Ouistiti

Just two of the many interesting things I found when I Googled Oui Ouistiti...
A men's magazine [for the man of the world, no less] and a band [even had a listen to the free album download...sadly, their sound is not as good as their album cover...]

*I like...

 

 

 

*thanks to ffffound!

Casting shadows...

I adore silhouette art.
These are just a few images I've found that I'm fond of, however I'm still searching for one that will live on me permanently...

Don't go changin' [too much]

I have not been back to Melbourne town in over 18 months.
That's a really long time to not visit a city that changes so rapidly...and rapidly it's a changin'
Although I resided here for around three and a half years, I feel almost lost in a place I once called home.
I fear Melbourne is getting too big...it is losing it's intimate charm.
I have visited my old favourites, stumbled across new ones, and shall explore more tomorrow, but even though I adore elements of this city, I suspect I have fallen out of love with her.
A whole new freeway has appeared, apartment blocks are popping up like weeds, bar staff are less interested and people in general seem less friendly.
It's no secret that I struggle to be present, [uno, live in the moment, see first what is directly before me, blah, blah, blah] but although I am surrounded by excellent coffee, great restaurants, hot fixie riders, quirky bars, retail sales, gorgeous people, and excellent street art, I just don't feel at home here anymore.
Despite this 40 degree weather, Melbourne is losing it's warmth.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall feel differently...
Anyway, tonight involves a first...a quiet night at Revolvar [yeah, seriously]
We're starting with food in the dining room [now Colonel Tans, previously Paddee Thai] before a feature film premiere in the band room, where I'd normally be found dancing till daylight...

Oh Brother!

I'm no coffee junkie [apparently as I drink my coffee white, I can have no real appreciation for it anyway] but I do drink two brews a day, and I do know a good coffee from a bad one.

I also get pretty excited about a cafe that gets the three essential elements right.

Brother Baba Budan is that cafe for me, and one of my favourite Melbourne haunts.

I adore the fit-out, relish the coffee, and admire the passion behind the owners and staff.

I just can't wait to get back there next week...my nervous system has no idea what it's in for.

Tripping on old pavements

I am going on an air trip
a pavement trip
a road trip.
Home.
There is too much to see
and
too much to do.
I'll think of you often
but
not have
time
to miss you.

I'll see you soon
to
swap
travel stories.


I'll be here

 here
 
 here  

 and here

[and one late night, here]

Flick Pics

Some of the best movie posters from 2009 according to The Auteurs...what do you think?

What Heaven Looks Like...

When I was a child, my father took me to a castle his friend had  recently purchased, that had almost completely been gutted by a wild fire.

All that remained of the interior, was a wrought-iron spiral staircase.

[I still recall the eerie atmosphere with such clarity]

Despite the happy sunshine that streamed in through the non-existent roof, the burnt out iron bed and charred remains of a plastic doll were enough to make me feel quite uneasy.

Still, since then I've had a fascination with disused, damaged, and abandoned buildings.

While they partially fill me with a sense of loss, heartbreak and sadness, I also feel overwhelmed with excitement and wonder. 

I enjoy imagining what may have taken place in them decades prior...

I'm not at all religious, but if heaven exists...I hope it looks like one of these images.

[images are thanks to the amazing photographic project, The Ruins of Detroit]