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Strange looking woman. On Elizabeth St, outside St James Station... She was probably about 40ish. Probably wasn't a mid life crisis, but you know when you used to try and look different, and most people wont say anything..but they are thinking about how cool or uncool you look. You know that. It is nice though when someone says "dude i like what you've done with your shirt" but that's all they have to say. And you just know.

She had these brand new Dunk Hi's on, that were pink nylon style. Brand new. Then some American Apparel tight leggings, you know the style that all those hippies are wearing lately? The colour glistens a little bit, like a metallic shiny black. On top was nothing special, just a black tight t-shirt. Big titties which stuck out, but she was rather tall, so you wouldn't notice as much anyway. Her face looked a little like an older version of a the gothic forensic scientist on NCIS. I counted she had 7 white earrings in her right ear.

Reminded me of the woman that came in the shop last week. She was looking at the Puma First Round Sparkle shoe. This shoe looks like you've trodden in all the flavours ever made by Hubba Bubba, but you haven't cleaned the shoe after you stepped in all the bubble gum and its spread around the shoe to give it its colour. Or you know the bubble gum flavoured ice cream, that tastes delicious when you are 8, and you stick your tounge to mum to show her all the colours on your tounge, thats the shoe colour. Its ugly, probably the worst shoe in the shop, but woman (we'll call her Janis) picks it up and "WOW WEE" "THIS IS AWESOME" jargon comes from her mouth. Janis wants to try a woman's 8. So her "normal" family members walk in...and are like " GRANDMA!!!...WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???!"

Janis's face said it all. It had the "yeah i'm an old weirdo, so what?" look happening.

Type of woman, that gets a look from everyone. But that's ok. I mean everyone some what "normal" will ask themselves: "WTF?" Won't say a word, but the eyes will talk.

Someone might talk to her, cool shoes etc. Like the lady who was selling tickets at the bus stop. So the NCIS lady talks really loudly back to her about insignificant nothings.

The normal geezer will stop and stare. But the artist type will pretend not to notice, but really thats what NCIS wants. Artist is thinking: So uncool look, wish i could be that free, loser etc etc.

Thats 1-0 to NCIS, because you looked and thought all those things. But 2-0, game set match to NCIS because the artist who thinks he is cool wrote about her.

Red

I often think how interesting the life of something as simple as a cigarette lighter can be. In it's lifetime, the places it has been, the stories of those who used it, what it may have seen before it came into your possession, what it has been through before ending up in someone else's hand. It fascinates me. I often lose mine but since Saturday, it has been to a launch party, it was there when that band of hooligans peddled by with subwoofers attached to their pushbikes, it witnessed a guy passed out on a street bench from inhaling too much weed, it passed through the hands of amazingly talented musicians unknowingly, it listened to stories of a documentary producer, it was there when I ran into acquaintances of the boy I fancy, it has seen me through the ups and downs of work. Today is only Wednesday, I wonder what the future holds for this little fire maker.

xx Jennifer

I wonder

Do I need to keep still to move forward?


xx Jennifer

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This is not Justine. But it is Justine would look like if she was a boy! 

Justine was kinda not cute at all,  kind of not fuckable, but for some strange reason I would of said yes, all the same. There was nothing about her, except for her Periodic Table of Elements t-shirt and her man nose.

George didn't know how to shut the fuck up about my pants, and the Jodi Gordon coke incident. George was pretty chubby. I thought to myself as i was counting pvc pipes, that George pretty much represents that majority of societies wastetoids. People with a voice, that are never going to be heard, counted or acknowledged. 

Tommy was cool. Fresh outta high school, a fine product of Trinity Grammer. McDonald's blows though he says, quit yesterday!.. Reminds me of when I finished high school, and got                                                           a job through one of those Centrelink job machines that spits out                                                         receipts with job descriptions on them. I remember as I was           cleaning a Suburu, Longhurst , the guy who ran the institution I did maths tutoring at through my high school years, came to pick his car up, as I was polishing his wheel. $2000 worth of maths tutoring  down the drain, I could tell by the look on his face of  amusement as i mumbled out that this was only a part job till I got into uni.  Which never happened anyway, when I literally walked  out of the car washer and became a shelf stacker for 2 years.

 Longhurst's daughter was uber cute though. But I saw her                                                                     recently. She overshot expectations, and looks like a Sylvania                                                             house wife these days. Boo!

What's for dinner? Vagina!

This is what i ate for dinner. 

 I had a few but just saved this one as it was very fagina like.

Oysters and mussels look so vagina like!

Kapow!

I'm collecting superheroes.


xx Jennifer

Girl and Destruction

The model is Yu and it was taken at the gallery she works for one random afternoon. I'm drawn to images of silhouettes and the back of subjects, like this photograph. There's an air of mystery, not knowing who the subject is, as well as a feeling of distance between you and the subject. A distance in which you could never reach.

I'm submitting this to Art & About held in Hyde Park towards end of the year. Wish me luck! Would love to see this reprinted to 2.33 x 3.5m in size and hanging along the pathway amongst the trees.

Jennifer xx