Corey and Corey Hotline

Personal number? That means I'l ACTUALLY get to talk to them. In the 80's.  This is SO back to the future right now.

Here. Hair. Hear. Heir.

I love long hair, especially when mid motion.  I love the way it forms and moves in arms and strands.  Who can resist the slow motion head turn:  her hair before her face before her eyes.

Images:  FFFFound/Lucinda King/Lookbook.nu/FFFFound

Mad Hatter

New year's resolution #23:  Wear more hats.  

New year's resolution #23a:  Wear more hydrangeas.

WTF

Photo by Lindsay Brown

WTF by Thundercub

Perfect Outfit

Yesterday, my gorgeous friend Wing turned up to our catch up dinner wearing the most well put together outfit.  The scarf, the colours, the doiley neck piece, oh my!  And the beret?  The pictures speak for themselves.  What a babe x

Polaroid Polarity

Polaroids equal instant photographic gratification and stylish white borders.  They're one of the greatest and most fun photographic mediums.  Here are some polaroids from Andy Warhol's still life collection between 1977 and 1983.

All my friends are in bands

http://www.myspace.com/thundercubmusic

Today my friends are from Thundercub. When trying to describe their music to others a series of musical adjectives get thrown into the fray willy nilly such as "progressive rock", "metal inspired drum and base", "electronica rocka". I'm going to go with electronica rocka because I made that up just then and it captures a whiff of what Thundercub embodies.

In fact that whiff might have just floated down the street from their band rooms, say about thirty four or thirty five metres.  It's gotten aromically entangled with the indie kid at 15a's poppy and trancy So So Modern rhythms and the slightly disorientating time signature changes of the Mars Volta from flat 6; as you casually stroll along Smellytune Drive you'd begin to gather the unique aroma that is Thundercub.

The number of pedals guitarist Lee uses (and created himself no less) deserves a mention. He literally has a suitcase of them at his disposal, many of which alter and transform the sounds he produces to defy one's expectation of what an electric guitar can or should sound like.  They'll be supporting the Mint Chicks in Dunedin at the Otago University Orientation, March 3rd. Go along and get those aural and olfactory senses a tingling.

Wait. Did I describe music through metaphors of smell?

Calm like a mirror

In the greatest depths
there sits thee
calm beneath the turbulent sea.

The gulls they cry
"forsooth, for shame,
why do we play this silly game?
When the sun, its shines,
she is serene.
We glide along in our ocean dream;
but when the sisters do conspire
she howls
she sprays
and we fly higher.
Tumultuous moods,
turbulent tides,
to the calm depths we wish to retire."

For a game it is
and as it seems
allusions, mirages, far off dreams
dance with the waves
in a nautical show.
But are you affected down below?
no no.

Don't look at me like that baby

big hair + thick lashes + downcast + hazy.

Oh the suspense

Sandra Suy

Soft + Shadows + Sullen + Sensual

In and Out

In and Out.
In and Out.
Lying awake on a Wednesday pint night.
It didn't work out,
it never works out.
Will it work out.
They're out and about.

Cravings abound,
lost and found.
T i c k i n g time bomb shrouded in sound.

Mud of the moon,
fibre for the loins,
for the mind
for the dollar.

Rising and falling.
Falling.
Fallen.
Crashen.
Gone.

In and out.
In and out.

Jellicoe Crescent

At Jellicoe Crescent sat wee Marie,
meeting Nairn and School.
"Hoo Roo" she called to the whispering dogs,
growls and puddles of grule.

Get out the clippers

I'm going to get my hair cut/shaved like this.

Photos from Neon Sleep.

Oliver of the Sky

My friend Oliver was involved in a wee fashion collaboration. This is the fruits of his efforts.

Whhhyyy?

Random facts are the specialist generalists key to success.

Always judge a book by its cover

Granite and Glass

Granite and Glass,
Opaque as night yet sheer surprise,
standing right before your farmhill eyes.
Blaze right through me, gaze beyond me.

Floating just within plain view,
sleep filled eyes
all fuzzy and blurred.

Edges so clean, so cold to touch,
standing before you.
Sheer surprise.

Motion. Stop.

Creation, destruction.