Only the unloved hate...

One of the most inspirational speeches of all time. For me...



One hope, one love.

Synchronicity.

So, here's a paragraph from my new book, 'Synchronicity.', I love film noir, but I'm not sure if I can keep going with the hard-boiled style. It's nice to play around with though, plus I like the dark edge it gives everything, making the softer touches all the more impactive when they appear:



A Baltic wind blows against the sash windows, rattling the single-glazed panes like bones on a medicine man’s staff… The angle-poise lamp illuminates his hands, one frozen above his laptop keyboard, the other hovering above an ashtray, cigarette ash growing long from the untapped fag between his fingers. The tobacco burns luminous orange. His hair is splayed out like a hit and run victim, awkwardly mangled, like his square glasses slammed into his face, throwing it across his head. Slowly, he lifts his cigarette, taps it and brings it to his lips, inhaling and leaning back, forcing his other hand through his ragged hair. He stubs the cigarette, hits enter on the keyboard, picks up a lukewarm mug and downs the contents. Pushing his hard palms into the desk, he rolls out from underneath it on the cheap Ikea office chair and claps the laptop lid shut. It’s done...

Lister

Went with my boy RJ to Skyline Productions last night to check the last edits of their video of Anthony Lister's latest show, Bogan Paradise, in Sydney. This is the end result.



Pretty sick.

Music by award-winning Australian rappers, Bliss N Eso

People Are Awesome

Word to my dad for linking me to this one; people are fucking awesome.



Fact.

Get On Up!

Boom! Big ups to my boy Fakso for switching me onto these guys - 1Up Crew from Berlin KILLING it!



Check out Fakso's reportage work and book, Fast Or Die, online HERE or his blog HERE

Happy Birthday

Wow.. So it's been a minute or two since I posted anything here, this last month's been hec.tic. Moved to Australia about a week ago and been hustling since I touched down.

I didn't have internet access yesterday, so had to send this to my little sister Ellie via text, but wanted to write this out properly. It's a poem I wrote for her Birthday, kind of half advisory, half lyrical rubbish off the top of my head.


Dream Weaver


Sunrises,

Sunsets,

Live Life,

No regrets,

Upsets, fade...

Stampede, like Bulls, on parade.

Today's hustle; tomorrow's trouble,

Full Cycle,

Life's bubble,

Bursts like foam in a coffee mug,

Juggle cocktails and dreams,

For Rockstars and Queens,

Ordinary people;

Extraordinary means.

Pick your own teams,

Fight your own wars,

Stand tall, on your own floors,

The best laid plans may still hold flaws...

Heart open,

Like a held door,

Pour love into every chore,

Put soul into every pore,

Of all you do,

You can do no more.

Spin your own web,

Catch your own flies,

Spider lives; Insect dies...

Pretty web,

Child's eyes,

Experience all, with naive surprise,

Ask questions, but tell no lies,

To those who hold fast to ship's sighs,

Good Men,

Washed up on cheap thighs,

Stripping Mankind's vain prize,

Mens minds capsize,

When boats float on flipped skies...

Punch your ticket, take a ride,

True Romance, never hides,

Manifests itself in face-lines...

Take time to discover why,

Caged birds,

Look so nice,

But repeat,

The calls,

Of the unwise.

A lesson learned,

Is one that's taught twice...

So do the maths and count your blessings,

Share love's wealth,

And life's lessons.

xxx