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This needs no explanation.

Posted in art, art melbourne, culture, fashion, funny, humour, life, melbourne, photography, street fashion, Uncategorized by tarantulatrash on May 15, 2010

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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!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KERRY

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

My Ruv.

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.