(Esther Lane, Surry Hills)
Remember Gerald the Dog? That poor pup poured his life away after meeting some hipster dogs. Last we heard there weren't any new Gerald bombs popping up in Sydney.
Then I found this where the last one was, behind the Ray Hughes Gallery.
Colin left a comment saying these pieces were by Slug. Obviously if slug were to pick a name for this character, it would be Gerald the Dog.
Seems Gerald lost his shit even more than last time. Previously he was a drug addict, having gone stray after partying too hard.
Now he has used condoms poking through his eye sockets like ghosts of lovers past who are back to haunt him. Semen seeps down his face, his lashing tongue and gnashing jaw unable to hide the agony.
(Fitzroy St, Surry Hills)
Here he is again, in the same style on the Hopetoun Hotel. This is a fitting bomb for the Hoey - it has all of us feeling a bit blue.
Will the Hopetoun ever reopen? Is anyone friends with Justin Hemmes on Facebook?
This was also at the right of the frame:
It's the lips flower we've spotted around town. So many delicate pink petals, so snatch-like, so fragrant.
This image - don't ask me why - reminds me of the models featured in Robert Palmer's track Addicted to Love. I remember being very young and very confused about the overtly sexual imagery in the video clip. It drew me in and I didn't understand why.
Now it's happening all over again.
To jog your memory about the lips flower here's a piece from the previous post:
(Grafton Street, Chippendale, Sydney)
Gerald the Dog