birth of the romantic

Hey there!
I have just become independent, a free spirit, a dove set free into the clear blue sky that is my new house aka Mansion de la Footscray. Just moved in and I am so excited to be able to run my own life. This is the reason why I haven’t been blogging because there were quite a few issues and unforseen circumstances that threw a myriad of spanners in the works. One particularity enjoyable one was the night before the signing away of our lives, not 1, but 2 people pulled out!!!! So that was fun to deal with, but its all fine now. Mostly everyone is in place, we still don’t have a tea pot which makes my mornings challenging, I’m sleeping on an inflatable mattress and haven’t even started thinking about managing my wardrobe, but I’m not complaining. We have a 2m tall Venus sculptures in our entrance hall…finally my surroundings match my inner self. hahahaha
Anyway Wednesday night was the ‘Romance was born’ launch. I made it my job to be there. Surprisingly it wasn’t as packed with wankers as the previous exhibition I went to. That was very refreshing. Also the fact that black was not in abundance. Shock horror!!! Even I, yes I, a person that even has black sheets…mmmm sexy like a panther… wore colour, and not like a dull shade of burgundy, but like bright digital printed glory! The flips side of this was that I blended into the incredible ‘Romance was born’ wall paper, just a tad. The exhibition was really cool and from my understanding they were launching their new digital print which consisted of faux taxidermy creatures. The creatures were then displayed on baroque style side tables. It was fantastic! The champagne kept flowing and we all had a blast. Aileen and I went to dinner after and I was still drunk when I got home. I’m pretty sure I fell out of the cab. I definitely was judged by the driver. Lol
Anyway here are the pictures:

Beatuty after death

hello there,
sorry about the late post... its becoming a trend... tisk tisk vlad.
Anyway, last week, maybe even the week before i went to the Julia DeVille and William Llewellyn Griffiths jewelery exhibition 'Nights Plutonian'. Look, what can i say, there work is amazing. there work has a very unique and identifiable aesthetic that works brilliantly together. Julia used animals that she taxidermied herself to create wonderful hybrid sculptures cross jewelery, and William used animal skeletons to create these entrancing moving circus scenes and jewelery installations. It was all so morbid and yet so fun. There were so many bits and pieces that i would happily house in my humble abode. lol The crowd there was quite fascinating. I felt like i was at a fashion funeral, kinda like in Zoolander when 3 of Derek's house mates died in the gasoline fight. It was a sea of black, lots of Miyake pleats, Rick Owens distressed leather and drappy silks. Unfortunately not all of them were as nice on the inside as they were on the outside. I got all excited to be in such an intensely visual environment that i want to take picture for you guys. I was so intimidated, gave myself a pep-talk just get myself in the media zone. lol What can go wrong? People are nice, right?...apparently they're not. So i walk up to the guy with two piggy tail plats and an awesome leather jacket with giant eyelets and kindly asked him if i could take his picture, he looks at me, slightly convulses and shakes then turns away and continues with his conversation. WANKER. Didn't even say anything. If he said, 'no thank you' i would have been totally fine, some people don't like photos. But no he was a cunt. So that naturally threw me off and as he was the first person i asked. If he was the second or even third person, i would have brushed it off and kept going. Oh well. so i had another complimentary drink and just took some picture of the art. And here they are:







Julia and Ferri