Not so abandoned.

Went for a bit of a mission today, a few mates go and paint within an abandoned factory. Was keen to scope it out, as i've heard a lot about it took some flicks, hope you enjoy!

Ye olde tip jar.

Was at a friends work, she had this wicked tip jar, thought i'd share it with you all as they're tips are going to good use haha.

Dock the land.

A flower of the night.

It has been quite the while since I have uploaded any photo's to my blog, I went on a little mission within the city and then the outer skirts of it.
I hope you enjoy these, except a lot more photo's to be taken and put up!

Death By Music Presents; Trumpdisco & Friends.

Death by music held an event which saw Trumpdisco blow shit out of the water.
Here's a few photos I took;

Seventeen Hours

Model; Yanni Sarantis
Created by; Matt Tronson

If there's life after death is heaven this cold.

Light in a box

This photo was taken a little while ago, they are light bulbs and they are in a box.
The door next to it is a toilet, that is a huge container.

Ministry of Sound Trance Nation Tour

Friday the 23rd held a big night ahead, with such acts as
Ronski Speed
TyDi
Marlo
Jewelz vs Kat

It was bound to be a huge night, with phat choons being pumped like no tomorrow, the light and laser system were incredible. It overall was a intensive night, one to remember you could say.
Here are some photos i took; thus being for Inner Events

Desperation calls.

Still trying to find those patterns, shapes, lines and textures.
I'll be hunting all my life .. enjoy.

Boots are too small

Model; Alessandro Calderwood-Zohdi
Hair; Matt Tronson

Oyster's are tasty

Model; Danielle Grillo.
Hair; Jaimi Tronson.

The world is too crowded and it's lonely here.

My day consisted of constructing my new best friends, matchsticks and paper, not to mention the glue that was the support of our friendship.
Enjoy!

A street, a light and maybe some hope.

I have been attempting to capture some patterns by simple objects and also attempted to work with Cliché paths and objects to give them that uniqueness.

The path we all walk

Composition of natural light, reflection and a person's want to walk along it.

At melting point

So here I stand at the side of my house, 5:45am and the sky looks like it has a volcano rumbling inside of those clouds, awaiting something or someone just to grab it.
Yet the morning being as early as it was could not motivate me to attempt to jump into it, grasp it and run off with it so I admired it.
As I make my move for the day, I end up at a friends apartment over looking the city; tWas 8:30 pm and the sky had looked as if the clouds had seperated, needing their distance after such a long and hard day.
Yet the melting of the color from one transition to another, is what it is..

Blocked out

Just a couple of photo's that may be at interest to your eye.
Nothing too deep about these.
Enjoy.

Our adventure to Phillip Island

I recently stayed at Phillip Island for a few days, just to get away from Melbourne, I stayed there with a few friends at their house.
I have never been there before so it was a new sight to see, I drove up which was a wise choice because the bus and I don't get along too well.
The sights were immense to grasp, my own eyes couldn't believe some of the things that had been untouched, and for that to happen.. woah.

Kwin; something of beauty.

It was friday early afternoon walking along Swanston st with it's busy rush of people trying to get to their destination without any sort of obstacle in front.
At a slow pace, i made my way step by step towards something that would enlighten me without even knowing I came across this individual her name; Kwin.
I had met her a couple of times previous to this, and surprisingly she remembered my face, she remembered the conversation and how it did not end, that it must be continued.
I laid down my books and camera, and watched the concept become reality, the thought that breaths all from a mind, eye and hand.
Kwin in my perspective is an amazing person; she is homeless, but not for the reasons a lot of people may think because of the stereotype of our brothers and sisters living on the streets.
Kwin asked nothing of me while I sat down except for conversation, I have put these photos up asking for recognition of her not I.
If anyone would like to dive a little deeper within Kwin's art, walk along Swanston st, she is always there..

Riding for help?

Went for a roll last night, found some incredible drains; would of been nice to ride and take some photos but before we could even set up shop we got booted out so that wasn't very nice of the security to not allow this happening as it was "Government Property" and we were trespassing.. go figure?
As we come to grips of finding a new place to shred, the spots popped up and as did the photos, we even encountered the leap of faith which a couple of us took but the question is who survived..
Help? HELP? is that what we ask of? But do we really get .. help?
Some will, and others won't as it is just a question that can't be answered but guided with simple words put into the right context instead of doing it for us, why not show us, then teach us, then talk to us?
But then again a simple answer to a simple question like that takes too much time from people's hands.. so they think?
Just think if no one were to help this can... what could happen?
Would it jump?
Would it die?
Would it survive?
Or does it want attention ..