brisbane fashion week

not nearly as glamourous or pretentious as NY Fashion Week or anything of the like,

Brisbane's Mercedes Benz Fashion Week really try to make the common suburban-person feel like they are truly experiencing 'high fashion'.

so, naturally, i decided to be absurd and dress a little obnoxiously. 

80s hair, clown dress, a atrociously cut uneven skirt and a Mercedes Benz logo ripped off a car and transformed into a necklace.

the show consisted of 5 designers:

Chelsea De Luca

Talulah

Sasha Drake

Pia du Pradal

Juli Grbac

personally, i thought Juli Grbac and Talulah were the best. Grbac had very girly look, with beautiful pastel colours and plenty of ruffles, puffs and layers. as opposed to Talulah who had a modern looks, bold colours and plenty of shiny things.

and with only one nipple slip and two shoe incidents, the show left me thinking "oh Brisbane, bless you for trying".

for only the fashionable:

www.flickr.com/huntingforwitches

bats got spank'd

last night, the Empire asked BATS to put up an art installation as part of the Brand Spank'd Art Electro event, that showcases local, national and international creative persons.

they said 'abstract',

we said, 'yeah, sick'

it ended up looking half raging mexican party, half intergalactic drug space.

but that's the way we like it.

and with a $100 bar tab, let's just say i was pleased my level of crunkness.

 

the witches brew

it was supposed to be a cult-like burning of any remaining evidence we had of our school years.

instead,

it became a good old fashioned gaggle around a struggling flame.

and so, as the night grew on, the more passion pop we drank, the more broth we ate from our cauldron and the more we almost became burn victims (and almost nearly did).

a few drop bear sightings were also made, however, being in our slight incoherent state they could have easily been possums piggybacking possums.

if you're not a freak: http://www.flickr.com/photos/huntingforwitches/

lismore, amongst other things

the dreaded coles disposable camera proved to be accidently rad.

i suppose the film jamming, and me accidently exposing it to light could be called fate?

or fucking lucky, if anything.

and of course,

who could forget my crazy neighbour Bill and his beloved racing pigeons?