I don’t know how but in the span of a month, I found myself at two completely separate black light shoots. One was fun because I got to finger paint fluorescent tribal designs on some traditional feather and hide masks, the other because the dancers we dressed were fucking fantastic. Both were splendid, both I photographed. These pictures are from a song sequence in a Bollywood film that I worked on as wardrobe assistant.
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Barcelona based Alex Noriega’s life lessons illustrations on his blog Stuff no one told me (but I learned anyways) are funny and endearing as they are true.
This little boy stole a piece my heart with his toothy grin. I’m going to blow up the second photo and cover a whole wall in my house with it.
I just painted my nails to look like The Joker but I must have left my camera transfer cord at the beedi shop or something so here’s a shitty picture for your pleasure. I feel awesome.
Today is technically the third day of Diwali and although it has ruined my body, what a three days it’s been. There has been much drunken revelry, good company, barbecues on high terraces, poker, neighbours bringing over homemade sweets, dressing up.
Pune smells like gunpowder though, which can’t be good. It’s really loud and polluted and I’ve seen too many horrid accidents. Last night, somebody in my street lit a tree on fire with their irresponsible rocket lighting and the fire brigade had to put it out. As the wise @ashwinpande said ‘I need to find a one-armed man to teach these fucking kids a lesson about not playing with firecrackers.’
So in a great big fuck you to firecrackers, Shaunit and I threw ourselves a Diw-holi party. We decided to make a rangoli, light tiny diyas and play holi which we both missed this year(and myself since the 90s) and we drank whisky and and ate chocolate cake and lemon tarts and stayed up till dawn.
Rangoli is actually more difficult to do than it looks. Add alcohol to the mix and it’s near impossible. But we did okay.
Late last night, Kunaal, my favourite person on set and I hijacked the rickshaw and using a tripod and camera, had a silly impromptu photoshoot. <3
If you have an hour to spare in Sydney, or are driving into the city, I suggest either walking to, or parking at the Domain Carpark to experience the Domain Carpark express walkway. It’s one of Simon Winkler, my friend, amazing DJ and Triple R’s Music Co-ordinator’s favourite places in Sydney and he recommended it to me and I’m passing on the news about this peculiar underground installation because I loved it. Under the Domain, is a 200 and something metre long tunnel with a travelator, that exits by St Mary’s Cathedral and the corner of College St and Macquarie St. This moving footway is an odd but wonderful shortcut into the city, the entrance to it is a little hard to find, but chances are the people you see in the area, are heading just there. The walls are covered in murals and it is super surreal. I’m hesitant to post too many photos because I’d rather you get the full effect in person. I searched for it when I was feeling pretty frazzled and it enthralled me to no end and completely changed my mood.
Other ways to spend a day in Sydney:
Morning – Scour the markets and eat breakfast from a cart. There’s The Rocks market I mentioned earlier, plus some good markets in Bondi and Glebe. Pick one and go.
Afternoon - Stay local. Spend an afternoon in the sun at Darling Harbour. Browse books at the amazing Books Kinokuniya store at the Galeries Victoria, where you can leaf through samples of amazing art, photography, design and comic books before buying. Tweet from the three storey Apple store and lick frosting at Cupcake Bakery on George St.
Evening – Visit Kings Cross. Buy something cute at Jay and Mike’s vintage, have a hot chocolate in the chocolate cigar smoke haze of Coco Cubano – cool decor and it smells incredible, peek at the Coke Sign and people watch. It’s super seedy, and quite fantastic. I loved the Cross.
Night – I don’t know. I was in bed by ten. According to Simon, ‘the Summit bar (Orbit lounge bar) is a kind of kitsch 70s cocktail bar/revolving restaurant with arguably the best panoramic view of the city, the harbour and it’s surrounds’ – and I would have gone had I not lacked human accompaniment.
Little peepshow below.
The Melbourne International Comedy Festival is about halfway in and I’ve seen only half a dozen shows so far, but they’ve all been great, no duds. I love seeing the smaller shows do well, I know I sound like a huge art faggot but so be it. I cannot stress enough how important to support upcoming artists, nurture their talent and sponsor their enthusiasm.
A cute show I was invited to last week was Eric Hutton’s Jokey Joke Time at the Old Magistrates Court at the Melbourne Gaol (killer venue, awesome medieval candlelit bar/sitting area too). Eric’s observational ramblings coupled with music, freestyle rap and illustrations were quite memorable. The end of the show was too funny and despite it being a little gross, imagine a PG two girls and a cup, I was terribly hungry afterwards.
I’ve also heard very good things about Luke’s Got Cancer and Wilson Dixon Rides Again. With the imports, I prefer the comics who endear like Josie Long, Maeve Higgins, David O’Doherty (le sigh). I’d love to see some more comedy this week and next, I hope I get a chance. You should too.
I love maths. Well I did. I was insanely good at those maths + logic puzzles at school. I was even on a math team. I loved maths right up till trigonometry and then quit while I was ahead. This is new math. Writer and artist Craig Damrauer posts a new equation on his website More New Math each Monday to illustrate the mathematics of life, philosophy and an assortment of other things.
This last one made me chuckle.
I generally don’t like the fantasy genre. Which is weird because I fantasize all the time. Even though I thought Gandalf was kinda sexy, I fell asleep during one of The Return of the King’s two billion endings. I just dislike fantastical films and can’t be convinced otherwise.
I can however, appreciate the aesthetics of a genius set and styling and I love these stills from the movie Where the Wild Things Are. Great costumes, effects and that light is so pretty. See the trailer here.
