Twist Now.

I love this girl for more than her change from blonde to red hair. She's a little bit beyond brilliant. She's my Jesus. 

Promise me you'll go away and twist now. 

Man or the Moustache?

So moustaches are back in-apparently. According to the paths of Cuba St and staff at Dukes anyway...I'm not going to lie however, whilst sitting in the Dukes courtyard in the early hours of what was by that stage Saturday morning, I couldn't help but admire the moustache man waiting on us...something quirky. Something delightfully fun. They are far too unattractive to be deemed good looking surely...they're more...a little bit wonderful. Yes? Then again Rhett Butler sure makes me swoon if any a man does... hmmm...

Oh to be young...

Stay in Sunday.

Oh Sunday, please stay forever.

Issue your Life with T-Squat.

 "Much like my room is nothing like Pride Rock, Melbourne is nothing like a box of chocolates - but it's exactly like a awesome city full of really motivated, talented creatives who can see the value in collaboration and are happy to sacrifice a single spotlight to help others and grow collectively."- James Watkins

I was very excited to be contacted by T-Squat to say the least. A Melbourne based limewire of writers, artists, photographers, poets and musicians full of talent from this place called the world. 

This here is James Watkins, who is one of our own, a kiwi creative who literally lives in their warehouse headquaters. I purely like him for his interuption of an interview with Dancing Heals in reference to txting after a date; 

Dan: Yeah it's a tough one, you gotta act cool.

James: Nah fuck it. I need a shower (wanders off)

Josh: Shower? What? Does he live here?

Matt: Yeah he lives up there (I point to a loft room attached to the top corner of our warehouse)

Dan/Josh: No way! That is so wicked.

I have no expectations dot com

Dancing Heals                                                 Love her outfits...

So with all dedication to the squatters at T-Squat who make artistic exposure a world of its own, I encourage you to make each of their issues a part of your life. 

T-SQUAT.

Click on any of the pictures to find their links.

Rely on a Rabbit.

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"Pooh." said Rabbit kindly,
"you haven't any brain."

"I know." said Pooh humbly.

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.

"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."

Catch.

Instant pleasures.

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

Waist not, Want Lots.

Wolves, coffee, magazines and pencils.

Ania B

Sometimes, it's a little bit lovely to be lost in your own world.  My world would consist of the wolves, coffee, magazines and lead pencils. 

Oh, and my big white bed of course.

Draw For Four.

I just love it when people take their wonderfulness and put it out in the world. These pictures above are getting sold by a recently graduated Wellingtonian who is clearly in desperate need for $$ given the lack of jobs being offered in this world...So these pictures, on request, are being sold for $4. I just ordered a unicorn. Let me know if you would like a drawing. Email me and I can forward you onto the lovely creature herself. 

Alternatively you can contact her via her tmblr by clicking above...

Find the Velvet Dress.

Once upon a time/this Saturday been, Jane went to a wonderful 21st.

At the party, she notices a girl wearing an amazing deep blue velvet dress. It was truly amazing. 

Alas, with an admiring glance into this girl's wonderful disposition, Jane forgets the face, never finds the name and instead remembers her as 'The Girl in The Velvet Dress'...

 Today at uni however... whilst waiting outside her  tutorial room, a lovely girl with a wonderful style sits next to Jane. She introduces herself.

With polite introductions over and new acquaintance bonding success, she says to Jane,

"Did you by any chance go to Vicky's party in the weekend"

and with those words, Jane took a second glance...

"you're the girl with the velvet dress"...

The End.