Wednesday, 25 September 2013

*** Newsflash***

This is my baby - three weeks of blood sweat and tears and here it is... 

Wily Badger have launched our first ever printed magazine to celebrate Clapton Festival and the local area, businesses and people.
Copies can be found in local cafes and pubs or get down to Chatsworth Road Market tomorrow (22nd September) to pick one up from our stall. It’s free!
The Clapton Festival section includes the day line-upclosing party details and interviews with headliners Bronze Medallists, our craft beer provider The Five Points Brewing Co and illustrator Kyle Hendersonwho is curating a live art show on the day. We also have profiles of the other performers and  some of the delicious food we have on offer.
There’s lots of other stuff too.
We hope you enjoy.

Thursday, 20 June 2013

This is how we do it.  It’s Friday night, and I feel all right. The party is here on the Eastside.
How to ‘do’ the 90’s if you’re not so keen on the EAST 17 vibe (which only requires a black beanie and sportswear, Doc Martens optional), NEW JACK SWING IS THE ONE you’re looking for.
It’s basically flattering high waisted tailored trousers and a button up blouse. Would work better if the blouse was shorter (showing 90s mid rift and the high waistline/belt).  Best part about this look is that its super comfy and flattering to wear.  Also this is a classic trouser cut, which can be adapted easily as your style changes.
Do: Wear you’re hair up, take inspiration from this i-D short on sports wear hair, play around with footwear and jewellery to enhance the look.
Don’t: dress like MC Hammer (a little too extreme)
Trousers and shit both purchased from The Brotherhood opportunity shop in Melbourne for less than $5 each.
Article lifted from most recent project fashion blog shoestringstylist

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

This is my housemate Will, he’s kinda poor too (he’s in the middle of his masters) and a rather stylish artist.  He’s usually on the other side of the camera, but today he’s showing us his garms.
This look is mostly about pulling together the resources of those around you to maximise your look.  In this case his rather talented boyfriend (more on him hopefully coming up), has made him a rather dashing top (from vintage jersey material) and  also a pair of tailored custom fit trousers which are tapered at the ankles.  It’s marvellous having a boyfriend who can make clothes, I’m just imagining the list of outfits I would offer in exchange for dinners, massages (Will is also a very good masseur if you’re in need), writing, heavy lifting, nose picking.  The scarf came as a hand me down from his mother and the socks were hand knitted (from Ireland). 
Do: Wear this outfit with a huge smile on your face knowing your promoting the talents of others, get a great sense of satisfaction knowing these items are not only exclusive, but tailor made for your shape.
Don’t: Enlist someone to make something for you unless you trust them, it will only hurt there feelings if you decide not to wear it.  
Start with getting you Grandma (if you’re lucky enough to have one) to knit you a pair of socks, or a scarf (I love knitted socks) before you invest in a premium and more complex black mohair jumper - I say black mohair jumper as I lost mine in India and have been pining (this includes contemplating knitting/learning to knit properly) ever since its journey into the unknown.  Its big task replacing such a valuable (in terms of emotional connection) and flattering wardrobe staple - it really did go with everything and keep me super warm.  Clothes are precious - value them, each has a sense of history and takes you on a journey, I have so many wonderful memories wrapped up in mine.  I do often ponder as to where it might be now - if only I had fitted a tracker device like the blogger from ‘my laptop is in Iran’ although maybe I might be in trouble if I did.  Perhaps the solution is to find a knitter and commission them, perhaps a trade of some sorts (more on this quest to follow).

Article lifted from most recent project fashion blog shoestringstylist

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

New Beginnings Are Wonderful

I've been busy, obviously not on this blog, but busy working out where my future lies.  To do that I've returned to the past, to my childhood and pulled out the memories that gave me the most pleasure and transferred that into something I would like to do as an adult.  It's a straight forward logical formula - I do hope it works.  Fashion or rather playing with clothes has been part of my life forever, I cannot image anything giving me more pleasure.

To that ends I've began a more specialised blog exploring the uncharted world of life on a shoestring, it happens all around us, everyday, but nobody really acknowledges it, how so many people (especially my peers) manage to look good whilst living on peanuts.  They are not popping into Chanel or Prada everytime they want an outfit for a night out in Dalston, or flicking through Hello looking to emulate the Kardashians, in a warped quest for porn star ideals (fake tan, fake boobs, fake hair, fake lashes - okay well maybe the last two now and then, but everything in moderation).  They are the true fashion movers, the people who invent new style - making best of charity shops, car boot sales, vintage stalls, clothes from friends, clothes left over/donated from shoots, clothes given to them in payment for fashion jobs, with dashes of high street, mainstream vintage and (if they are really lucky) the occasional designer piece.  Throwing two fingers in the face of aspirational living, with creativity exploding from the confines of austerity, recognising and celebrating the inspiration that comes from every angle of every day upon this earth.

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Mezcal Moving of Mountains

Since returning from my epic Indian adventure... 

....I've been going hard in an effort to counterbalance the effects of three months in another country (India is another country, yet it could easily be categorised as another WORLD), avidly avoiding the sedentary in fear of a massive comedown.  I've found myself literally running any engagement I'm able to squeeze into be it gig, party, rehearsal, shop launch, all have been excellent might I add.  

This evening is no exception for we line our stomachs and prep our ears before jumping onto the number 55 bus to the Mezcaleria Quiquirqui  a new bar tucked under the Golden Grill on Hackney Road for the Meadows in the Mountains party, an underground music festival located in the mountains of Bulgaria, close the capital Sofia. Curated by siblings Damian and Benjamin Sasse the festival seeks out emerging acts, championing all that is good from folk to electronic music to arts and literature.

Get there early as the venue is tiny with 65 capacity, Mohson Stars of Keep it Deep is on the decks from 2000hrs with many dj's playing throughout the evening. 

Sunday, 17 June 2012

☠ ✇ Sunday Morning Riots ✇ ☠

Dragging myself out of bed and onto the computer for writing session, this will help.

Dr Dre - The Day the Niggaz Took Over, (The Cronic) 1992 via Kyson East with footage from the 1992 LA riots.

Plan B - Ill Manors 2012 via Emma Willis the music video features footage from last years London riots.

Ill Manors the film, is Ben Ballance-Drew's (Plan B) directorial debut and is out on general release following its showcase at Cannes 2012.

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Music to come home to

So I've finally got round to writing again, amazing what an injury or two can do, I've had a death wish since returning home, 90MPH motorway car crash, weekend (sober) exuberance around the house leading to hours in A&E, fractured chest and two crutches later, I'm horizontal and spending one of the best time outs ever catching up on music, friends and my close companion the internet.

Since my world tour I have returned with fresh ears to savour the delights of the new school, or rather re-interpretation of the old (with a little bit of the new).  Moving slowly closer to the cusp of new music, yet perhaps a little self conscious of what I have to share with you.  So for now I'm coming at it from an angle of things I've missed and happy to hear from the last six months of being lost in Asia. (I guess I was busy living it up at the French Embassy in Burma with Aung San Suu Kyi, being the only white girl in town hanging with the Mayor and Chief of Police in Cambodia, hitchhiking on the back of rice trucks, that kind of thing).

Appreciative list of music I've been getting excited by...


What can say about this band accept I've spent a unhealthy amount of time listening to the album Give you the Ghost on repeat, it's the crack I've been searching for.
From June 12, 2012

Peaking Lights

Am I allowed to say I hijacked this album from the Crack Contributors Group (a secret facebook group, invite only) where music aficionados flex their muscle and vie for the best album reviews and gigs, its heady stuff.  Anyway the new album entitled Lucifer is available for streaming, its pretty sexy, have a listen. Hmm it appears I actually have Peaking Lights 936, funny how that works. 

Thee Satisfaction

Sexed up Jill Scott philly soul inspired hotness, smooth sassy and addictive Sunday party tunes. Thank you to Joseph Hodgkinson for pointing me in the right direction.


Ah man how do all these young boys do it! Yet another talented new garage/post dubstep producer, I loved 2 step the first time round, yet now its even more stripped down and beautifully arranged, looking forward to hearing him live this summer, still kicking myself about Field Day. Big up to Luc Le Corre, who reps this dude as much as me.

Wooden Shjips

New album West came out whilst I was away, they had fallen to the bottom of my playlist pile yet suddenly they seem so relevant and sexy, the yearning voice, the atmospheric garage guitars, I'm heading out on a journey, I may be a while.

Zak Matic

Via Kesh's blog, (her productivity is quite addictive, a great example of self promotion), he is the champion of Rap House, kinda like a modern version of booty bass, great for working to, clicks improve somewhat.

Nebulae (zAK-MATIC Remix)

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Buddy Guy to play Melbourne

Composed yet effervescent blues player, Buddy Guy with polka dot guitar accoutrement is set to play Melbourne this April. I'm not entirely sure whether I'll still be on upside down soil, but if I am, might be a good time to catch the 75 year old from Louisiana ripping it up. I first caught sight of him on a 30 ft x 70 ft cinema screen as we sat on bad seats with a sneaky bottle of wine in hand, he was destroying (in a positive way) the Rolling Stones track, Champagne & Reefer.  Martin Scorsese's documentary Shine a Light was playing, it charted the Rolling Stones "A Bigger Bang" Tour featuring the 1972 album Exile on Main Street.  As we left the darkness, bottle empty, spirits high, with buzz akin to having just exited a concert, something felt different, a memory pin had been dropped on my life map.  There were other great performances Jack White was soft and endearing, the sheer energy of Mick and character of Keith & Co was admirable, yet Buddy was something new and old rolled into one, his was a stand out performance . The Stones celebrate their 50th anniversary next year, lets hope the draw Buddy back into the fold, if not I pray I'm here in the Palais Theatre on the 3rd April when the lights go up.

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

in AW(M)E...

I'm in my bed with PFD (post festival depression) even a fancy dinner at Coda tonight wasn't able to revive my dampened demeanor.  Its a serious combination of crashes, excitement, adrenalin, champagne, late nights, early mornings, sugar and fantastically mesmerising loud music. The past four days have been an overload on the senses, its difficult to take stock of everything I've seen, heard and felt. I wandered around freely with my Media pass (Hi, my names Media, whats your name?) booze brimming networking events where the fizzy white and rock oysters appeared about my person, rubbing shoulders with Programme Directors from Glastonbury, Roskilde, Fuji Rocks (to name but a few). Lounging on plush seats in the Arts Centre as the intoxicating sounds of 70s golden age Ethiopia wash over me, Mulatu Astatke working his magic. Skanking away to Mad Professor as Irration Steppas get involved in the DJ booth. Being utterly blown away by the majestic voices of The Congos as they perform Heart of the Congos their seminal album produced by Lee Scratch Perry, this is their first time in Australia and I'm back stage saying hello in a cloud of Jah inspired smoke.  In short my life is wonderful but nothing I can do right now is going to top the last 96 hours of my life. AWME thank you very much indeed, it was a pleasure working with you, working for you, running around, tweeting, blogging, facebooking, editing, uploading and of course schmoozing. I am going to watch a film now, perhaps Wah Do Dem?

Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Mornington Island Dancers

Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Noriko Tandano

Photograph © Marie Muggivan - Graveyard Train

Photograph © James Henry - Mad Professor

Photograph © James Henry - Public Opinion Afro Orchestra

Photograph © James Henry - Lotek

Photograph © James Henry 

Photograph © Marie Muggivan

Monday, 21 November 2011



Thrill the World zombies race to their starting point an unauthorised underground carpark used in Mad Max belonging to the University of Melbourne

Sunday, 20 November 2011


DIY studio party with live performance and exhibition, Fitzroy

Friday, 18 November 2011

Melbourne is packed full of back street warehouses bursting with creative exploration and DIY events.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Summer shines down

What better way to spend a Saturday morning than at the beach, we headed off early to beat the crowds and arrived in time for a breakfast of Champagne and strawberries on the shore. Once the masses arrived, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the sun and the scenery we headed off to a gay union in Fitzroy Gardens. What greeted us were flamingos, dolphins, dogs in tutu's and all manner of campness and frivolity. It was shaping up to a be a perfect day, I delighted in the trail around the park, the pauses for song, quizes, high jump and high jinks allowed the bubbles to fizz in my head and the conversation to flow. Australian's certainly know how to throw a party...

Black Rock Beach   The calmness before the masses arrive - we left as the beach was becoming overwhelming   My infatuation with the cars of Melbourne continues...   The flamingo and the unicorn.   Much campness in the park
Two hot dolphins

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Carnivale time @ Edinburgh Gardens

Two carnival leftovers from The Village

Edinburgh Gardens in North Fitzroy is the epicentre of Melbourne park life, I guess I would dare refer to it as the London Fields of Melbourne. It has the drinking, bike flexing, costume wearing elements, yet with less aggro and more sunshine, plus the toilets are safe and just about clean enough to use. I have already spent several sunny days lazing on a picnic blanket consuming alcohol and various chips and dips. Last weekend it was home to The Village a wonderful carnival, gypsy style with polka bands with many a waistcoat and moustache on display. I look forward to more impromptu events and gatherings ahead.

Friday, 11 November 2011

Harvest time

Off to the Gathering in Werribee Park today, along with the rest of Melbourne, its a joyous day with a clear skies and sunshine forecast, I felt the twinge of home when I gazed at the line up, Portishead are headliners, Bristol massive. Other performers include TV on the Radio, Clap Hands Say Yeah, Trojan Soundsystem, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble and The Flaming Lips...

Thursday, 10 November 2011

One door closes, four doors open...

me @ Dark Horse Experiment, Australian's are very trusting with their expensive IT Consumables

I met up with a friend fresh off the boat from London for an evening in Melbourne. Having just arrived in Australia with his boyfriend and contemplating where to call home for the foreseeable future - Melbourne or Sydney.  My own decision was a relatively simple analysis - the amount of interesting people I encountered whilst wandering the streets. Which of course was Melbourne, rich in ethnic diversity, fashion identity, musical individuality and pretty trams.  However as my companion pointed out (something he wasn't prepared for) was Sydney's WOW factor, skyline, beaches, great weather and a capital city feel.  Add to that the thriving magazine and fashion industry Sydney on first inspection was out shining Melbourne!

Sydney folk are very complimentary about Melbourne, they love the food, music and fashion, however the reverse is less generally less favourable with Melburnian's regarding there big brother as brash, in-your-face and money orientated, perhaps a touch of sibling rivalry.

To appreciate what Melbourne has to offer, requires more than a tram ride around the city, it reveals itself to you slowly, work and time are required to fully enjoy the fruits, there are hidden bars, cafe's and parks tucked away in the northern suburbs that offer something different. A bike ride along Merri Creek, will take you to Collingwood City Farm, where you can observe the peacock's fighting it out in the trees.  A grey winter is peppered with an impressive array of festivals, comedy, music, film, human rights, or a human rights comedy, music, film, festival.

To fly the relatively impartial flag (I have no loyalty to Melbourne or Sydney at this stage) an adventure to unearth the merits of Melbourne was in order.  With that in mind we embarked on a Thursday evening gallery hop, one of the great plus points of Melbourne is the burgeoning art scene both disparate and plentiful, there were eight galleries I knew of with openings that evening - we opted for four in the CBD all within walking/tram jumping distance.
The first, Flinders Lane Gallery, is a slick and rather affectionate money operation, the atmosphere both hospitable and gracious, there is nothing more awful than walking into a fancy gallery and being given the death stare of rejection. Okay you can't afford the art, but you're civilised and educated enough to appreciate it, plus you probably bring the 'credibility' factor up a little. As we drank the complimentary wine (best wine of the evening) and if nibbled on the remaining strawberries from the cheese platter, we engaged in conversation with one of the gallery representatives, the works in the main room had sold out all bar two. William Breen's oil on linen paintings were enticingly nostalgic yet modern depictions of Melbourne.  These candid still lives captured the more edgier side of Fitzroy, Collingwood and Northcote in an endearing light and fitted perfectly into any design based environment. I was impressed by the tones and use of shadow and wondered if my home might one day be captured in the same way. The side room was home to industrial sculptures, less accessible, Scott remarked they 'belonged in the lobby of a large corporation', perhaps a mining one? Anyway we were less enthused and headed onwards.

William Breen at Flinders Lane Gallery
  William Breen at Flinders Lane Gallery William Breen at Flinders Lane Gallery
We were lucky enough to be shown paintings by William Breen from a previous exhibition. 
Up seven floors of the Nicholas Building sits Blindside Gallery, an artist run space, it has the worst and most expensive wine on offer, last time I was there I actually laughed at how bad the wine (and art) was. This time the wine was as bad as I remembered, yet the art had improved slightly, still conceptual, the back room displayed work inspired by an essay written by an Academic who I've witnessed in a pool of vomit one drunken evening.  It was a mix up of kryptonite and power lines, perhaps I should get round to reading the essay, however if the paintings by Piers Greville are anything to go by, I'm sensing it will be a tale of pre-apocalyptic meltdown. We gagged our wine down, engaged in pleasantries and moved on.

Piers Greville at Blindside Gallery
Next was a most unfriendly bunch, unhindered by the energies in the room, it was interesting to gauge how different each venue and crowd was. If I could equate the audience to a certain social set, it would be a brief period of severe insecurity when realising art school was about who could out cool each other, not through style but sheer intimidation and pretentious demeanour. The gallery, Daine Singer was cute and hospitable paintings by Sean Bailey were small and abstract in form, colour blocking and without context left me underwhelmed. A respite came in a trip to the toilet, we had to be escorted through the architecture studio upstairs, lots of fancy apples and high ceilings, swish.

Sean Bailey at Diane Singer

Sean Bailey at Diane Singer
Our last stop ended on a high, Dark Horse Experiment gallery home to a solid selection of medium to large scale figurative paintings by Adrian Doyle with decorative abstract fills - a modern day Klimt, the owner dressed in skinny leather tie was masquerading as a waiter, interacting with his clientele and creating an inclusive vibe. We were lead through a door into a large collaborative open studios, with music playing and around each desk were people encouraging you to observe their work, they are hosting a full on party on the 23rd December, so watch this space for details.

Adrian Doyle @ Dark Horse Experiment

Adrian Doyle @ Dark Horse Experiment

Adrian Doyle @ Dark Horse Experiment

Open Studios @ Dark Horse Experiment

 Open Studios @ Dark Horse Experiment

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

From Bristol with Love - Photographer, Kai _ Safe Harbour

Tall, bearded and built like an ox, Kai Murphy’s intimidating silhouette juxtaposes his soft demeanor and philosophical attitude. A photographer in the traditional sense he opts for film over digital on most occasions. Sourcing old, often expired films donated by friends, scavenged from ships, junk shops and car boot sales. When successful this game of film roulette produces a whimsical nostalgia not matched in the apps of the iphone 4s. His subject matter is often linked to very personal associations of romance, people and places. Seeking out the new, his work documents a journey from initial meeting to a more developed perspective as the relationship progresses.

What I liked about Kai was his delicate nature and the energy and passion bursting out of him when he spoke of his work. He really believed in what he was doing, and went about it in a calm, organic way. Originally from he countryside he grew up on the river in a houseboat close to the border of three counties near to where Kate Moss now resides.


Martina Randles: You cite yourself as an absorber of cultures, what does this mean?
Kai Murphy:
It means I can’t stop thinking about everything that I don’t know. My Granddad told me an amazing thing once “Those who don’t know history are deemed to repeat it”, I think about this all the time.

Martina Randles: What inspires you to take pictures?
Kai Murphy:
The same feeling that you get when you hear an amazing piece of music… something just clicks, your gut rolls over and away you go.

Martina Randles: How many cameras do you have?
Kai Murphy:
I own about 40 cameras, not all are working. My favorite camera to use is my Adox Sport 6x9. The oldest camera I own is also the biggest a Hunter Penrose process camera from 1893, I’m still looking for a decent wheelbarrow to transport it.

Martina Randles: What's better film or digital?
Kai Murphy:
Its not a case of which is better, its more a case of whichever you prefer to use. When I get my hands on a friend’s digital camera I’m like a kid in a sweet shop, I can’t stop pushing the buttons. I’ll take a thousand pictures in one fell swoop. When I use film I am much more aware of the situations I get myself into, and the environment around me. I owned a digital camera once; it cost me about £150 it broke after a couple of months. I bought a 1967 Olympus Trip from a charity shop recently for £5 its still working today. I think it’s whatever floats your boat… film floats mine.

Martina Randles: Why did you decide to go to India, to you find yourself?
Kai Murphy:
I have never had any intentions to find myself; I think if I ever did I would end up in a feedback loop of doom. I enjoy finding other people. I ended up in India because I was jealous of my girlfriend who had just bought tickets to go. I had just packed in my editing job and decided to join her - then discovered she was trying to get away from me.

Martina Randles: Have you ever been blown away by a photograph?
Kai Murphy:
My friend Tom Mead took a great picture of a goat in China.

Martina Randles: You were a film maker before photography, how was that?
Kai Murphy: The film industry is fucking horrible yet it is utterly addictive chasing a dream, you discover you didn’t really know what the dream entailed - it becomes an endurance test.

Martina Randles: What are the differences?
Kai Murphy: To me photography and filmmaking are the same thing. I love to tell stories and to understand the natural narratives and rhythms that are happening all around us. A photograph is a film but with no exposition.

Martina Randles: What's Bristol saying?
Kai Murphy: Bristol is saying grab me by the balls or I’ll kick you in the ass.

Martina Randles: Where do you plan to take your work? 
Kai Murphy: Well I just took it to the Dollar Street Gallery, but anywhere in the public eye is great. This year my goal is to make a book and have my cameras pay the rent.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Magical White Rabbit

Wow, the White Rabbit gallery home to contemporary Chinese art took my breath away, on route to the airport post late lunch we took a detour to what I initially thought would be a shoe box sized gallery. Down an unassuming side street the glass paneled doors opened into a spacious four floored building home to painting, photography and sculpture. The works posed important questions about the world we inhabit and where we they human race is headed. I was overjoyed to find art which surprised and delighted.  Most striking were the images of an overweight panda, rabbit and dear, each plonked in the middle of their own painting surrounded by broken down apartment blocks; large scale illustrations of humans hung alongside animal carcass; giant tree sculpture and Ai Weiwei's path of porcelain puddles. I wish I'd had more time, instead of a whistle stop tour I plan to return for a second visit, the array of Chinese teas in the cafe was enticing enough to tempt me back.

Liu Di's surreal photographs of gigantic animals squatting in suburbia
Black and white painting, giving an almost photograph feel

Easy to get lost amongst the sea of sculptures

Current photographs of Burmese prison camps by Lu Nan