La Vie en Australie

I once knew a boy who wanted to see a new world. So I followed him there to take his photo, because that is what you do when you love. Lucky for me, he is as beautiful as the land.

But right now, these photos are all I have of the person I love, and that isn't such a nice feeling. It is scary and shitty and beautiful and I just don't know what the fuck to do about it. 

So to quote Atwood once again...

Variations on the Word Love

This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed- seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute. Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. this word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go -Margaret Atwood

Super Cool Video Art Bloggy Blog

One of my films was published on a curated video and performance art blog. Check it out yes please by clicking that link you see right there. You might have to scroll down, they update often. They published it on my birthday, August 29, same birthday as Michael Jackson.


YO-GUY

And here is a picture I took of a whale in Perth. I have more photos to come. Just you wait.

Asphyxiate me Down Under

A very S&M window display in Margaret River. Those aussies really seem to enjoy their cellophane, eh?

Sex in the Land of Oz

There are a lot of fucking sex shops in Perth.

This window display is my absolute favourite.

It is a male mannequin suspended horizontally in a spacey environment with twinkling lights and mirrors, wrapped in clear cellophane and wearing a gas mask, helmet, feather angel wings and a cod piece made of tin foil.

So Australians are kind of bored I guess?

Crow me a River

I am currently in Perth, Australia. The crows here are fucking terrifying.