"Crucial point one day becomes a crime", or say they sing in New Order's 'Age of Consent'.
Sometimes, what turns into an innocent rendition of events can become incriminating and so on and so forth. But mainly, for me, the last few days have been some weird and wacky depressed events that have been everywhere but here with me. But how does one preserver when they feel like their the only one with alot of hope around them.
It seems to me this weather, the rainiest and windiest day I've witnessed so far for the last 6 months, and of this year is conjuring up some weird and wicked ways of deception. Perhaps people shouldn't wake up and wander wayward tomorrow morning if the clouds hang around. Just remember there's sun behind those clouds. Alot of light and blue sky!
Of late I've cottoned on to a magazine labelled by The Australian as "a celebrity magazine for people who don't like celebrities, a magazine about interesting, creative and inspiring people -- the people who shape our cultural landscape"
Titled "Adam & Eve" it's a brief and yet encapsulating read of the arts, culture, fashion and lifestyle through photo-documentation and the interview medium.
It was surprisingly minimalistic and classic as it was astute and freewheeling in its artistic gloss where in I found myself yearning for back issues. Alas this was the second issue after being a recent conception of late last year - published quarterly. With contributors from all ova and strong ties to London and New York respectively, the zine, published in Sydney, is definitely a socially aware and culture drivin stock of the arts and its personalities.
For my current, hopeful and stirring mood, reflective of the 'kool thing' -
