Picture worth a thousand words…
…Best tie EVER!
I would just like to preach about my latest musical obsession.. that being GROUPLOVE!! Interviewed vocalist Christian last week and he was very chilled which reminds me I’m definitely going to start posting my interviews on here soon-ish.. A new band that has had amazing success in the short space of just over a year.. the story of how they got together is pretty love-story-hippie-pixies-fleetwood-mac-awesome.. and who better to tell it then themselves.. The Bloom Documentary is about them, their story, their struggles and it’s worth wasting 10 minutes of your life watching.. this band are so serious on the first day of officially deciding to start they’re band they all got GROUPLOVE tattooed on themselves.. I want to join the movement =D The cinematography is excellent..
The same guy does most if not all of their music videos and they’re pretty excellent.. they’ll be touring Australia in January and if I wasn’t a slave to the man with my Monday to Friday 9 to 5 and no Christmas holidays I would totally follow them around Australia and watch every gig.. seeing the sights by day and rocking, dancing, singing my lungs out at night.. probably in this van…
Saw this baby in the Barossa… absolute perfection! Wanted to leave a note under the wipers saying if they ever lost their mind and decided to sell it, to please call me
Just spreading the love…
Had to share this.. please watch it.. inspiring, real, moving.. and about time!
Eclectic collection today.. the above model Rick Genest otherwise known as Zombie Boy is breaking the mould having modelled for Thierry Mugler, Nicola Formichetti and appeared in Lady Gaga’s video for Born this way.. I think it is AMAZING that someone would do that to themselves… it is really confronting. Personally looking at him makes me feel a little nervous and I don’t like feeling that way it kind of shows the hold mainstream conservativeness still has on me. Maybe it is from all the horror movies I watch, or the realism in the fantastic tattoo work but he freaks me out slightly.. I’m not sure I could handle waking up next to him in the morning without getting a fright every.single.time. God that must get tiring coming out of the toilet stall, coming around the corner, entering a room and either scaring people or getting a million double-takes a day. Can you imagine what kind of prejudice he has to deal with on a daily basis? He will be judged worse than Blacks, Asians, White’s, Gay’s, Lesbian’s, transgender you name it.. everywhere he goes he will be bothered incessantly, stared at, pointed at, talked about.. I’d love to interview him!! You know what I love it.. in a world that I feel is getting more and more conservative this gets people talking, gets people discussing and gets people learning, appreciating (hopefully) and maybe not so judgemental & prejudice..
I’m still working on my own photos ready for tomorrow..
Something different happened to me the other day.. I was on the bus reading with no plans (set in stone anyway) on my way to the library . As I stood up to get off the bus this man who was standing in front of me (who was getting off as well) turns to me and asks me ‘if I would like to go get a coffee?’. Granted, that is not so shocking and call me naive but I did not feel like it was a pick-up, or that he was hitting on me.. just that he had some free time and would have liked to have a coffee. I didn’t think he had especially noticed me, as an attractive woman you can tell when you have caught someone’s eye and I had seen him periferally come onto the bus and sit down without so much as a second look at me. But the way he turned and asked me out of the blue, with no nervousness, cockiness or obvious intention implied and I had to pause for a moment and wonder.. well why not??
Lets say he didn’t want anything (don’t smirk, play along) but to spend a spontaneous hour with a complete stranger. Just two people with nothing important to do just expanding each others minds or talking complete nonsense.. I prefer the former but how much better would life be if we weren’t so paranoid, fearful, snobbish, weary of people with hidden agendas and tried to re-connect with someone for a brief moment. What if I had accepted and we had, had a great conversation? If at the end no numbers were exchanged, just a thankyou for the chat and we parted ways, happy to have reached out to someone and the world no longer feeling like such a cold, lonely, harsh place. People spend a lot of money paying for therapy, paying for a complete stranger to listen to their problems, wanting to be heard, to be told they are normal or ok or things will get better, to indulge in some narcissism to help ease the pain of being human with the social complications, personal problems and the traumas that entail.
We stay in horrible relationships, put up with shitty friends, rely on dysfunctional families, endure physical or verbal violence from close ones mainly ( and I speculate) from the fear of being alone. Travelling a lot I tried to stay connected to a small group of friends, every time I would return I wouldn’t feel so alone, that I was needed, that I had roots somewhere and that I belonged. I went along with their plans, their social life, was their for all their issues and problems as a true friend and I believed I was happy and had real friendships. Until I had some real personal issues, made some regrettable decisions, moped around, got depressed and they turned their backs on me after I apparently took longer then they believed necessary to ‘get over it’.. I wasn’t aware that I had a timeline before everything had to go back to being about them. I tried to rekindle the friendship I could feel my security blanket slipping away and I apologised, I felt like I had to, that I was an inconvenience and it was them that slowly stopped calling me, inviting me out, coming to my birthday and they shut me out of their lives. For a long time I felt like it was my fault, that I had lost something important, that I was alone and that petrified me. But now I couldn’t care less, I realise it was the best thing that has happened to me, I have excellent friendships with some amazing people who unfortunately live all over Australia and abroad but we keep in contact all the time and I am not alone and never will be. Who needs roots when they are rotten??
If the world was a place where we could accept a strangers invite for coffee or a bite to eat without the fear of malice or intention I believe we would not feel so alone and so afraid to make the hard decisions to walk away from certain people or situations. That we would be stronger, happier and not so selfish to look at someone like they are crazy when they try to reach out and engage in conversation at the bus stop, supermarket, anywhere… that there would be much more community and maybe not so much mental damage, disease, depression… but that is a whole other conversation.
Something to think about anyway… maybe I should have said yes??
My Mix CD…