crushed veneer

Freunde von Freunden

From where I should be.

stream; three

When it had all finished and everything was closed and there were no words left, the time came when you realised that all this time spent in fear and worry was actually you alive and feeling and real, trying as hard as you could with everything you had, all that you had; and now the warmth in your heart that had encased you for all this time was lifting, the one that you thought would never leave was covered in bittersweet, returning to the place where you existed before all of this and you can’t even remember where it was but it was somewhere, and so all of it was falling out of your fingers and the washing, uncontrolled, around you ached and ached; but it wasn’t out of choice, this throbbing release, it was because the eagerness of it had melted away, and if only for a moment it felt like when the seasons changed this time last year, when the yearning and the hunger and the spark was slow and steady, but now it was different; and at once the fear and the worry was still there but it had changed, of knowing what wasn’t yours anymore and of the idea that used to be there, the one that you thought you finally understood but wasn’t allowed to consume you anymore, no matter how much you wanted it to stay and keep you safe; and now the freeze was real and it was true and it was nothing you’d ever felt before and your head was more clouded than ever, your limbs just longing for it to end but wanting to hold everything and keep time still.

Quiet intimacies

2 and 4 Sara Orme

3 and 5 Michael Longton

When the blind was lifted everything was illuminated, your bones were warm and it felt like those Autumn afternoons you spent alone staring into the dappled sun with wool around your ears as the wind smoothed all the lines on your face. But now it was different, it was still here but it was different and it was loose, the warmth was genuine and no matter how scared you were of it leaving it was taking over your insides with all it had, everything it had. And the wind had returned and it was raw, the promise of beginning again and the lines smoothed on your face.

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I'm being eaten by essays and my research project and other writing and this has been waiting in the corner for my attention, bare with me.  I'm slowly finishing roles of film and drawing things in my mind and spending time with creative people in between and it's exciting and inspiring and I'm learning more and more all the time.  Sometimes it's quiet and it's solitary but it's a little bundle of new things and it's all good.

Lackluster escapes

1 Alice McCall

2 and 3 Bassike

4 Flannel

5 Kirrily Johnson

All photos Style Hunter

Runway Six on Wednesday night of the L'Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival, sponsored by Madison, featured the likes of Alice McCall, Bassike, Flannel, Kirrily Johnston, Life With Bird, Lisa Ho and Morrison.  A somewhat modern selection of looks, the expected exuberance of evening pieces that so often smatter runway shows was overwhelming replaced by minimal daywear.  Despite the opportunity to exhibit elevated looks in the face of a national culture that is resoundingly casual, Runway Six was largely unexciting.

Alice McCall's trademark cut-out detailing was well out in force, and Lisa Ho presented the audience with printed, geometric alternatives to her legendary evening wear.  Both Flannel and Kirrily Johnston, while both possessing their own distinctive styles, merged into forgettable presentations. Although able to pinpoint what their customers want, neither exhibited the revolution or excitement often associated with the change of season or trends.

The stand out of the night however was Bassike's elevated interpretation of basics, which were simply understatedly polished and perfect in structure. Cropped pants and shaped blazers, separate and together, achieved a carefully considered look.  While the uneducated might argue the label goes against the experimental role of the industry all together, Bassike's achievement sits in their ability to reinterpret classics while still retaining their quintessential value.  

Colour-blocking's transition to the head saw models also play with two-tone ponytails, slicked back in a meticulous colour gradient which was distinctive and beautiful.

Perhaps curated to appeal to the everyday consumer in a challenging time for fashion retail, or simply reflecting the intent of designers in a minor misstep, Runway Six was underwhelming.  The allure of the industry and the quality of garments was still there, but the passion and the excitement was not.

stream; two

You don’t know what’s made you question it but it’s there and you’re real, sitting alone and silent as the train cracks towards its destination, your mind and its thoughts lost as quickly as you think you’ve finally captured it all; so it escapes and you can't hold it all because there’s too much to contemplate and you’re racing away within yourself, the scuffed floor filling with your secrets as they pour from your heart, the one that always questions its beat but still loops itself in you; something you can’t even understand but know, or maybe hope, that everyone else feels it at least once inside their breaths, of human emotion and sufficiency; of that time you spent sitting motionless with your head gently tilted towards the stars despite the company, and how when his eyelashes awakened the back of your neck it was all untouchable and you couldn’t stop any of it even if you wanted to, because you were real and you were there, as one, safe despite the day slowly fracturing it; and now you were here, divided, questioning it out of fear or sentiment or the looping thud or something, anything, to convince you that you’re all okay and it’s normal, you’re real, the train cracking down the line, tearing you apart with it.

February 2012.