Aboriginal poster art in Sydney

Feeling kinda Sad today. Got this heaviness in my heart because I'm a White guy with a digital camera made by working-class people in Thailand. I use it to prove that being Creative is more than just a hobby, that I have artistic integrity. Middle-class guilt is heavy Dude. I just want to feel happy about living under a Welfare State. I believe the annual tax confessions I pay money for absolve me of Guilt.

Do you reckon the NT Intervention is working? I don't have an answer to this. I have few Answers. I have lots of love though. Sometimes I cry to Myself. I'm a social outcast living Vicariously through illegal art made by other social outcasts/inmates.

For $1 a day you can make a Deference.

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sightings part II

Chapter two of my crispy photographic musings:

Outside the Stables Theatre in Darlighurst, during the intermission of References to Salvador Dali Make Me Hot. It was a really moving performance. Until I realised the actors weren't actually Puerto Rican.

Beware of fucking hipster rubber duckies. They'll sneak up you without even a squeak, then WHAM! they dip their head in your ass and it's all over.

It's so nice to walk home from Central station after a long day at work, then read graffiti that's actually thoughtful. Fucking hippie hipsters.

I found this chalk drawing on Oxford St last night. It's hard to translate the meaning - is it two turtles in a river, between a mountain or dodging boomerangs? Is it meant to be ironic, having these symbols on a seedy sidewalk in the convict's city? Was it just drawn for spare change? Fucking indigenous hipsters.

A pair of hipsters flash their "way Spartan" dinosaur door stamps before seeing Metronomy at Oxford Art Factory last night. I got the girl's number while her boyfriend was in the 7-Eleven.