Born and raised in suburbia, on the north shore of Sydney, Australia. Last time I checked I looked like this. My name is Andrew, say hello.
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Emma
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Jessica
Joshua
Lina
Marilag
Pedro
Putri
Rose
Side-line Project
Jean-zine: For the love of Denim
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I was wrong, there are two photos from the festival. My friend was preforming with her poi for kicks. I was just suprised to see her there but I was also looking for friends amongst the crowd, something I seem to spend a fair bit of time doing at these things.
For those who don’t know what poi is, it’s the Mauri art of swinging ball/s attatched to string or rope. Some of you might think “ha, balls” however there are many variations and fire twirling is one less mentally hilarious version.
The only photo we took from the Newtown Festival. The first beer of the morning and my ridiculously brick-like, non-iPhone phone. Boycotting the whole iPhone phase untill there’s a practical use. Ironically, the photo was taken on my friend’s iPhone.
You can almost see my dirty Movember-stache coming through.
One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
GPOY: Races
Pre-shaved head, which lasted for about one and a half years. Melbourne Cup is about to/already has come to pass. I wouldn’t actually know because I’m not going (that’s how my memory works), but here’s a picture of me from when I did go to the races.
Gpoy: Seething Face
We’re not great photographers, but we do like to kick it in the studio on occation. And when we do we like taking blurry photos. *sigh*
We take bushwalks in the winter.
Photograph By R. Bruce
Lucas at the mirror shots again, while I kicked back and enjoyed my beverage.
I’m with the abstract on this; drink while given the opportunity. The host’s parental was actually still home to check up on us, but was happy to converse with us (as opposed to shutting us up). Thanks Merrill.
Killing time drinking wine and flicking magazines / Drinking warm chardonnay with a woodstock chaser. Some how I feel like I’m part of a Soft Tigers’ song.
Pre-drinks at Rose’s pad was fun. Sorry if you didn’t want your room plastered across my tumblr, it’s too late now. I’ve got a *beboo-roll of photos going on because there were so many photos available. Consequently, they all have my rotten mug, with more to come as the photos unravel on fbook.
If you take a moment to observe the room you can see what I would call the Wall of Radness. We were in a sweet position to use the wardrobe mirror to reveal the rest of the room. Yeah, I did say radness as in shortern form of radical; I am Milhouse without the funny but awkward undertone.
*As far as I know, beboo is the only one who’ll will have an unravelling roll of photo posts, displaying (mostly) her and her day in no specific manner. 4 photos is totally enough to describe a roll of photo post.
Rose’s 21st celebration involved a lot of dog ears. Ash and I participating. Yes, our ears touched; so now I have rabies, and possibly an overly protective boyfriend giving me evils from where ever he was that night.
The night was grand and full of “babs”.
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