tarantulatrash

Brownies!

Posted in art, culture, film, life, photography, Uncategorized, vintage, writing by tarantulatrash on June 13, 2010

My friend Geoff has very recently become rampantly passionate about Box Brownies. These were taken with a Six-20 Bullseye. To convert 120 to be compatible with a 620 camera, he shaves around the edges of the 120 spool.

This is the backyard of my cottage, featuring me and Kerry. I believe in the second shot I was attempting not to fall off the little wall of bricks. I like the light leaks. I also like my cottage.

In other news, we just realised that the mulled wine we made in the slow cooker a week ago, is in fact still in the slow cooker today. We are reheating, mulling, consuming. Is that disgusting?

Jamie leaves England tomorrow, and will be with me by Tuesday night. Completion.

UPDATE: To drink mulled wine that has been fermenting for a week is an error.

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Exhibition.

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, vintage by tarantulatrash on May 15, 2010

I am having an exhibition in July 🙂  It is being held at a gorgeous vintage store/gallery space on Sturt street, Ballarat, Dear Prudence Vintage, and will run for a month.

I have a 2X2 metre white wall space,  a bench and if I need it, a 1X2 black piece of wall/board. The next couple of weeks are going to be spent scrapping idea after idea until I can appease my perfectionist self.

Melbourne

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, lomo, lomography, love, melbourne, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on May 4, 2010

I adore this city.

42 Days!!!

Ballarat.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on May 2, 2010

Ballarat.

People jump on your car when it is parked outside your house.
People steal your mail from your mail box.
You get kept awake by people cutting fully sick laps.
People wear slippers in the supermarket.
Haggard men follow you making cat noises;
and the girl with the slicked back pony tail who works in the shop always wants to talk to you that tiny bit too long.

BUT

It has incredible op shops.
The local art scene is doing alright for itself.
You can afford a wonderful place for the price of a shanty in Melbourne.
There is a place that does incredibly good pizza.
When you go out, you are usually dressed better than 98% of people;
and the entire town is a lomographers dream.

I’m still counting.

Posted in culture, life, love, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 30, 2010

4 months of love today.

46 days until I see him again.

Probably not going to let him go back to England. Even if I have to chain him to my house.

Solitude

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 24, 2010

I miss the anonymity of the city.

(LC-A+)

90 DAYS

Posted in life, love, writing by tarantulatrash on March 17, 2010

There are only 90 days left, until I see Jamie again. I’ve never been one to count down to things, but this time it’s different.

Jamie lives in Leicester,  England. I live in Victoria, Australia. It’s possibly THE longest distance relationship two people could have. The last time we saw each other was the 3rd of January. He’s coming to Australia on the 15th of June. I have never been so excited about an event that is so far in the future.

Jamieeeeee come here nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Bakery Hill Bastards

Posted in art, culture, funny, humour, life, photography, photoshop, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 11, 2010

I was a monster child, apparently. By Dev @ Dev-estate

In other news, I got home today and realised that the night before, someone had jumped on top of my car, cracking it and leaving footprints. This is but two weeks after my Valentine’s day package was stolen out my mailbox and thrown in the creek. ARGH. I live really close to the centre of town, which is great. Coincidentally, I also live near said creek, which appears to be some form of overpopulated haven of chroming youths with a penchant for methylated spirits and plastic jackets.

In my search for an appropriate term for these pieces of scum, I went to no other than Urban Dictionary. Upon searching the term “tiprat” I was then linked to the term “Westie”. The first, and voted as most accurate, definition that came up was-

A very under mannered person dealing in drugs and wearing raggy clothes eg: Dada!!!! Mainly found in Wendouree WEST, Ballarat.
“Get out of my garbage bin you fucking westie, it’s not my fault you couldn’t be fucked picking up your Centerlink payment”

Also in the top ten, was-

A westie is a person that wears clothes such as dada, starts fights (mainly in the rotunda outside Bakery Hill McDonalds, Ballarat), deals and uses drugs. The male version of a westie can vary, having tattoos, piercings, is involved with more than one girl and is most likely a father to a child somewhere. The female version of a westie, tends to have more than one child to many different fathers, they may have tattoos and piercings and tend to mouth off at other females.

Westies are generally found in Wendouree West, but can also be found in other comission houses in the Ballarat area.
They have common unoriginal names such as Steph and Joe.

You fucking westie! Get your drug-fucked head out of my fridge, and get out of my house!

Quite hilariously, I live around 3 blocks from Bakery Hills McDonalds, Ballarat.

I am planning my revenge.