Wednesday, May 30, 2012

I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee

Below are some selected pictures from my trip thus far. I've learnt to navigate New York City by myself on the Subway, and catch cabs and hail them too, and tip the right amount of money and everything. I feel surprisingly confident with getting around. Today on the train to Boston I listened to all my traveling 'freight train blues' songs, and looked out the window at Harlem and the Bronx. On Saturday I feel I'm going back to Massachusetts.

At the top of the stairs to the 'Upper East Side' apartment in New York that I temporarily have called home

This is my favourite American guy so far
A very Wizard of Oz field of Poppies in Connecticut
I GOT A YALE 'SWEATER'
Annie Hall creature comfort on the plane



Rooftop at the MET
Me, (Forever alone) and couple in mirror
Rooftop at the MET
So corny, but it had to be done. Strawberry fields forever

Monday, May 28, 2012

Ballad of a Thin Man

Here's an update from Starbucks at the corner of Lexington and 96th... I'm at here solely because of internet access, for the record. I am just about to take a walk to Central Park, it's a beautiful but humid morning. Yesterday I went thrifting and to a flea market with Emma Orlow from the Emma Edition which was so lovely, I bought some INCREDIBLE earrings that are in the shape of two eyes, that have some pretty intense diamontes in them as the pupils. I found some amazing pants with palm trees on them that didn't fit, which I was very disappointed about! Emma and I got iced teas and I heard all about her life growing up in NYC, which was so interesting! Very different from how I have grown up. Tomorrow I'm getting the train to Boston for my Aunty's wedding. This will be significantly more chilled out than New York City, perhaps. Below is a photograph of me looking a little humidity affected that Emma took in front of this Mike Brown esque mural in Astor Place. (Hey Louise, there are my blue converse - they've been walking the streets of New York City!)


Friday, May 25, 2012

The Great Leap




It is 1.25am. I just got home from a absolutely wonderful 'last night in Melbourne' (for like, two weeks, gimme a break..) But ah yeah patheticness aside it was amazing, I had my graduation ceremony this evening that gratuitously fell on the night before my 'big trip', and then afterwards when we'd ditched our robes all the amazing people I'm lucky enough to call my friends went out to a cocktail bar for Cheralyn's birthday, and I had expensive cocktails because I am already in holiday, 'spending money like it's going out of style' mode and it was so fun. It's T-minus 8 hours until I fly half way across the world and my bags are packed I'm ready to go I'm standin' here outside your door - I hate to wake you up to say goodbye... I'm feeling extra lilting because a lovely thing happened to me this evening, which makes me heart flare up again with the musty but not unfamiliar feeling of gladness.

I got home to a perfectly timed package from the Book Depository - 'Girls Like Us' a book that I should have read by now about Carole King and Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon. THE ULTIMATE. That's coming on the plane with my along with a new sketchbook and my toothbrush and stuff. I will be in New York tomorrow night at 9.30pm, just in time hopefully for a bite out to eat. The cocktails that I drunk tonight were called something like 'The Great Leap' which is precisely what is happening in my life right now, emotionally, physically, mentally, metaphorically.. so it was like so symbolic and stuff. Below is my tribute to Donna, New York is below her feet as it will soon be below mine.

I have to go to sleep now.


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

If I didn't tell her, I could leave today

My problem is that I lament the loss of something before it has even begun. It is a terrible affliction y'know. I am so aware of the tendency for things not to last forever, that before they even have the chance to fully form and breathe independently I am disregarding them, to soften the blow and to avoid getting hurt. One of the greatest anxieties of the human condition is that things can not and will not last forever.


This is a 'See ya later' playlist: http://www.mediafire.com/?c2brivtuy9nyo


1. Tin Man - America
2. California Dreaming - The Mamas and the Papas
3. Cold Mountain (B-Side-Single) - Pentangle
4. Different Drum - The Stone Poneys
5. The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) - Simon and Garfunkel
6. California - Joni Mitchell
 7. Please Come to Boston - Joan Baez
8. Way Over Yonder - Carole King


LOOKIN' FOR FUN AND FEELIN' GROOVY

Monday, May 21, 2012

We'd talk about it all knight long

Last night I had the most incredible dream that I think went all night, and it was so beautiful - I found three perfect butterflies on the ground, with lengthy, iridescent orange and blue wings. I was in a rambling woodland clearing and in amongst the mounds of long, soft yellowing grass was an overabundance of wild flowers and orchids. There were two little girls who were doing handstands over and over again which I'm sure has some profound symbolic significance that I am ignorant of. I was very far away from home and with a faceless someone who meant a lot to me. We were staying in a hotel I'd been in before. The space was one long, dank room that had bunk bed after bunk bed. The windows looked directly out onto a bustling alleyway and they had no curtains. Everyone could see inside our room. It was perpetually sunset in the woodland. In the hotel it was perpetually dark.


I do maintain it is terrifically boring when someone begins to relay to you a dream they have had. Also, it is tackless in a sense that you're practically wrapping up all your deepest psychological fears and desires and giving them to someone to do with what they wish. So I totally understand if you're yawning from the above paragraph. Sorry for putting you through that, and please don't use any of my perhaps now apparent weaknesses against me.


I'm leaving (God bless America) in T-minus three days. I am very unprepared! I didn't even have a suitcase until today. But it's okay. I'm just going to try and go with the flow a little y'know, I mean all I really have to do is get to the airport on Friday morning, it's not that hard. I have some American money now, how exciting! Also I'm supposed to be young and freewheelin' so like logistics are so irrelevant.


The market and movie night (knight) yesterday at Knight Street was really fun! I ended up giving a lot of my clothes to my friends rather than selling them which actually was heaps better. I just need to get rid of so much stuff. I think we are going to make the market thing happen like once a month, which will be amazing in terms of keeping my clothing ah *collection* under control and circulating more readily. I will definitely let you know a little more in advance when the next one will be. Thanks to everyone who came along! I only took one photo because I am hopeless. This is Louise and Luella and Jo's stall. It was totally the best one, I got the pair of pastel blue Converse shoes for walking around New York. Oh and hey look more pictures from my collaboration with Petra Collins: See the full series here: http://www.theardorous.com/portfolio/im-coming-out/







Saturday, May 19, 2012

Knight Street Market

Okay this is going to be a more eloquent reminder about Knight Street Market, at my friend's gallery in Footscray. This time I'll actually give the ADDRESS which is a really important thing when you want to go somewhere. It is at 61 Victoria Street Footscray, which you will find is literally one second from Middle Footscray station - so it's very easy to get to via public transport. I will be selling clothes that I am just about to lug on the train all the way over there. They're priced from $2 to $10 (One thing is $10) So very cheap! Other friends will be selling hand made jewelry, art stuff, *bric a brac* and lots of retro/second hands clothing. I have resigned myself to the fact that I am going to be late, but it starts at 10am. Forget the mental barrier you harbor about Footscray and come along. It's literally 10 minutes out of the city, hello!  http://www.facebook.com/events/279634498789156/


If that ain't incentive enough (my old clothes that is) we're having a *free* movie night after the market, starting at 6pm. See the below poster made by the amazing Cheralyn Lim:
Thank you for listening to my renentless plug - regular broadcasting will resume tomorrow.


Friday, May 18, 2012

Papa was a Rolling Stone, Mama developed a habit








'GOD BLESS THE CHIL' THAT'S GOT HIS OWN,'




Lee Miller in Hitler's bathtub


'That's got his own.'

I can rap whole Eminem songs which is so fun. My friends and I do it after a beer or four  with like rapping arm movements and bobbing heads and everything. Onlookers are never really impressed. Above is some pictures of stuff I got, an amazing 70s mini-dress (the one I'm wearing), that thing I'm holding up in the second photo is a real 1970s t-shirt, with a picture printed on the front of a couple lazing about in the woods or something. It is to die for. I also got a Led Zeppelin book from 1972 (It really was my day today!) that has the scores of songs in it on yellowed paper - Stairway to Heaven is in there with all the lyrics, my fav song for experiencing some kind of transcendental time via pop music. Um also I got like the best sunglasses ever, so appropriate for walking the streets of New York in spring ooohhh America is so close! I wanna get together the ultimate romantic wardrobe for my trip, like I want it to be perfectly 70s. Even though I am like a hoarder I really like the idea of living out of a suitcase because you can have like a really specific look and be really industrial when it comes to making outfits because you have less to work with. Some cool stuff can come out of that.

One would think that I would hold off buying clothes for a while before my trip but ultimately that isn't possible. If anything I'm buying more clothes because I want the perfect New York outfits. So silly. I also wanna get a really amazing retro suitcase but I just don't think that would be practical, no wheels up 7 flights of stairs you know. Oh to live entirely in my time warp... this is such a big post cause I've been hoarding images for a while, sorry, but I hope you enjoy it on this lonely Friday night - we have each other. X Minna.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Different Drum



This post is going to have lots of stuff in it but the most important thing is the above song, which has been on repeat in my life for the past two days, and I just love it so much right now for a reason I can't yet articulate. You know when you are on the train and another train is beside you going the other way, and you're not really sure if you are the train that is moving or if the other train is moving. Just like you can be not really sure exactly how another person is feeling, or what their next move will be. You can make an educated guess but it could go either way or reach either conclusion.


Anyway, other stuff. Tonight I was really excited because I went to a lecture at my Uni given by two of the founding members of the Guerrilla Girls, which was AMAZING, and made me feel *all* powerful and proud to be involved in ROOKIE, which I believe is a fantastic, constructive and creative platform for young women to learn about, well, being a young woman amidst a whole bunch of conflicting expectations and stuff. There is this one poster work by the Guerrilla Girls that I love, and it's called 'Top Ten Signs That You're An Art World Token' - one of the 'signs' is 'Whenever you open you mouth, it's assumed that you speak for 'your people' and not just yourself'.


I find this really poignant because since being involved in ROOKIE, there is this assumption that the artwork I make fits within a feminist dialogue and is *about* feminism. I find this frustrating exactly because of the above quote, I mean can't I be a woman and make art without it having to be about being a woman and making art, you know? I don't get that! People would never assume Rothko's paintings were about him bein' a Russian American man, OBVIOUSLY. I mean yes I'm making art for womankind, but I'm making it for mankind too - and for me feminism is about encouraging totally even ground. I'm making art for human kind, about whatever the hell I want it to be about goddammit! If that happens to be feminism, then power to you, as well as if it happens to be about whatever the hell you say it's about!


Ah, end rant. I hope I got my point across adequately. I love the 'F' word, obviously - just a little more fiercely than I did now after seeing the Guerrilla Girls.


The Poppy Family
Hannah Hoch


Monday, May 14, 2012

You ain't goin' nowhere



When I was younger my Dad would do this thing, albeit very rarely - when he would get up in the morning and while we were eating our cereal about to get ready for school he would theatrically declare it a 'public holiday' so we would get to take a day off and hang around home or go with Dad to work or something. I would jump around on the couch screaming with my sisters and be like "YEAH! WOO!" It was so fun. It doesn't happen anymore, obviously, but my friend Craig has this term called a 'Mental Health Day' which is kind of the same thing. I think I took a mental health day today, I still had to do work though given my last entry and my looming deadline so I alternated bursts of writing with a trip to the Op Shop and snack times (KIT KAT) and brief Youtube times (JOAN BAEZ).

I really needed today actually, to not talk to anyone and not wear anything special and not wash my hair and stuff, it was so great. My own company is far too satisfying, which could potentially turn me into a studio/bedroom/internet/op shop hermit in the future. I have to face the world tomorrow though and I do feel ready to do that which is great. In fact I'm even a little bored of my mental health day... hello..? Anyone?

Above is a retro jeans patch thing that I got today. It's so cool and frayed and stuff. Below also is a work that I collaborated on with Petra Collins, she took these amazing photographs for Rookie in April and I got to collage with them! So fun. The whole series is going up on the Ardorous very soon so keep a look out!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

There's no gold, I thought I'd warn ya

My beloved X


I've worked all weekend which is good because I'm rolling in the folding stuff $$ (ca-ching), and good as well because it kind of kept me occupied and away from particular thoughts of the anxious variety. I still haven't gotten around to writing my thesis. Funny that. I'm leaving for America in 11 days and I just counted to write it here, and I didn't realize it was so soon and I can't believe that. I have 11 days to write my 3000 word draft. Incredibly doable, yes, but days go by quite easily without me stringing together a single decent sentence. Also there's other matters to contend with like emotions and stuff, that I can't seem to figure out at the moment. I'm only going away for like 2 and a bit weeks but I'm in a mentality that my entire life or at least my year is divided into pre going away and post going away. The entry I wrote a couple of days ago about putting stuff off till the endless horizon of tomorrow is really me pushing them into this space of 'when I get back'. Maybe it isn't a totally wild idea - last time I went to America my *whole life changed* (true story) and maybe this rupture to routine will again jolt me back like electroshock treatment into a rational and adult means of dealing with sadness, exhalations, vague relationships and all that great stuff. 

Again while my trip isn't very long, I feel like I may as well be leaving on a jet plane forever, probably because I have been listening to a lot of Joan Baez and all those great folk singers of the 60s and 70s who write about going somewhere and never coming back and the Chelsea Hotel and California and getting on trains and incredible fondness' for place and people and lovers, and the largeness of missing someone. I love all that junk so much. I made a playlist. "Oh goody, something new and different for us." Here ya go. http://www.mediafire.com/?og2m27xlpnqmy It's for traveling and the idea of it, and for everything I mentioned above.

"Love can make you happy and love can rob you blind"

1. El Condor Pasa (If I Could) - Simon and Garfunkel
2. Daddy, You Been On My Mind - Joan Baez
3. Here In California - Kate Wolf
4. Willy - Joni Mitchell
5. Sweeter For Me - Joan Baez
6. Catch The Wind - Donovan
7. I Don't Know Where I Stand - Joni Mitchell
8. Way Behind The Sun - Pentangle


Joan Baez, front, second from right (not the dog) at her sister Mimi's wedding 1968
Kate Wolf another goddess I am now in love with
This album cover is exactly what I have been talking about succinctly squished into an image