Sunday, January 25, 2015

pulled pork sliders and brioche fucking buns

I haven't spent a lot of time in Fitzroy of late. So please someone tell me when the fuck did the choice narrow to Meatballs, Sausages Or Burgers served by a shitster (shithouse looking hipster)? Thankfully there is still a welcome reprieve in the lanes behind the exposed brick, incandescent semi industria fucking nightmare of Brunswick Street, 2015
 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Sitting Ducks

We are sitting ducks.
We cast momentary shadows.
We drink beer at the Trivia night.
We make our mark.
We accumulate shit.
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We make our mark again. And again. And again.
We clear stuff out and leave shit behind.
We chuck so much shit out.
We take the piss.
We catch light that falls on walls.
And we ponder, sitting ducks.
 

Monday, December 29, 2014

Pain(t) Spotting: Cheers to the Photographers that made 2014

There will be no images in this post. This is a written tribute to the spotters. That unique pack that are religiously devoted to the documentation of what is happening in street art in Melbourne, this year. You fuckers call us paint spotters. Pfffff.

Us 'paint spotters' will know the following questions well and will ask ourselves daily:

1. Am I an artist?

2. Am I just a collector of names, images and knowledge?

3. Am I a hobbyist?

4. Do I take the shot so people see the work, or so that they see me?

I don't doubt many of us street art photographers are artists who have chosen to stick with the medium of photography. Yet frequently we are derided. Most insultingly, we are often viewed as fans, when in reality, we can be, and often are, the greatest wing-man an artist could hope for.

I want to take my hat off to a special few who I admire greatly in my own little hyper local world.

1. David Russell - energetic, open, generous and collaborative. He is amazing. What he doesn't know about the inner workings of a camera is not worth knowing.

2. Dean Sunshine - he is so easy to be in love with. Not like that, just in terms of wishing you could bottle a piece of him for yourself.

3. All those shapes - how does one person know so much about so many?

4. Arty Graffarti - in the Graff world, he is the equivalent of All Those Shapes.

The four people above, in my opinion, are shaping this scene more influentially than I think anyone gives them credit for. 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Copping the worst of it (Comme des Fuck Down)

I have overstimulated myself these past few weeks. I have a new camera: a Sony Alpha 7r. It's two purposes are: to do amazing pre-processing of JPEGS to upload by wifi to my phone and share. In essence, to be my smart phone.
The second purpose justifies the cost. Raw files that will end their journey as kick ass Tiffs that I will, the hope is, produce HUGE work from.
The reason I know that I am overstimulated is that I am seeing everything through an aperture, or an ISO or shutter speed. Not just the good stuff. Yesterday I spent 10 minutes taking photo's of the dashboard of my car.
The dog has copped the worst of this new obsession. That is okay because she is a super cute subject. And besides I need to learn. But soon I will need to remember what it was I used to capture when it was just me, my dog and the Samsung in my pocket.
Below is one of my early shots, I think it may have been taken on a Nokia, or an early iPhone.
Watch this space...



Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Power Grouse

Yes, grouse. There is no other way to describe walking through a massive space full of people doing art. I mean the painters and the spotters, too.