like me they'll bring this little astronaut back down to earth. They will and have done, even if they haven't realised it - I like it.