Prior's day

Prior took over blogging duties today and produced this short film.

Neverness

Chris and Tom put on a photo show last night, I dropped in and helped for a little bit before returning to the sewing machine.



Benno was installing himself into everyones hearts.



I helped Tom put up his erotic series of curtain photos.



My attempt at experimental hanging didn't work out so well. My pitch was to the tune of, 'try to imagine it was level and the fishing line was trimmed off and the photo wasn't upside down'.



Andrew came over from Adelaide especially for the event. He was disappointed his prints came out wrong, but soldiered on regardless.



The opening went well, though there were issues with the security not letting people up. They had free Grolsh and Scottie Cameron was there, so I was in heaven. We went for Bento boxes afterwards and Tom randomly rocked in for a moment.



Street beers with Sam, Prior and the gang.



The amazing Tree regaled us with tales from his new job at Apple.



Ackroyd, as always, a pleasure.



We got crepes while we waited for the last train. Delicious, I highly recommend the nuttela and banana with strawberry.



Andrew, how good is Japan I mean Melbourne!



Gary was partying pretty hard when we got back.

Twelve bags deep and counting

A plan was hatched a few weeks ago to make a concrete quarter at the drains by Pete and Mike. Enlisted as their fellow west-side offsider, I agreed it was a stellar plan. we headed down there last weekend and measured up the transitions.



It's a sweet spot on the back of a high curved ledge, hopefully resulting in plenty of possibilities that most quarters don't offer.



Right next to these iconic landmarks. When concrete fever took hold, someone suggested putting a trannie at the bottom of one of them.



After all our bluster and enthusiasm and even a Friday evening Bunnings mission, both Mike and I sort of blew it on the day, arriving late. Pete had been there for ages, gathering rocks in a blue shopping bag with no handles. He was extremely keen and undoubtedly the driving force behind the mission.



Crucially, Mike is a builder. Hence, the wheelbarrow, the Italian trowel, the brawn, the know-how and of course, the orange vest. He had been out all night and was a bit worse for wear, but got things happening right away.







The first load of 'crete was laid. It didn't go very far.



I became an instant authority on 'crete consistency, demanding more of a dahl texture as opposed to couscous. This is good dahl.



The ginger prince landed and blessed the occasion.



I predict Mike Martin will thoroughly shred the quarter upon its' completion.



Liege, also on hand and in good spirits.



Keegan was spending his birthday joyously shredding sketchy ledges.



Things were starting to take shape when we ran out of 'crete.



So we headed to Bunnings for more supplies. Note to others planning a similar project, you can never have enough 'crete. We still need more.



Perhaps the best thing about Bunnings is the sausage sizzle. Ed had been on hand the whole time, did I mention that? Good old Ed.



Back at the site, it was getting a tad dark. We polished off the last of the 'crete and things were looking very, very promising. Pete had come up with some crazy wet brush techniques to smooth things off. He was the gentle perfection of Matisse to my violent, erotic Picasso.



It still needs another coat and smoothing off. I went past it on the train today and it looked ok. Fingers crossed noone gets ahead of themselves and attempts to shred it before we polish it off next weekend. I'm looking at you, Prior!

Jeans!

First run of production jeans are done!



My first stockist is the wonderful Order and Progress in Melbourne. Check here for more as they occur. I'm off to Adelaide and Sydney next week, so hopefully will sort something out.



Hope Ed doesn't mind, he took this photo of me shredding at the Brooklyn U-pipe with Pete. This thing is so fun, but so tricky. The tricks that have been done on it recently are terrifying. Arto, bs noseblunt!



This is Al Collins, front blunting in Dublin. The little kid in the foreground is a typical little knacker you have to deal with at every spot there. 'Hey mista, hey mista, let me be in the phota!'.

Leakage

Well, it seems the half-frame camera isn't as well sealed as it once was.



This was in NZ



This too, on the road in NZ.



This was at a glacier. I have the flu.