so.when i moved to australia, i worked at madame brussels and at the style co. for 5 months.mad craic,(too much craic) clearly wanted to stay here for another year. so, in order to be able to do that, i had to leave my glad rags in melbs and hit the road to do my “regional work” (so i could get my second year visa). do i really have to? shit .bollux.k. snakes. cool. yeah. i got this.
heloooooo north queensland!! …uhum….is there anyone there??
meeting all types of characters. with all types of stories. the farm hand from the middle east. Who sends some of his wages home to his family.and who, when i told him i loved the middle east, put on his tape of afghany music.yayaaaa.and cherry.and rachel. from hong kong, who we keep teaching the nastiest of english words. whoops.and simon and DT from south korea.who’ve mad Irish men inside of them dying to break free. convinced of it.and their style.even on a farm, is pretty darn, hhmm….ah.may.zing.they think im loopy coz i wanna go to north korea. all these lovelies.workin’ away.makin’ a livin. like us all.right? 5 weeks left. I miss melbourne.my crazy friends. eating out.not having roots. brazilian waxing. venti chai no water soy.you know ,usual white girl problems.
here are some snaps i took in the city last year.
sillyness.winery. victoria. march ‘12.
us. 1am.leaving for madame brussels staff party.
young james of the kitchen. swag.
dressing up for captains of industry secret jazz party.
New favorite past time.photographing australian children dressed up in my favorite clothes. Child :”is this a princesses wardrobe?”…Dad:”no,its just…um…Eimear’s wardrobe”.
Now all i need is a sewing machine.
my hero. my style icon. my favorite artist.my inspiration. my strength. my daddy.
happy birthday xxx
Lunch on the beach overlooking the Whitsundays.half an hour from home.Paradise.
without emotion there is no beauty