Thursday, September 11, 2014

This bloke

I am working up a spin off blog called Tales of Darren. It is inspired by a dude who has an opinion on everything. He always knows 'this bloke', or tells you about 'a mate of mine, who knew this bloke... ' . What he cannot tell you about money laundering and cement footwear isn't worth knowing, and he will deliver you a moral in every story. He is a little bit Jacquie Lambie meets Barnaby Joyce, a little bit the guy yelling at his son from the sidelines. I dare say he would shoot and he would vote.
A voice is a dangerous thing to hear from the mouth of a moron. Or is it? As much as I cringe when I see him coming I can't help but like the guy. As intensely as I disagree with almost everything he says, he thinks we have struck common ground. I like that.
Anyway that's just a share so you know to look out for some pretty hilarious vignettes. Well I think so anyway.
Blogging I am discovering, aside from being the most luxurious and indulgent modern platform, is something best created locally and specifically. Think niche, act local.
Tales of Darren. Coming soon.
Oh yeah and I saw some #graffiti #streetartmelbourne and stuff

Saturday, September 6, 2014

R.I.P. Joan Rivers

yes, I am going to weave Joan Rivers into a street art post. Playing six degrees to Kevie-B,  I am fishing the Interwebs for Joan - Rivers - Street - Art.

I am not the only one attempting to draw such an obscure and long bow. In my search I came across: New York City Street Art Pic of Kevin Michael with Joan Rivers.  Don't get it excited it is just a photo of Kevin being a Rivers fan. I looked him up, I didn't know who he was and did not want to look like a dick in this post. Turns out he is a Street and Graffiti Art Curator and Documentarian. A fancy paint spotter. The New York Flasher. But who actually runs shows. I think. A very preppy looking arty Flasher curator boy (yes, risking looking like a tool if he is actually famous and you all know who he is).

But getting back to Joan. In 2009 I sat in a theatre on Broadway a row back from her. Our boy Hugh was drawing the likes of Rivers, Bacall, Midler to Steady Rain. She turned when it was over and asked if I liked the show. Yes it was fantastic! I wanted to say "well I struggled watching such famous faces playing New York cops, particularly knowing that Hugh's formative years were nothing like this" but as I came back from that Nina dream scene she had already moved on. I realise it was just part of the routine, she wasn't actually interested in whether I enjoyed the show. But now I get to say I 'met' Joan Rivers.
Fans waiting for Hugh...okay I may have yelled out
"we luv ya Hughie" #bogansinnewyork
Later that night I saw her surrounded by people in the middle of the road, fans bloody everywhere and I thought to myself thank God I didn't gush.

I also saw her giving the bird in Bali (from my Absolut/fuck Mr Brainwash post)...

Okay, that is about as long as this bow can get, before you start thinking this is a hack piece. So with that I will say Joan Rivers, good bye, thank-you for the laughs. And I will leave you with these gems:

1. Lost Angeles Street Art (Link here)

2. A little on the disturbing side, she apparently lent her name to an Animal Print Graffiti scarf.

3. Not street art but the Huffington post had a sweet blog tribute written by a 17-year-old Kaitlyn Kaminski: My Goodbye to Joan Rivers.

This one is for my lovely Michelle, who has been watching endless you-tube clips since the news hit us. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Not Pretty Enough (bei mir bist du shayn)

I lived in St Kilda when Muso's and artists were moving on, paving the way for grunge to evolve into cool. They left the gays and Jews to cohabit in a blissful marriage of tradition and experimentation: The 1990's. It was all designer runners, comic teeshirts, 3/4 denim, warehouse parties, Midsummer, Miss Candy, The Palais, Russian bakeries.

To fireworks, dance music and Calvin Kleins (the pills not the jeans) the new millennium was welcomed. The Y2K bug didn't destroy us, but the new era killed St Kilda. The place soon became so cool it was hot, and it melted into one big festering mess of poo-beige.

The pretty people demanded nicer amenities, the removal of the prostitutes from each street corner, a clean up of Blessington Street, and a curfew on noise. They wanted a gentrified St Kilda. A nice place to raise designer kids and irritating dogs...or was it designer dogs and irritating kids? 

The old Jews survived the most horrendous experience of the holocaust, arrived on our shores, and built this wonderful city. Then they not only existed but thrived through it's darkest days, its hard days and its party heydays, to be left with this...Meh.  Nudne.*

Which brings me, of course, to Fitzroy this week... bushland? FFS!!!?! 
"... Cr Fristacky said she would have preferred a mural of scenery of bushland or the Abbotsford Convent. "I would say [the Sofles piece] is OK in a magazine or a book. But in public art I have my reservations."

To see the offending Adnate Sofles Smug collab check out Dean's page 
 *Apologies for bad, inappropriate or offensive Yiddish I am just a Goy

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Everything Is Awesome Is Melbourne InDesign Is Everything #mid2014 #InDesign_theevent

Melbourne In Design. The stuff of free booze, coffee, canapes, uberness, hipsters and near misses, art, design and show bags. A bit pedestrian, a bit who cares the booze is free. I couldn't wait to start this day. Had my E ticket and my new scarf. And the sky was so blue I thought I might die right there from this *omfg* I live in the best place in the world, fuck I'm lucky kinda awesomeness. Stars were seriously aligning in Flasher Land today...and here is why:
This ART
This GUY (Philip Stokes)


This LAME stuff 

This COOL #merkism

Oh and I met RONE!!!!!!

I shit you not! R_O_N_E


no, i can't work google+ out either