Monday, August 27, 2012

Admire this work immensely ::: Dina Goldstein & Disney

Disney never looked so good..

 Goldstein explores the feminine mystique like no other her incisive cynicism and wit makes her a woman after my own heart.


An interesting and cutting exploration of the femme myth.

Quite biting.

Lucky for me I never entertained the idea of the saccharine frothy ideal.

Sunday, August 19, 2012


Cicciolina Porn Star to Italian Political Party
The Cult of Personality...

Q:What do you do with a personality that's larger than life? A:Make it a cult.

Some personalities just are.
They are not refined of honed they exist. They may pre exist in some raw form early on and then develop into something more intense and consistent becoming more like a brand.

Nicki Minaj
Lady Gaga
Forest Gump - he had one.

The Kennedys
Frank Sinatra
Mick Jagger and his swagger
Justin Beiber - I have seen no evidence of it yet...but I hear he can sing.

Amy Winehouse
Janice Joplin
You need personality to rock this at 60+!
Karl Largerfeild

Big fat flying looping swooping buzzing pervasive personalities that fill up a room. Their own self, in essence their brand - BOOM! The individuals energy fills every crevice of the room every atom of some brains, people want it like it, emulate and loathe it. The populous pay homage to it, the -insert name here- brand whips itself into a potent froth. Its interesting isn't it the power and cult of personality it resonates around us on so many levels.

SO where does it all begin?

I believe its innate - god given. Intrinsic. There since childhood which none of us get to escape.

Like a smack of intense weather the brand of cult personality can colour your world. The public likes to identify with, attach themselves and align their life with the personality brand a la 'Leave Brittany Alone' clip. She aches I ache. Her success is my success. Her pain is my pain "Oh lets all have a come back tour"

A positioning statement is esoterically attained.

Think Elvis Presley. His brand and cult are posthumously maintained personally by the masses and by the media. His name contains a unique yet consistent frame of reference for everyone familiar with his brand and name.
In this clip personality and charisma ooze all over us and is impossible to resist.

Micheal Jackson the brand will live forever due to the personality and talent he had.

Marketing is a strange phenomenon and what sells and works can be irrefutably absurd. Take a hefty blokey man put him in blue sequins and get him to sing Disco and you have a classic number one hit single by none other than DIVINE. Sheer force of personality and correct timing = universally popular. It sells with conviction.

Wear your brand

your personality

your integrity and your power well

do not abuse inflict or embellish it

just be it.

Be a little Cicciolina, Karl, Divine, Elvis and carve out your own unique life.

Just be you while you do your stuff.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

::: Huon Me and a Cradle Makes Three :::

So the 2nd half of the Tasmania stay...

I am no nature freak - but I do regard animals and nature as having more rights than us mere humans. We continue to stuff things up, destroy, pillage and descimate, I respect nature but thought I was far from the outdoorsy type.

I had been told Cradle Mountain was quite beautiful and saw an image of a friend high in the trees enjoying an 'airwalk' and thought I'd like to try that.

Bumbled around online and fluked out big time!
Lets start with the Lodge. Chevy Chase himself could have had an American Vacation in this one was the A-typical uber lodge. Heaven kitsch yet modern enough, seriously I was going to don walking shoes like giant tennis racquets and don a fur hat.

The lodge was timber goodness surrounded by blissful nature and a beautiful array of small animals flittered about almost on cue. It was the Truman Show in Oz. I ate breakfast while watching a Platypus flit and start breaking the mirror like finish of the pond it lives in. Shy wombats waited like fat old men, gentile and timorous almost polite deciding who should cross the path first he or I.

I immediately fell in love.

This was behind the cabin...
Beyond beautiful.
This image was taken near Cradle mountain just phenomenal. These are test shots for a later shoot.

I am so happy with these next images that reflect the changing light as I approached Cradle Mountain and the lodge, I stopped and snapped them from the side of the road and caught all of this within 5 minutes! Light was fading and changing like I'd never seen before.

Spent a mid morning discovering the Huon River which is closer to Hobart - a bewilderment of astonishing beauty. Drove along a road practically being licked by the Huon river an incredible experience. The fog was so dense at midday you could barely make out the water in this image, it later lifted to the clearest day.

I want to go back and experience the place in every season. 
Tasmania huh who knew!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


I have been away. A long over due short respite.

Never had the inking to go there before but the news of the 'new' and incredible gallery had me convinced I should see this back water that feels like a a backyard (over some water) to Melbourne. I would have previously typified it as a quaint and humble country style get away.

Reluctantly I booked flights to Tasmania and back - Hobart to be precise. Destination MONA Museum of Old and New Art. While I was going to be in the Apple Isle I had heard Cradle Mountain was quite good to, so I booked two nights at the Cradle Mountain Lodge. I had no expectation and am usually up for a bit of the unknown.

Well %$#@ me!

I was totally surprised by the Architecture in Hobart - they have keep everything that most cities have torn down. Such a conglomeration beautifully kept, the streets are clean and the air so crisp it snap froze my checks - all four of them to a beautiful pink glow!

There were a few stand outs for me, one of which was this amazing orange monolith. 
Exquisite Tangerine Excellence!

I  am guessing this glass beauty is anywhere from '63 to '68. 

I was pleased to see great examples of Brutalist Architecture around the harbor, this is the Hobart Hospital. 
Brilliant glass and textured cement towers.

This too caught my eye, had I had more time I would have delved more into the history and use of these buildings, my snap shots for now must suffice. Love the sweeping curvaceousness of this and the dynamism of the lines as your eyes cast across those very sensuous lines.

Now this is just chunky waffle goodness, magnificent in its hollow exterior and the step effect interplay of the planes this seriously impresses me.

As I headed to see the reason for my Tassie Visit I was able to spy this inter-fold facade of cleverness with tight bold exacting boxes jutting out - as someone who thoroughly enjoys form these buildings delighted me. Some women love shoes, some are stimulated by precious stones and meaningless jewelry not me this stuff does it for me tenfold it sets of all kinds off buttons and triggers...
So then I headed on to...

I understand why people don't say much about their visits there it really must be experienced. Here are some images to incite you to simply go. These images are pretty much just the walls...its as sexy as hell in there!

 Oh the textures most of this place is subterranean literally...
 Aquatic Instillation Art!

Ok so I do like these shoes and they were surprisingly comfortable...give yourself at least 4 hours at Mona. I am itching to return, there are some sexual pieces but it is not grotesque nor is it overly confronting. The amazing this is the diversity of the museum and it is simply one mans collection of art, it is not thematic nor is it curatorially edited, it is diverse impressive and compelling. Hats of to Mr David Walsh the owner and founder. It houses a crypt and you can be entombed after cremation and be there in spirit for eternity. It certainly brings a new meaning to the expression 'Art to Die For'.

Stay tuned for Tassie part 2...I had an outdoor adventure! 
Meanwhile get your toush to tassie. 
Air kisses and love babies!