Hello. It is spring in Melbourne, and as it makes the city very wet and mushy, I am choosing to use that as my excuse for not posting for some time. I would say much has happened since last time, but I am not sure that it has. Meanwhile, here are some pictures of blossoms to convince doubters that spring has truly sprung.
Yep. Blossoms. Purdy, huh. I really wanted to go out and take my own photos of real blossoms in my ‘hood, but it started to rain and that wanton desire quickly lapsed. That is the only lame thing about the spring. It will now rain from now until the end of October, which is great for drought-stricken farmers, but not so great for cement prowling city folk.
Meanwhile, last night bu and I got our grubby paws on this lovely piece of literature called Hi Fructose. It is dedicated to documenting ‘under the counter culture’, which (unbeknownst to us) is something we both love. I won’t give it away, you will have to check it out for yourself, but get on it and support it (it is still a very new publication, this is Volume 3) because it is the burgers.
It features many of our favourite artists such as ryden, baseman, tokyo plastic and a tasty swathe of others. Meanwhile , it led me to this:
which of course I now desperately need to survive. The bittersweet irony.
So, while I go donut-hunting, please show some respect and go and buy the mag. GO!! And stay tuned for the next thrilling installment. I think it will be about fluffy trees. <3 ze