last full year

Earlier today I realised that 2011 is my last full year in Australia, which made me sad and happy - no way to explain wanting to remain and leave a place simultaneously. Stay tuned...

self portrait #831

arch.2

2. Marine

walk on christmas day

lego guggenheim

debris project

So, I've begun working on the Debris project. I sent out a call on FB, requesting people to sweep their street debris then scan it and email it to me. Even though I've only received 4 images, I've been able to react and get something going that I'm pretty damn happy with so far. If all 20 or so people follow through, this thing has the potential to expand into something massive. Definitely one of the more ambitious pieces I've worked on in quite some time. Peter Greenaway is the obvious inspiration here.

warehouse/reflection

mickey gotta gun

xmas tree

a church for fish

mobile phone template

I've turned on the new blogger mobile phone template. Less frills and no widgets, but loads quickly. If you want all of the pretty stuff, then you'll need to view the blog on a computer. Let me know what you think...

drinks anyone?

nfdu PROJECTS promo

DADT and Rev Fred Phelps

So, DADT wasn't overturned today in the Senate. That's depressing. It's like 5 year old children in charge of a really big machine. Let's call a spade a spade, it's people's religious beliefs that drive this insanity; rather, the religious beliefs of their constituents. Reid called the vote early, some of the Senators freaked out...blah, blah, blah. At the end of the day, it's cowardice, and after a while, it gets to you. I sometimes wonder, why do I give a shit?

I saw today that the Rev Fred Phelps is going to protest Elizabeth Edwards' funeral. I can't even begin to fathom what goes on in his brain. I think it is funny (and a bit sad) that people of 'faith' say he will burn in Hell. I'm like, no, he won't. Hell doesn't exist. That's the rub. However, Phelps will continue to make a lot of people's lives here on Earth, hell. I seriously can't wait for this jackass to die, so I can picket at his funeral. I think I'll carry a sign that says: FRED IS DEAD, MAY HIS BODY ROT IN THE COLD GROUND.

sink

in case you were wondering...

One would have thought that I had forgotten how to type with all of the these images, and all...rest assured that I still have thoughts and I can communicate them textually...but seriously, who has the time?

st john street

wedding dress

before/after

rubbish

timelapse1

self portrait #457

self portrait #785

counter on king

gym

circular quay

opera house

king street

jason 2008

hina 2008

the photographer 2008

aussie thong

portrait at lazy bear

bathing bears

playing around with picnik: 

marrickville and the mission

So, yesterday was one of those marathon drinking days. The weather was amazing. What is it about warm sunny weather that makes me want to drink all day (and night)? The longer I stay in Sydney, the more it reminds me of LA, well, LA minus the grid. Without having a car, I don't think I'll ever figure out how this city is put together. I met up with a friend last night at a party in Marrickville. While I was waiting for a taxi back to the city when I left, it occurred to me that if I had to walk home I wouldn't have a clue which direction to go in. I didn't find this threatening, but I did find it discouraging. The only area of San Francisco that I never really knew my way around in was the Mission. It's kind of funny in retrospect  - east became west, north became south. I used to joke that If someone blindfolded me and plopped my down in the Mission, I wouldn't know how to walk my way out! That's how I felt last night.