Willoughby — Throwing cards down on the table always felt like love. He’d learnt the pleasure as a kid, eyes barely breaching the table top, sweat from the day’s toil swimming amongst cigarette fumes, paint-stripper wine, cries and interjections, the tally of points. He didn’t care then that he didn’t properly understand, he just loved watching shapes slapped down and swept away. Clubs, coins, cups, blades. T...
Sydney — Temporality defines preciousness. What can be lost are always what we cherish the most. It’s because of this, that I find it difficult deleting photos from my collections: no matter how flawed they ma...
Sydney — Granted it’s not a vacation, actually here for a conference, but still really excited to see this city. Arrived at our hotel around 10pm and I couldn’t resist ordering room service on the company’s di...
Gordon — There was an art to evasion, to plying a presence within a presence (or outside of it) unseen. Multiple selves, multiple lives, fractious and hybrid, not exactly bad (looking back now), but not a way ...
I am here now, might as well make some music.
Finally made it into Sydney. It's been 3 months since I arrived Down Under, and now I've made my first trip outside of Victoria.
Queen and Mother and Fatherland and Country
Shipped Home
The Sweep