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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
 

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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. 

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."

Read more: http://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/trouble-brewing-fitzroy-street-mural-could-be-censored-20140828-109h1w.html#ixzz3BqNMTxkB

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

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 BABE

This LAME stuff 

This COOL #merkism

Oh and I met RONE!!!!!!

I shit you not! R_O_N_E

 

Chapter Five: 11 Minutes Late

11 minutes late, mate

Or was I early?

660 seconds really

Another 6 and it would be,

Well you figure it

But the devil is in the detail

And the detail is in the timing

Which for all intents

For me at least

Is an old man

At the lights

I don't play Candy Crush!

I don't sign petitions

I am not going to 'like' your page just because you ask me too
I am gonna wank on about Precious Little Precious Few Precious just fucking wow ! Cos there is talent right there

I am not going to your event in Germany, France, Belgium, England or Italy - so don't invite me. And select people to invite rather than block inviting. Do you even know where Australia is ? Seriously Bro's!!!

And I sure as fuck have no desire to play fucking Candy Crush.
I just wanna take good pictures and talk about street art and graffiti and bottles and cans ...

Okay and I also wanna crap on about Australian Politics, feminism, queer politics, anarchism, world peace and my dog

But NO Fucking Candy Crush!!!!!!

 

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The Fitzroy Flasher est. 2010

221 posts since 14th November 2010. That is not a great average. So less talk, more posting. Here are some things ....super old stuff...walls that went...and came back...and didn't

The walls that went

My greatest flaw as a commentator on street art, graffiti and urban art 'discourse' is my point of reference. This being an assumption of impermanence,  difference and a direct link between art and social position. For the next while I am going to assume that all of my assumptions are false, and see where this takes me.

Urgent Notice: #profeminism and #antihate may cause Homosexia

I am an ex-member of the Global Bloggers Network. This is a network that emails the work of various bloggers around the traps, for members to take a look at. So, this morning when I was still a member, this shit hit my inbox: 

We are to accept gays as they flaunt themselves in parades down our streets… ?but they get all...

GB Network: how's about you try screening selected blog content prior to dishing vile crap like this to unsuspecting members.

I also recently discovered that I may have "homosexia" because I have tried pot (or more accurately "weeds"). 

Christians Against Drugs

Yesterday · Edited

I was just listening into my son Dennis' room, when I heard him making plans with an urban to visit London to see "A book of more men". It's obvious that Dennis has consumed weeds and contracted homosexia because of it. I guess he doesn't want any of the offerings of House Murphy. Too bad that someone may end up calling Mr Ferguson, his boss tomorrow and 'advising' that no salary be paid to him for the next few months. God bless. -Martha

I do wonder if Martha is a fictitious character sending up the extreme right - I hope so. Brilliant if so. Otherwise I have a new obsessive hobby to follow instead of obsessing over the Westboro repressed automatons.

F.F.S! There I was thinking the #womenagainstfeminism was enough stupidity for one week. I mean, thank you for letting us know woman are equal. Maybe we can tell that to the families of the women raped and killed in India - that will be comfort for them, knowing it will now be safe for their other daughters to dare to, I don't know, catch a fucking bus.

I suppose I should be thinking of the perfect response, but this idiocy brings out the child in me. I would rather deface shit and laugh at them then try any futile use of logic. If they could reason, they wouldn't be this stupid. 

Stupid is harsh. I think that people who hold these types of beliefs may be suffering from a new syndrome I am hoping gets up in the DSM soon. I call it Acute Fucktardia (symptoms being bigotry, judgment, narrow mindedness, hate - more common in people who walk the earth voting right wing). 

I can't see a cure being found anytime soon, too many powerful institutions (many with lots of gold and chapels and hidden secrets) gain benefit from having these sufferers around. Bums on seats, and armies dumb enough to do their dirty work.

So if you encounter someone you suspect has the syndrome, just hold up your hand, maybe put a finger against their lips and quietly say "shhhhh...you need to just fuck right off".  

Until we find a cure, this is the best advice I can offer.

Chapter Four

Was it a sign? A message ? A mere coincidence read far into ? I darent think it yet I saw it

Different but not less

Can we all please drop things like superiority, smug bastardry, hypocrisy, fucktardedness, racism, sexism, hatred.... Embrace a few boats, Muslims, Jews, Fags, Hookers, Junkies, Spastics, Retards, Refugees and Bogans and just GET THE FUCK ALONG.... Deliberate use of offensive language to reduce it's potency so I really sincerely apologise for offence, and hug you. None of us are better than each other.



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Chapter Three - Apparition

Ah sweet memory

Have you betrayed me?

Was it not so?

#preciousfew #lordpreshington