A fresh, new drawing pad and a pack of black pen-liners.
Please.
Don’t Sit, Wet Paint.
11/12/11 was the last day of Outpost and the first of many days to rain. I avoided the discomfort of wet socks by taking them off and letting my scuffed Kagui shoes take the beating around the famous, ‘derelict’ Cockatoo Island. There was a lot of street art and cameras to go with. It wasn’t too bad.
Finders, Weepers.
Strolled down to Finders Keepers at Carriage Works on Friday, only for my eyes to be blinded by pretty sweet things. Every time I picked something up, I’d put it back down, thinking about the welfare of my youthful pockets. I’d also think about how highly possible that “Anna” could launch some of her own pretty sweet things in this kind of shindig, and, not overcharge.
Ah, Finders, Weepers.
