gorillas in the mist

3 Apr

Once again my love of animals that think they’re people keeps being piqued.

This was on the return trip from a morning of Homemaker City frivolity, we passed this traffic signal box on Wickham Street. Then I backtracked and got a photo of it while Kevin, full of shame, kept walking ahead.

Neither Tarzan, Sigourney Weaver or George of the Jungle were anywhere to be seen unfortunately.

in the domayne of queens

3 Apr

I what? I went to Domayne again? No!

Yes. I had to pick my computer up from getting fixed, and, well, there was furniture (and shiny) and I just can’t resist! I’m only human, and if you say otherwise I’ll get you with the gun that’s built into my cyberne….. I mean…. -cough- pretty pictures yay!

Some incredibly lucky woman had managed to purchase this prior to me seeing it. The mole. Now what will I do for patriotic fowl?

Naaaaw! Resin and Red makes even ugly dogs look adorable. Also, WANT! And in black!:

Giant game of chess anyone? I actually saw a large chess set on the street in Melbourne. I do regret to inform you that there are no photos from my trip to Melbourne. My phone decided it liked to chew through the battery when not being used, so the camera rarely got used. However…. Xanadu… omg… if it ever comes to your city, drop what you’re doing and go see it. I’m still listening to ELO songs two weeks later.

Ok this photo isn’t that great at getting the detail across on this table because of the bright lights and high gloss finish, but it’s a tiled table top that looks like it was hit with some paint. We’re calling it the “Wog Art Attack” table. Why? Because as a child growing up in an Italian household, we had a tiled coffee table and a freaking tiled BBQ table. Yup. Tiled. In tiny little tiles. I’m going to have to find a photo of that, I’m sure my mum will have on somewhere. We also had a fountain in our front yard…. go figure.

NSW Leather also do dyed cowhide rugs. I also still want one, in case you were wondering what to get me as a housewarming present when I move.

I love these lamps. Kevin had begun to fag out on some white couch or white table or white tv unit, or something white (his decorating borders on racist), and I zoomed in right on the lamps. I’m getting that “Silhoutte of a vase, or is it two faces” feel from them.

But never fear, cause I’m sure there will be about a billion other trips to Domayne this year. So if anyone working for Domayne in Fortitude Valley needs like.. paid for product reviews (send samples), I’d be more than happy to do so! It’s not like I don’t love the place anyway.

Did someone say ELO?

hard trash, the sweetest thing

2 Apr

My favourite time of the year came around in New Farm recently. 3 little words that, when whispered, send an erotic shiver up my spine.

Hard. Trash. Collection.

That’s right! At the end of February, a whole week was dedicated to sticking your shit on the side of the road and having people rummage through it prior to the council stealing it away on the 28th.

And lets be honest, there was a lot of shit. Microwave cookery books, someone who used calendars, but only wrote in them for the first two or three months, and then lost the drive, lamps that omg I would have taken home had the bastards not cut off all of the wires to them, rendering them useless, and the largest collection of dirty mattresses I’ve ever seen (and I’ve been to the dump shop!).

An afternoon was dedicated to treking about to see if we could find anything for Kevin’s new place. He found squat, I found gold! Go me!

This sexy fella got dragged around with me, and now sits in the loungeroom. It needs some wood glue and some screws to make it seat worthy, but I like him!

Filthy old mattress with a nice 60s flowery fabric on it. (This DIDN’T come home with me, though when Kevin saw me eyeing it, he did voice his concerns)

A kids bench with a little dog and cat on it!

Oh, but the pièce de résistance of the ENTIRE thing was this magnificent styrofoam “3” that rested near the Balfour Street end of Bowen Terrace. God I wish I had overlooked the slight water damage and just taken it home, because lo and behold it was gone an hour or so later!

But I’ll always have the memories! Thank you, Hard Trash Collection (-shiver-) 2011!

I’m quite the spunky cub, aren’t I?

Cub: A term used in gay circles to describe a young, husky, hairy gay man. Essentially a young ‘bear.’

a little bit of mardi gras in my life

2 Apr

So yes, someone went down to Sydney for Mardi Gras! My first ever, and a fantastic time was had. The after party was A-MAZING, with Alexis Jordan performing “Happiness” and Wynter Gordon doing “Dirty Talk”. Amoung all the glitz, glam and trashyness, there was some time to have a (really hung over) trek around Sydney.

The Friday night involved a trip to Stonewall that I don’t quite recall, and a drag show that I don’t seem to have any recollection of, though some photos did appear on my phone:

And then the next day… some time in the afternoon, when the hangover had subsided, off to China Town we went!

I love a world of eating!

And this hydrant that had been graffitied and now looks like a happy lego man robot…

And speaking of Lego……

Freaking…. Lego… Exhibit at the Aquarium……

I'm totally gay for Poseidon

Someone set out to create a horsecock with all of the tan lego pieces underneath this. And no, it wasn’t me.

The horse took some 900,000 pieces to make and I forget the count on the Poseidon.

There was also a large Lego mural on the wall outside. The photos aren’t that great because a) it was behind glass and b) sunny sunny day:

And this collection of colourful chairs at Myer (or David Jones….. I think it was David Jones) caught my fancy little eye:

But clearly the highlight of the weekend was the Parade, and though we had a great view from a friends place, we still watched most of it on TV, because Pam Ann was down there doing interviews!

Oh guuuuurl it was crowded down there, and when the parade started, about 20 mins in, it began to rain like nobody’s business. It was pretty heavy, but didn’t last all too long. There would have been a lot of running mascara down on the streets however (and it looked like a glitter bomb had exploded in the city the next morning!)

And then the afterparty. And then sleeps! It was a great experience all up, and without becoming a scene/party person, I am looking forward to going again next year. It really does give you a sense of pride and belonging. If you’ve ever doubted yourself, go to Mardi Gras, it’s incredibly uplifting!

The 2am show from Alexis:

And Wynter’s 4am dirty spectacular:

hunting rabbits

17 Mar

I love these little guys, sitting in the window of an art gallery on Brunswick St. Part sculptural hunting dog, part taxidermied rabbit.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’m off hunting with my very own hunting rabbit and its cute little origami paper saddles.

an image is worth a thousand words

16 Mar

Well hello there. I’ve been a little negligent of this poor little blog lately. Had my computer die on me, and then everything is happening! I made a trip to Sydney for Mardi Gras, and I’m about to head to Melbourne for a few days and a few musicals. Life plods along nonetheless, and I do have a small backlog of posts to make, which should start showing up in the next few days.

My Mardi Gras outfit. There were red shoes too. Also a tail. It was recycled the next weekend in Brisbane for Big Gay Day.

In other news, I’ll be moving in a few months when my lease is up. It’s been a good three years where I am (god, living by myself since I was 21!), but time to find a slightly nicer place. With air con. Or at least a breeze. Summer was particularly cruel when it hit this year, the extreme humidity didn’t help at all either. So poking around and hoping to find a nice place to call new home when it comes around (june/julyish). Will be putting a little more effort into the place too, my crafting and decorating has been on hold lately because I’ve not been happy in my surrounds, and I’ve been considering moving for a while. Most projects are off until I move, as the motivation to do anything in this place is almost completely gone.

Anyhows, here are a few more photos from my trip around the city snapping shots of traffic signal boxes, these are all by artist “Worth”. Located towards Fortitude Valley and Spring Hill.

Also love the little circles on top of one, looks like they’ve used the top of the box as their working pallette, and then turned it into art as well:

 

What looks like a good use of leftover paint (and feels REALLY deGroot’y):

This used to have some additional John Howard-centric grafitti on it, I’m gathering it wasn’t the artists. I do however like the realistic looking person surrounded by tiny people with cutesy balloon faces, nice mismatching of styles:

hello swingers. i’m patty stacker

8 Feb

What’s this? Another traffic signal box? You guessed it ladies (and gentlemen, I guess).

This colourful little number outside the ANZ on the corner of Creek and Queen Street is painted by Alena Petkov, and I don’t think it’s a big coincidence she shares her last name with the artist of this work. They totally have to be related.

Very psychadelic. Woah. I think I’m…. freaking out….