Friday, 3 October 2014

a fifth of the land on earth is her

there was a girl named savannah, her skin red like the australian sand. her eyes hid a library of stories in a language even she didn’t understand, for the better. she told me she was half vietnamese, half australian. she later cried, telling me she hadn't been entirely honest, she was ashamed running through her veins, was more than 40,000 years of history and 200 years of pain. she grew up in adelaide where her daddy was a myth, and her mama tried to hurt her. she had scars that ran like rivers across her left cheek, breaking into braided streams upon her lips. from afar it looked like lightning. the kids were ruthless. she'd pretend she didn't care, tilting her head back to gaze at the ceiling whenever taunts were thrown in class. no, she wasn't inspecting the smoke alarm, but stopping her hurt from showing. a few times she retaliated by telling them to 'eff off', on those occasions the teacher sent her to the principal's office.

she was often late to school, but one morning i found myself walking alongside her. 'savannah' i spoke, her name echoed free and beautiful. 'hey' she replied, carrying the weight of four thousand three hundred and eighty sleepless nights. she sounded as though she was surrendering a war. 'how are you liking netball?' i persisted. she nodded, but it wasn't a yes. her mood swung like a pendulum and this morning was leave me alone. i saved her a seat in class that day but she didn't show. rumour broke out ashley from the year above pushed her into a wall. this wasn't a fib. she broke her nose and the school nurse took her to hospital. when recess came i followed the trail of blood drops from the lower playground all the way to the teacher's parking lot. she didn't come back to school, at least not this one.

her desk was cleaned out a week later, i didn't see her but chloe did, 'she looked fine so quit worrying, you weren't even friends!' i was ten and worrying was reserved for dessert options, and true we weren't friends, but from then on, i viewed the world with her in mind.

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Thursday, 11 September 2014

child of the sun



taja

while i am growing up, 
my parents are growing old, 
my brother and i are growing apart, 
and most adults are revealing themselves to be psychopaths,

weird.

Friday, 5 September 2014

fe fi fo fum



shop kinobi / a curation by ally

when we shot this ally showed me some references she liked. she didn't know but one of them was a photograph that i took. i was given my own work as reference. #myworkisdone #startedfromthebottom #dropsmic

Sunday, 3 August 2014

our beta test




you know when people stir the dreams you carry, reminding you every day is game day? we walked all over new york city, often finding ourselves submerged in the aspirations of others. everyone has a reason to be here, or at least everyone believes they have a reason to be here. which is a good enough reason by any means, but no one wants to be just good enough. you want to be the very best (pokemon master #that no one ever was).

Friday, 25 July 2014

thursday sunday





thursday sunday

every time i wear an australian label people ask 'where did you get this from?' and i'm left to confirm the worst. 'you're not gonna dress like this shopping at zara, sweet cake', my internal monologue will say while i ask myself why in the world i would even internally use 'sweet cake'. i mean i don't even know this person but i guess i don't know what a 'sweet cake' is either so perhaps the moniker makes sense. i will then realise they are staring at me waiting for a response and i ponder how long i can stay silent for before they wave their right hand in front of my face asking with what they think is witty sarcasm 'hello?' when it's patience and not my response that's lacking. if they're old fashioned (or old) they might add 'earth to aimee, earth to aimee' in which i will recount the 'earth to brent' monologue from zoolander before doing a dance to WHAM! taking up even more of everyone's time. by now they want to punch me in the face so i tell them to peruse through the following labels as they are what sustains me:


my favourite days of the week are also thursday and sunday, coincidently or not.

Thursday, 26 June 2014

永别香港


2012


mongkok, kowloon


kiki clutching mata hari


ken and carmen


leo 


le petit prince



anna


dance like michael jackson


the footpath is two inches away


wanchai, hong kong


dude be reading paper, tai ping shan


tram


taylor

 her



i
when i bought my ticket home a huge sense of relief washed over me, as though i had been fighting a hun invasion under general conscription during the han dynasty and it was finally over, when all i ever did was live in one of the most efficient cities in the world. sure, work got insane at one (many) point (s), leaving my sanity in question, but i addressed the problem (s) in a way many people in their early 20s without much life experience would, by not addressing it (them) at all. bad idea. life experience: check.

ii
we cross paths with people throughout life. when we're open to knowing them, we establish relationships (by baring our souls and hoping the listener doesn't destroy us with our secrets). then as our lives progress we become less open, or more guarded, and those same bonds are never really created again, or not in the same way. late teens was when i formed many of my strongest relationships (no matter where i was). then i entered the real world and learnt life would never be the same again. that's sad, but so is getting one strawberry mentos and 19 orange ones in a 'mixed fruit' pack.

iii
i have so many quirks that are plain irksome but my friends are still my friends and would take a shot for me in lazer tag any day if i offered enough cash upfront. i never noticed how annoying i was (am) until i met someone with identical peculiarities. so for the all the times i walked away without a word to buy snacks while everyone's in conversation, stopped talking mid-sentence to think about pomegranates, listened to you with glazed eyes because i was still thinking about pomegranates, brushed my teeth in the living room, and left a country without saying goodbye, i'm sorry. thank you for still being my friend.

Monday, 16 June 2014

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Friday, 21 March 2014