tarantulatrash

Tired.

Posted in art, culture, fashion, lc-a, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on July 28, 2010

I really like my job, but I have far too much responsibility for someone who has just come out of uni.

My camera is still broken, which is hella frustrating and is affecting my ability to blog due to lack of photos.

I am now a redhead. That’s right. Full on ranga.

Today I got a pay rise and back pay. And what will I spend it on? That’s right, dentistry.

Merhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Update on knitting: 1/8 of scarf completed. I’m rockin’ it.

Back at home!

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, sport, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on July 11, 2010

This is my englishman playing soccer in my dad’s backyard in Tassie, taken with his Diana mini. I go back to work tomorrow, after 2 weeks off. I’m not overly excited about this. I’ll be back to blogging regularly now, as I’m actually home!

Finally;

Posted in life, love, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on June 16, 2010

Ash can has a Jamie.

Oh hallo, Mr ghost.

Posted in art, culture, film, life, lomo, lomography, photography, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on June 10, 2010

True ghost. I swear. Just floatin’ around in the house. Smenaaaaa.

I am horrendously irritable. It’s lasted a week. I’m hoping it goes away soon. Tonight I’m getting my hair done, which may help. It’s a month until my exhibition and I’m sooooo disorganised. I want so many things I can’t afford. I have 5 kilos too many on me at any given time. I’m sick of rude people. I’m sick of people talking mindless shit. I can’t tolerate it. I am a cynical semi-hermit.

I’m also going through a massive “I have no talent whatsoever” phase, which depresses me and makes me entirely unmotivated, and makes me feel like anyone could pick up a camera and take photos of similar or better quality and character.

BUT.  I don’t do this to impress people. I like the photos I take. No one else can take photos like I can, because they reflect me. They’re different, imperfect, and I have complete ownership over every one of them. (I have to keep telling myself that)

Hi Chopper draw me a picture plz.

Posted in art, art melbourne, craft, culture, life, melbourne, street art by tarantulatrash on June 9, 2010

Once, I knocked on the window of Chopper’s gallery in Melbourne while he was painting. He invited us in. My two friends got photos with him. He drew me this picture and spoke about being in gaol. Nice bloke. I was only slightly scared.

Sex pistols

Posted in culture, fashion, life, love, photography, vintage, writing by tarantulatrash on June 9, 2010

This is a photo of my mum and dad back before I existed. If you look carefully you can see that it says “Sex Pistols” on the wall behind them. This will always be my favourite photo. It sits in a frame in my lounge room.

6 days until I drive to pick up Jamie from the airport. Still not feeling real. He has some new photos up he took with his Diana Mini, you should go look!

I bought a pair of denim shorts off ebay, and they arrived with a free “versace” white vintage singlet. It was odd, but no complaints 🙂

Yet another end of roll image.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, venting by tarantulatrash on June 3, 2010

I like.

I have had an interesting week, to say the least. Work has been hectic, reports for the kids are due and I’ve had to write around 50. This is one of the main reasons I’ve been such an infrequent blogger. That, and I have a few films needing developing that I just haven’t gotten to yet.

Jamie gets here in 12 days. I’m excited, but it still doesn’t feel real.

It’s been reinforced to me this week that you can’t take people at face value. Someone who has been very nice to my face, was the opposite behind my back and it really hurt not only me, but other people. Trust factor 0. Bit of a rollercoaster week, really.

Officially a Physio.

Posted in life, physiotherapy, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on May 6, 2010

I have graduated, after working full time as a physio for 4 months. It’s sort of an anticlimax. This is Alesha and me- she told me to blog about her.
THERE YOU GO LESH.

What WAS exciting was finding out I got onto the Dean’s Honour List, for being in the top 5% of all La Trobe University graduates for 2010. HOORAYYYY.

I got a headache today, because I couldn’t move my head and crack my neck because of those stupid caps you have to wear.

In other news, 40 days left.

Daniellawl.

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, fashion, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, street art, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 28, 2010

Today is Daniel’s birthday. Daniel is one of my best friends. I ruv.

LEINAD. HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH.

Go visit his blog, I enjoy it.

In other news, I almost passed out today at a dance class. Full on, black-in-front-of-the-eyes semi pass out. I think today I may have eaten too many plums, and not enough bread. Or something. Isn’t that how it goes?

I got my Diana Mini in the mail. I’m hoping Ballarat decides to stop being a bitch so I can go out and take photos of it on the weekend. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this winter.

as the wind overpowers a weak tree.

Posted in culture, life, lomo, lomography, philosophy, photography, religion, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 26, 2010

“Those who dwell on the attractiveness of sensual enjoyments, and live with the senses unguarded, and are immoderate with eating, they are slothful and weak in perseverance and will-power. Emotions overpower such persons as easily as the wind overpowers a weak tree.”

Oh Buddha, how I am being quickly converted by thee.

49 days.

My hair is no longer black.

Posted in art, culture, life, love, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 23, 2010



And now I can barely afford to live for the next two weeks.

Also, the affair I’m having with a communist from London has been uncovered. I will now be moving to London instead, to be with him. Sorry if that ruins your fairytale, everyone.

It has been said

Posted in art, culture, fashion, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, street fashion, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 19, 2010

Life is better when you’re pompous.

High tea

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 18, 2010

We went to high tea for Kerry’s birthday. It was pure indulgence.

I had an excellent night tonight, out in Melbourne with friends for Dellie’s birthday.

I would also like to stress that I am in fact NOT going to top myself.
A few people have been concerned about this after a previous blog… I wasn’t aware I came across so emo!

I need

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 16, 2010

A break.

Less than 9 weeks now.

I get very upset sometimes.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 15, 2010

I blame things from the past; people, environments, situations, myself.

I believe that some demons and insecurities, you  live with your whole life. If they can’t be eliminated, it’s best to ignore them, look after yourself  and just get on with it.

It’s time for a demon cleanse, and I have a lot of the little bastards.

I want a bike.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, melbourne, photography, sport, Uncategorized, vintage by tarantulatrash on April 14, 2010

With a basket and sweet vintage step-through style. LC-A+, AGFA 200.

I just played truth or dare with Jamie for an hour. The bastard just kept saying “truth”. I think he may have been scared of what my dare would be.
It may have involved nudity.
It’s late, and I’m tired. I bought 9 pairs of underwear today, all exactly the same.

I am sick of hearing about/ seeing “fixies”.  Apparently this is becoming a subculture of its own in Melbourne? With a hierarchy of fixie enthusiast stature?

I have become obsessed with Waterfords Apple Berry Natural Mineral Water.

I’m really not making a lot of sense.

Goodnight.

The end of the roll.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 14, 2010

I always get excited to see the final image on a roll of film. There’s something magical about half a frame seemingly emerging from a blur of colour. This one is cut off sharp by strong primaries, contrasting the serene and natural colours of the tree. I love this contrast.

This image (which I’ve posted before here) is another example of an end of roll image. It fades. Just gorgeous.

Don’t throw end of roll photos out, because what is there might be just beautiful, especially as it’s incomplete.

The most exciting things in this world are incomplete.

Sorry!

Posted in culture, funny, humour, life, love, melbourne, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 12, 2010

I know I haven’t been as good a blogger lately, but I’ve been feeling like shit, been insanely busy and having a mini creative rut. Tonight, Jamie made me feel a whole lot better, by showing what he really thinks about my intelligent mind-

I shudder to think of what our children are going to turn out like.

I’m getting a film back tomorrow, with some good shots (I hope) of friends and Melbourne. Will scan/post/attribute words to ASAP.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KERRY

Posted in life, love, melbourne, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 10, 2010

My Ruv.

Jager chaos

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, physiotherapy, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 8, 2010

I have always loved this image, as it captures the manic atmosphere of that night. Sometimes, I miss these days. It’s funny how things change.

Today I learnt how to put a dislocated hip  back in its socket. I’m hardcore to the max.

Anyway, main purpose of this blog-

Can people give me a theme, or a quote, or a lyric, that they would like to see represented in an image? I’d like to be given some projects, to see how imaginative I can be. It can be ANYTHING. Even just a word.
I gave Jamie this project today, his theme was “Teacup”, suggested by Geoff. I will post his result, if he succeeds in his mission! I’m in Melbourne the next few days, doing a course in St Kilda. Lots of photos will ensue in the next couple of weeks.

Who reads this??

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, melbourne, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 7, 2010

Lomo LC-A+

I’m getting from 100-250 views a day, and about 10-15 people have commented on my blog, total. I’m really curious as to who the other people are who are following my outbursts of bullshit and creativity. If you follow my blog regularly, could you comment this blog? I’m just really curious as to who the other 100 people are. I’m sure they’re not a different hundred every day.

I’m off to Melbourne now, to see my lovely friends, drop one particularly lovely friend off at the airport, do an NDT course, work at the hospital and go to Kerry’s “High Tea” birthday party. I’ll be back Sunday, with photos.

My Diana Mini has been held up in postage apparently, but I’m saving the Velvia and Sensia for it. Agfa attack this weekend. Book to read on the train this week- Albert Camus, “The Plague.”

69 days.

I want to live here.

Posted in culture, life, love, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 7, 2010

And I could paint, and draw, and write, and not be bothered by anyone. We would have each other, and wouldn’t need anything else. Fill our cottage with art and music and words. I’d have a step-through bike with a basket, and go and get fresh vegetables in the morning. We wouldn’t have a TV, because there is so much to see and create. Lazy mornings with an endless teapot and books and blankets. Someone please, send me there.

[no idea where this picture is from, sorry to whoever I should credit.]

Cage

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, philosophy, photography, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on April 4, 2010

Study sciences. Study specialist math. Study languages. Dux your highschool. Get into a course that requires a 96. Get high enough grades to be accepted into the academic society. Don’t do drugs. Don’t smoke. Don’t have sex. Graduate. Get a good job. Mingle. Don’t get tattoos in places that show. Smile at patronising people. Go to clubs. Wear colours. Eat 3 meals. Take out your piercings. Don’t waste your time on things people don’t understand. Date guys who don’t waste their time on art and music or smoke or look weird. Work full time. Hide your dreams because they are ridiculous and make people look at you with disappointment and confusion. Become a grade 2, a grade 3. Do a masters. Do a PhD. Open a clinic. Get married to someone with a successful career who doesn’t waste their time on art or music or smoke or look weird. Have children. Own a house. Get an investment property. Go to SE Asia for holidays. Read Twilight. Read Harry Potter. Read the Bible. Watch current affairs shows about neighbours from hell. Listen to Fox. Listen to NOVA. Believe in God. Don’t get angry. Don’t criticise. Be organised. Be tolerant.  Be a success. Choose reason over love.

Be what you SHOULD be.

I just re-read this, and realised it’s sort of like the opening to “trainspotting”. It’s not. It’s my frustration. I hate society, and its expectations. I want to escape.

Once upon a time

Posted in life, literature, love, religion, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 4, 2010

Jamie wrote a blog about me. He’s incredible. I am so, so lucky.

The other half of my duprass.

Back home.

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, life, literature, lomo, lomography, love, melbourne, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 3, 2010

Tonight I am at Geoff and Kerry’s. Kerry is cleaning, I’m drinking a green apple UDL and trying to decide whether or not I have enough energy to go and get pizza. Geoff is watching “Teen cribs” and Chani is trying to dye her hair without turning her neck black. I finished “Slaughterhouse 5” today by Vonnegut.

In other news, I fell in love all over again last night. Although, that happens most days. Jamie.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

an antisocial commentary.

Posted in art, culture, indie, life, literature, philosophy, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on April 1, 2010

[THE FOLLOWING IS A SMALL EXCERPT OF A LONGER PIECE I AM WORKING ON]

He opened the black moleskine and printed the words in lower-case.

“antisocial commentary.

she has the lyrics of “meat is murder” meticulously and illegibly scrawled onto her forearm with a sharpie. she smokes pink elephants halfway down and stifles her gagging with san pellegrino. she hopes to find someone here she can be dependent upon but they must have wealth and taste and culture and street cred and tattoos of obscure concepts in obvious places. in her mind he sees her across the room, she glances and does a walt-disney-esque bat of the eyelids and he is instantly hers. he takes her to his sharehouse in the inner northern suburbs and puts a hat on the doorknob to prevent the seven housemates wandering in while he has her bent over a cardboard cutout of the great robert zimmerman and watches himself in the mirror. they smoke a joint afterwards and ash into a plastic water bottle. he offers her some food knowing that there is none, and knowing she will decline because she looks like she has never eaten. he is bored and wants her to leave immediately. she is complete and has her life with him planned out. he’s gotten his load off and so has the guy in the bedroom next door. “

I am sick.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 1, 2010

I’m sick. I can’t stop coughing, my eyes are leaky, my head hurts, my nose is running and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Hooray for the holidays.

Countdown- 75 days. Less than 11 weeks. My prince.

Where is Dick? Dick is Rick.

Posted in culture, humour, life, literature, Uncategorized, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 31, 2010

Today I bought my little sister her own copies of the “The Faraway Tree” series by Enid Blyton. Tonight, we sat down and she read me the first two chapters. I WAS SHOCKED AND APPALLED.

Not at my sister’s reading ability, or the actual story, but the names of the characters have been changed!!! MY BELOVED DICK AND FANNY NO LONGER EXIST!!!!

These are changes I am aware of-

  • “Dick” has now been replaced with “Rick”  (Due to the obvious slang association).
  • “Fanny” is now “Frannie”. Dear God. We all know why this is.
  • “Jo” is now “Joe”- because apparently Jo is a girl’s name now.
  • “Bessie” is now “Beth”. That is just pointless.
  • “Dame Slap” – who used to use corporal punishment on naughty children is now “Dame Snap”, and she simply yells at people. I’m guessing this was to avoid promoting corporal punishment.
  • Instead of saying things like “Good gracious!” , “I say!” and “Why, it’s simply ENORMOUS!” Joe now just says “Wow” a lot. That makes me want to kill myself.
  • Mother packs the children doughnuts in the new version. In the old version, they got sandwiches, chocolate cake and apples, and it’s quite likely that doughnuts didn’t even exist.
  • Instead of looking “fine” dressed as a clown, Fanny (Frannie) now looks “the real thing.” SPEW

This is political correctness gone mad. The book has lost so much of its charm, and I’m sure Enid Blyton would be rolling in her grave. I’m sure there are other changes, if you know of any, please let me know so I can add them.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

View.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 31, 2010

These are taken from my Dad’s back door. The view is over 180 degrees. I’m going to get married in that little gazebo. Lomo LC-A+, fuji superia 400

Perhaps if I stop thinking, it will stop counting.

Posted in art, culture, life, literature, lomo, lomography, philosophy, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 30, 2010

 

 

I feel somewhat like a zombie today. I speak to people, and look them in the eye, but I’m not really looking. I look beyond their faces, through distance, and through them. My mind is somewhere entirely different. I don’t exist here. Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I like it. Maybe I’m just talking shit.

I’ve started to read again. Today I wandered around Hobart and bought the works of Oscar Wilde, Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut, A Short History of the World by H.G Wells and the poems of T.S Eliot. Yesterday I read Cat’s Cradle by Vonnegut. I can’t stop, and I haven’t felt like this since I was about 13, and had to go to the optometrist because I was “over-reading.” I’d read all of Dickens by the age of 12.

I didn’t read, at all, my entire way through university. I guess this is because I would read about the anatomy of the cerebrum, then about the cause of Parkinson’s disease, then about research methods, then about what ever who-gives-a-fuck topic they gave me next. I hated reading, and I hated books.

I’m excited by this newfound love I have. Let’s hope it lasts, because I’d love to regain my vocabulary.

I also nabbed four (1 year)  expired Agfa 200 films for $4 each, a 200 fuji slide expired by a year, and 6 month out-of-date fuji chrome 100. I’m going to save them for the new Diana mini I’ll be picking up as soon as I get back to Melbourne.

I got an LC-A+ film developed today, but I can’t scan any until I get back from Tassie. It was a 400, and the photos aren’t particularly interesting, but there are a couple of good ones of friends.

I’m sitting in a Library, and there is a timer in the corner. I have 14 minutes. Perhaps if I stop thinking, it will stop counting.

Imperfection

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, paris, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 29, 2010

Sometimes imperfection is what makes things beautiful.

Edinburgh.

Posted in art, culture, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized, vintage by tarantulatrash on March 28, 2010

I’m currently in Tasmania, with my Dad, Stepmum and 3 siblings. I’ll be going into Hobart on adventures this week to find film and some sweet vintage clothing. In other news, I’ve decided to move to England within 18 months. Love>job.

Send me over.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 27, 2010

Now.

Would you drop everything to move 10,000 miles for love?
I don’t know what’s stopping me. I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

Lucky Coq

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, fashion, indie, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, street fashion, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 25, 2010

This is one of my favourite portraits. It helps that she’s stunning.

I want my holidays!!

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

While we’re on the topic of soft grain, I think that’s what gives this image something. This is Daniel. Lomo Smena Symbol.

Work is manic this week. It’s the last week of term, which means there are deadlines for reports, everyone is tired and my most used phrase today was “I’ll organise it next term”.

I have the best boyfriend in the entire world.

Posted in life, love, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 22, 2010

From over 10,000 miles away, he sends me lilies. Jamie, you’re incredible. I love you. 85 days!!

We’re not all that normal

Posted in culture, funny, humour, life, melbourne, photography, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 20, 2010

Today Geoff, Kerry and I entered Dan Murphy’s with the intention of purchasing a bottle of wine.

We left Dan Murphy’s with 17 bottles. 17.

This of course, eventuated into a ridiculous photo being taken.

We then got Jamie on Skype, and judging by his facial expression he certainly appreciated our efforts.

We’re not all that normal.

Geoff

Posted in art, culture, life, love, melbourne, photography, venting by tarantulatrash on March 20, 2010

This is Geoff. I’m currently sitting on Geoff’s couch. I have no idea who took this photo. Geoff is incredible, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a friend like him. You should all praise him. Become his minions. I have to go to work now at the children’s hospital, I’m having a million yucks.

Addition- I found out that Chris took this photo. Yayyy Chris.

I’m not really sure…

Posted in art, culture, fashion, humour, indie, life, lomo, lomography, melbourne, photography, street fashion, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 19, 2010

Luke and Liam, circa New Years 2009? Lomo LC-A+. One of my favourites. Liam looks so utterly content.

It’s Friday, thank god, and I’m about to have a massive weekend

– Sister’s 21st dinner tonight in Bendigo (Happy birthday Paigie)

-Go to see Geoff and Kerry in Melbourne

-Work tomorrow morning at the Children’s Hospital

-Help Gianna drive things around in the afternoon

-? Gig on Saturday night

-Drive back to Ballarat Sunday

-Aquatic rescue course Sunday afternoon

So amongst all that, I MAY not have time to blog. We’ll see how it goes.

Off to work. blerghhhhhh

Roller Derby

Posted in culture, life, sport, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 18, 2010

New sport of choice = Roller Derby. I start “fresh meat” sessions next week, hopefully. I’m attempting to drag people from work with me.

I figure it will be easier to drag myself to roller derby, than to the gym.

To call it art?

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, humour, life, melbourne, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 16, 2010

This is an old blog, from another blog, I am about to reblog.


Whilst in my second year at uni, I began to unintentionally collect a barrage of metcards in the bottom of my bag. A daily part of metropolitan life, these little cards of annoyance are generally always either left on the train, or expire 3 minutes earlier than required to get through the automatic gates. The only thing that metcards are in fact good at, is being drawn on in a shitty fashion with ballpoint pen whilst waiting for public transport. Over time I have accumulated quite a few which have been drawn on by friends, strangers and of course, Chopper Read.

At an exhibition opening in Collingwood, (or was it Richmond?) after sipping on free beer, making my humble judgement on the work displayed, and making semi-intellectual conversation with artistic types, I elegantly ran to the nearest pub to urgently go to the toilet. On my way back, with two friends accompanying me, I saw who else, but Chopper Read standing hunched over a painting on the ground, which he was splaying paint on out of a squeezy bottle in the manner in which I would put tomato sauce on my chips. Not being one to miss an excellent opportunity to cavort with earless criminals, I allowed myself to be convinced to tap on the window. The result?

My own piece of Chopper paraphernalia, and an exquisite art piece in itself. Perhaps I should switch to using squeezy bottles?

Icecream and a lion cub’s shirt.

Posted in culture, fashion, indie, life, photography, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on March 14, 2010

It’s Sunday afternoon, and my house is still a dump. However, that’s because I decided that instead of cleaning it, I would go and have an awesome weekend. I went down to Geelong on Saturday night with my best mate Bridie and got a little trashed at the Nash. An excellent band played called Revolver and Sun, I recommend checking them out. Today, a tad hungover and starving, we drove to Barwon Heads for food, icecream, beach and “The Nest”. Bridie stole a shirt off a particular lion cub, and decided it should go on an adventure.

The drive (shamefully, we listened to “Asha’s punk room mix” which was created in our emo/hardcore stage of 2006.) Oh, MCR. How we loved thee.

We swung by IGA (Independent Grocers of Australia). A photo seemed appropriate.

The shirt, in all its glory.

We then went to a cafe for food. At this stage I may have died if I didn’t consume something.

If you’re wondering why my glasses are wonky, it’s because one of my ears is at least 1cm lower than the other. No joke. I’m a freak.

This shit helps hangovers.

You’d do us.

The shirt got into the food.

Cookies and cream

Honeycomb

And fish!

At this point, Bridie decided to take the shirt off

And chill with it in the tree.

I was then in the tree for a while,

before Bridie kicked me out and got back in.

The water looks like sewage. This is a river, not the actual beach. My jeans got saturated. Don’t go to the beach in jeans.

We then went to The Nest, where I found myself some fellow Jim Morrison enthusiasts and witnessed homebrewing at it’s finest.

It was hot.

Bridie was branded.

GOOD WEEKEND.

Cheap Monday

Posted in art, culture, fashion, indie, lomo, lomography, photography, street fashion, venting, vintage by tarantulatrash on March 13, 2010

Cheap Monday. Lomo Smena Symbol. Dressing room courtesy of American Apparel, Jeans courtesy of Cheap Monday and  Daniel. He may have even taken this photo, I can’t really remember. So possible credit where credit is possibly due.

It’s a gorgeous day, and I’m ignoring the fact that my house is a dump and I’m going to the Ballarat Mill Markets to spend money on vintage clothing that I shouldn’t really be spending. I’ll clean the house tonight.

I’ve become obsessed with Etsy. Will post some favourite stores up later, but the sun is so shiny I can’t possibly stay inside. Today is going to be better than yesterday, which resulted in me coming to a few realisations about myself and ended in tears.

I’m really excited that after only a week, people are reading my blog! Thanks guys!

Cab Sauv

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, weight loss by tarantulatrash on March 13, 2010

Edinburgh Castle, LC-A+, cross processed slide film.

I’m feeling less than great today, I’ve had half a bottle of cleanskins Cab Sauv and I’m thinking bed might be a good idea. Having the metabolism of a dead tortoise sucks. So does having a boyfriend who lives a 24 hour plane ride away. I miss him 😦

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.

Irish river

Posted in art, life by tarantulatrash on March 7, 2010

I had a terrible day not long ago, and had a particularly large outburst of creativity as a result. It’s quite frustrating, when I’m happy I generally can’t draw the way I can when life shits on me. This took an hour. I haven’t drawn a thing in about 3 years. I may have a hidden talent??  It’s charcoal, but the low-res mobile phone camera has altered the texture.. I like it!

This river, I visited in Cork, Ireland with a wonderful guy I met there, Miles.