tarantulatrash

Multiple exposure FTW.

Posted in art, culture, lomo, lomography, photography, photoshop, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 5, 2010

My friend Bridie edited two of my photos a couple of years ago. I think this looks awesome. Multiple exposure FTW.

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Lol.

Posted in culture, funny, humour, indie, life, melbourne, music, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on April 3, 2010

This is from about 3 years ago. If anyone can tell what I’m singing, I will be very impressed. Note: I was not sober.

why tarantulatrash?

Posted in art, culture, literature, music, philosophy, rock, Uncategorized, writing by tarantulatrash on March 29, 2010

I get asked a lot why my blog is called “tarantulatrash”-

The original idea came from one of my favourite pieces of writing, “Tarantula” by Bob Dylan.
Tarantula is a book of complete nonsense. Dylan used stream-of-thought writing and created a whimsical, confusing and melodic series of ideas/situations/mind-exploding nonsensical bullshit.

I see Dylan’s tarantula as  “fuck you” to society- he knew it was nonsense. He knew no-one would understand it, at all. He wanted to see people “create” meaning from within the nonsense. And indeed, they have. It highlights how crucial interpretation is in the value of art. To be honest, if anyone else had written this piece it would likely have never have reached publication. Instead, it has a cult following. I love it.

“…. You must have something to do in your real life – I understand that you praised the piece you saw yesterday entitled “The Monkey Taster” about which you said meant “a nice work of butter carved into the shape of a young man who likes only African women” you are an idiot – it doesn’t mean that at all…I hereby want nothing to do with your hang-ups-I really don’t care what you think of my work as I now know you don’t understand it anyway…I must go now-I have this new hunk of margarine waiting in the bathtub – yes I said MARGARINE & next week I just might decide to use cream cheese – & I really don’t care what you think of my experimenting – you take yourself too seriously – you’re going to get an ulcer and go to the hospital-they’ll put you in a ward where you can’t have any visitors-you’ll go right off your nut-I really don’t care anymore-I am so bored with your rules and regulations that I might not even talk to you again-just remember tho, when you evaluate a piece of butter, you are talking about yourself, so you’d better sign your name…see you if you’re lucky at Mrs. Keelers cake festival.

Yours,
Snowplow Floater

p.s – you’re my friend & I’m trying to help you”

There are no longer dancers.

Posted in art, culture, fashion, indie, music, photography, street fashion, tattoos, writing by tarantulatrash on March 18, 2010

“ There are no longer ‘dancers.’ the possessed.
The cleavage of men into actor and spectators
is the central fact of our time.
We are obsessed with heroes who live for us
and whom we punish…
We are content in the ‘given’ in sensation’s quest.
We have been metamorphosised from a
mad body dancing on hillsides to
a pair of eyes staring in the dark. ”

Jim Morrison, The Lords and the New Creatures.

R.I.P Jim.

Tattoo by Adam at King of Rings, Bendigo.

You’ve got her in your pocket

Posted in art, culture, indie, life, lomo, lomography, music, photography, rock by tarantulatrash on March 15, 2010

Bwidie. Lomo LC-A+

Start of a new week. Let’s see how it goes.

I miss England. I miss you.

Posted in art, culture, life, lomo, lomography, love, photography, venting, writing by tarantulatrash on March 14, 2010

Every day I look at the world from my window

But chilly, chilly is the evening time.

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.