Wednesday 30 September 2009

Pen to paper


Drawing again, hot damn! That's right, no more talk, actually drawing. There's Burlesque life drawing night at a bar on Fitzroy Street, every Wednesday, that will set you back $15 for a pot of beer, drawing materials and a naked lady with assorted nipple adornments. Steal! You win more beer if your drawings wow & get a chance to showcase and sell your collective output at the end of the 10 week course. There are some truly frightening leftovers of the last time's participant offerings still displayed on the venue's walls, unsold. I doubt even their own loving mother's would shell out $20 to support such visual abortions. One can only hope the process was cathartic for them.

I want some nipple tassels.

Also attention grabbing today:

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(Don't watch if you're jitterish/epileptic.)

My boy made me brekie today. We were late for school again.

Sunday 27 September 2009

Please



http://www.savevca.org/

Theme = Cupcakes


p r e t t y


Clip I made last late semester for the twee Animation Club at Loop bar. We didn't win the cupcakes/resounding supremacy over other animations entailing cutiepie animals disfiguring each other with guns.
Thus, was a bit bolox overall but, onwards and upwards! 
Check out the local talent that provided the tune.

He digitized her is all.



  • About to edit for a month solid. Gush.
  • My boy looks mean in leather.
  • Finally saw Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN oh, 8 years late. I'm sorry I missed the party for so long. Sun drenched hypnosis. Gorgeous.
  • Seeing family friends for dins dins at Mess Hall makes me miss Mama. Are there any robins in this country? 
They need importing.

Saturday 19 September 2009

Now that nobody's looking



I loved this film, bar the final mawkish line. Maybe the rest was just as bad and I just related to it too much to nit pick the faults. Surely we can all agree that the depressing movie post-break up pastiche sequence was fucking wonderful.

Tity Bits:
  • Making films with a head held high for the first time...ever? Latest took place down on a beach with a lot of gale force winds and long nights of drinking at Jan Juc caravan park. It's a "psychological potboiler." Ha.

Back on.