Strolling through Soho on Sunday after an amazing brunch at Bondi Road, my friends and I passed the Ward-Nasse gallery where these amazing ceramic shoes are being displayed in the window. I didn’t have my camera with me (I know, silly me!) so I didn’t get any snaps, but the gallery’s blog had these pictures which, although fantastic, don’t even do these shoes justice. If you’re in Soho, be sure to pass by the gallery, you won’t regret it.
P.S. Love Bondi Road, but I did learn a very important life lesson. Even if you are absolutely obsessed with Oysters, do not subject yourself to an Oyster Shooter. Ever. Seriously, heed my advice, learn from my mistakes. While the components of an Oyster Shooter are awesome (a Bloody Mary and an Oyster) together, in shot form, this will prove to be the worst idea of your life.
Why do I only post Cult Films you ask? Because I love them.
The last time I saw this film, I secretly stole it from my brother who had it on VHS. I was pretty young and I knew that I shouldn’t have been watching it, but I watched it anyway. It was insane and some parts were really difficult to watch. But, there were also parts that I found beautiful and interesting and important and I think that it’s something I’ll be re-watching soon, and hopefully the message and messages behind the film will become clear to me now that I’m older.
The film is basically a 113 minute acid trip. Made in 1973, you’ll think everyone in this movie must have been on some serious drugs when this was written and filmed. But actually, they were. The director, Alejandro (who was also the actor, producer, set designer, costumer designer..etc etc) was on acid when writing the script, and supposedly gave his cast mushrooms during critical scenes (although I wholeheartedly believe they were on something much stronger).
Check out some of my favorite psychedelic stills below but be warned that the trailer I’ve included is Not Safe For Work, and not entirely like the stills at all. Honestly, you might regret watching this movie if you see it or you might think it’s just stupid, or it will change your life.
I first fell in love with Matt Schwartz’s beautiful images about 5 years ago in a different life. His dream like distressed Polaroid photographs are much more beautiful in real life, but until someone comes up with touch-o-vision and 3D computer screens, this is the best I can do.
I have this one
And I also have this one. A tribute to my Coney Island days.
This is the Great Carina Nebula. It spans over 300 light years and is one of our galaxy’s largest star-forming regions, home to some very young and very massive stars (paraphrased from Nasa). The nebula is so extremely beautiful and reminds me of one of favorite stones, Pink Agate.
I’m not really into pink agate when it’s polished but these rough cut pieces are so gorgeous. The colours are prominent and interesting, shades of pink peaking out from behind each other. When the stone is polished it becomes much more uniform and although the pink is much brighter, I just see it as super dull and wierd looking.
The stones decided to model themselves in front of my 1950’s vintage dolly head tissue dispenser. She sits by my bed and stares at me at night. My absolute favorite thing is having people over and seeing their expressions when they notice her, what’s that? I’ll admit, she’s a little creepy, but in the best possible way.
I’m trying to think of different ways I can use the stones. I’m pretty set on creating some rings, but we’ll see how far I get. Seriously though, how sick would those be as rings?
Summer after summer I worked in a glitter glam pink tee shirt shop on the boardwalk. I was surrounded by hanging mermaids, bug-eyed doll heads, boardwalk souvenirs, massive amounts of tee shirts and random oddities. Every day, I walked up the rickety wooden ramp, past the teenagers and fry cooks getting the next door funnel cake, hot dog and fried shrimp shop ready for the day. The early morning boardwalk is so different from the midday boardwalk. It’s filled with the carnies, the sideshow geeks, the neighborhood joggers, the crazies and the loners, preferring to swim alone. I knew these people and for a little while each summer, became a part of their world. Unfortunately, just like any place in the world, the boardwalk has its politics and its crooks. Nonetheless, it’s still magical, a wonderland of history, if you can look beyond its current state.
Anyway, I just wanted to share an artist that has made some great Coney Island prints that we used to sell on the boardwalk. (In addition to his amazing paintings, he makes really interesting band posters-definitely check out his website.)
I have this one
And I also have this one. A tribute to my Coney Island days.
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