my room and these eyes

  
i've moved about 20 times in my life. this room now is my favourite. it's the first time ive committed to a place. we live to move. we keep things packed. we dont have much furniture. 
  

     

i'm old enough now though. i can afford to buy things. lift the big pieces of wood of the flat packed book shelf from officeworks all by myself. i can be specific.

  

the only constant is change
proverb
if you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.
Mary Engelbreit
with these things there's no telling
we'll just have to wait and see
but I'd rather be working for a paycheck
than waiting to win the lottery
bright eyes    
  

     

i try not to put things on walls. but... the walls part is hard. i think i start with the walls. and i've been wrong many times. this time i've left the walls last.

    

yyy dj. water condenses: the instanx

so here is how we roll.

in february of 2010 my best friend ngoc, her sister mai and i went to japan.  a lot of things went on. including unfun stuff like a breakdown on my part and fun stuff like winning a neon genesis evangelion rei doll from an akihabara claw machine (after many attempts). here is another... we were front centre for yeah yeah yeahs afterparty at a crazy back alley club in shibuya our first night in tokyo.

the room was small and crowded. white kids wannabe japanese with facepaint, glitter and bare nipples. the place was a terrace house, narrow and cramped. 5 levels or something with stairs far more vertical than horizontal.

the place was so crowded with starving lungs no one could light a cigarette. between us and the non-secure dj desk was a glass cabinet no doubt installed for ambience like the faux-gilded framed mirror with condensation sweating down its face. the cabinet was inching forward slowly.

the djs looked increasingly alarmed.  every now and then we pushed the crowd back and signaled the djs and photographers to push the desk forward. this proved to be a crucial move.

the room was locked. nothing in or out. the start time came and went and the djs became worst and worst. oh the agony! it was 3am.

next thing we know the photographer who had been there the whole time leaned over and told us they couldnt get in so the yyy have been moved downstairs. i guess he appreciated our consideration. with many thanks we rushed like ghosts... you would not believe the speed. desperation on wings.

we got in before everyone else rushed in and the room was locked and made it all the way into the front. i was drunk. these are the results. it was the first outing of my fuji instax wide which we had decided to call machan after the guy who sold it to me in osaka.

this photo is a miracle. it was the first one. like a gift. i remember thinking i didnt press it hard enough and it turned out it exposed twice and i almost lost it but someone picked it up and gave it to ngoc. i wish i knew how to do it again!

brian is on the far left with a hoodie and a tinsel around his neck. karen left half way. she was mainly playing pop songs. when we ran in they were playing empire state of mind. i cant really remember what nick played but i danced like an idiot anyway. and because (for some reason) there was a block (which may or may not have had a piano on it) between them and the crowd and we were one of the few on the side i was pretty much the only person with enough room to dance.

i had so much fun and i looked like a complete idiot and i think at some point nick took a photo but i doubt it would be beautiful in any way. sometimes i wish i played it cool more but i dont think i care enough about what i look like to give that a serious go.

we also got into the vip room and quite drunkenly i approached nick zinner and this happened:
me: *slurs* hi i've met you before at a monsters of folk gig in... *pause*
nick: in new york? *stiffled grin*
me: yes! i love that band. thanks. bye! *stumbles off*

so yeah... another story for a different post.

we escaped about 5am just in time for the first trains. there was an ambulance outside loading a gurney.


XoDeo

and so it begins...

hello. im deo. i'm an avid blogger but have recently been distracted by the anguish and enthusiasm of post adolescent life. 

now i've sobered up a bit i'd like to look back and look forward at what's been going on and what may be and what are because i think it's been pretty cool. 

i just graduated from a bfa in photomedia. in my last year they made us make a power point of our influences. i thought i should start from stuff from that.

“Stealing someone else's words frequently spares the embarrassment of eating your own.”
- Peter Anderson

  “Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.”

- T S Elliot

 

“The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.”

-Salvador Dali

“Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?”

– Andy Warhol

“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.”

-Oscar Wilde

“I am moved by fancies that are curled

Around these images, and cling

The notion of some infinitely gentle

Infinitely suffering thing.”

- T S Elliot

“There is no truth. There’s only you and what you make the truth.”

- Bright Eyes (Don’t Know When But A Day’s Gonna Come)

“My mum asked me if the house was on fire what would I take. She said if I was brave I wouldn’t take anything.”

- Astrid Magnussen (White Oleander) 

i hope you stick around!

XoDeo