raunchy guava..say GUAAVAA

Introducing The Melbourne City Drain Painters. THIS IS HOW AWESOME MELBOURNE’S GETTING…underground! light! art! Guerrilla artists go down into the city’s drains as a hobby and make magic. how inspiring is this??  I now want to have some underground day of the dead-esque parties. you have to have to read the article on it: Art for art’s sake by Charlotte King.

The Original Melbourne Light Painter’s photostream

Darwin Deez – Constellations by LuckyNumberMusic

WE ARE TWINKLING STARS RESURRECTED

dude. do you hear patrick watson?

ad infinitum by cris vector (or cristiano siqueira)

Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are
there’s a million little lights when the sky turns black tonight
are there patterns in our skies, are patterns only in our eyes?

or is a constellation just a constellation?
is a constellation just a consolation?

wrinkle, wrinkle little scar, count the freckles on my arm
if freckles don’t mean anything, does anything mean anything?

or is a constellation just a constellation?
is a constellation just a consolation?

we are twinkling stars resurrected
just like twinkling stars we seem connected but i know that

a constellation is just a constellation
constellation is just a consolation

people relaxing in the anzac drain

giant monsters like this will be crawling around my dream home. this sculpture would definitely be on the roof , next to the my throne (yes, my throne on the roof of the house) where one welcomes their peasant visitors

and pensioner-aged abigail and i, are twee, best friends we giggle with gin shouting profanities at the cars and passersby and walking dogs, wearing our plastic crowns, rubies and our velvet kingly capes.

and we’ll start to cruelly teach alpacas surfing:

HAHAHA

Dita von Teese says WEAR SUNSCREEN

• the only way any product can label itself is anti-aging is if it contains sunscreen. and this is all.
• oh, p.s if you love the fifties style the what katie did is probably the best on this earth
• gee how obvious of me, i can’t resist lavendar macaroons

where o where are all the flower-flavoured cocktails though?? i will make you all a range of flower cocktails, make pretty pictures and put up recipes for the WORLD TO CHANGE IT’S DAMN WAYS!!

CHILL PILL:
1 oz lavender bud-infused vodka
1 oz lavender bud syrup
1/2 oz fresh lemon juice
lavender water spray or rinse
lavender soda

combine lavender bud-infused vodka, lavender bud syrup, lemon juice and shake over ice. prepare champagne flute with rinse of lavender water, or mist inside of glass with lavender water spray. strain into lavender-misted / lavender-rinsed flute and top with fair amount of lavender soda. stir briefly and serve. garnish with sprig of lavender or purple flower if available.

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FUCO UEDO – Theeees is my new FAVOURITE illustrator big time!!!! i love so many of them that it’s in a slideshow. it’s so bizarre. i’m so sure that when you think a lot about your style with something, or an idea or a feeling, you stumble across something so obviously saying the same thing that it feels like total magic. it’s so weird. and check this out

i LOVE Heston’s food. see mum, my cooking isn’t weird! haha

you’re turning violet, violet!

YES to jay z’s new album blueprint 3. you can SO tell when a musician knows the meaning of music & i don’t really know anyone else at the moment who delivers such important messages so potently. and he’s actually challenging. that’s the best way of telling whether something’s really of substance..if it kind of jolts you as you learn of it. like a good writer. well, like a good anything i guess

it’s weird how everything someone does, if you know them well enough, is a mannerism. sometimes i can’t stand it. sometimes it’s immediately comforting. but, for example, even the sound of pausing and footsteps and breaths or,  a stressed syllable, slight movements, shifting..for some reason I have to brush them off, try not to notice them, like i always have, because you know how they’re laden with maybe hopelessness, or anxiety, or self-pity, and it’s a catharsis, almost trying push their feelings out and into their outer world. and to that you’re just a still life, there to endure it, if that’s how you choose. but i try to disappear from it. it’s really weird trying to avoid this in your mind as you’re around other things ‘happening’ to themselves, so you can just see into them instead, and love them. a bizarre struggle of admiration. i don’t know. everything’s insane.

above abstract beauty from jamelikat’s awesome photostream

BEETROOT is one of the best things for your liver and you get hands

‘like peeling warm hearts‘

ecstasy

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