Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Of those I have loved...


Kenny - He was divine; a smooth, creamy caramel colour from nape to toes with perpetually perfect hair and brilliant blue eyes. My girlfriend JB kissed his friend at a beach party and when he discovered we were friends, Kenny asked her to give me his number. I didn't know who he was, but when horny teenage boys are left to their own devices in a small, regional town, they are awe-inspiringly organised when it comes to scoping out chicks. Kenny drove a little, white four wheel drive and was terrified of blood. We were together for six months. In the end he cheated on me with a girl who came to be known as the girl with which all our high school loves cheated. Her name was Karolien. He has a really cute girlfriend now called Kim. I don't know her but I bet she's lovely.

'Chard - My best friend's cousin. He was a handsome rouge with a golden heart. He was the good guy - reliable, and trustworthy. It was impossible not to like 'Chard, and he was the best friend I ever loved, although he had a violently jealous streak. We were inseparable for five months. He moved to Sydney to be with me. We broke up a few weeks later. It took me a long time to understand why I didn't want to be with him anymore. He's married to one of my high school girlfriends now, and every time I see them together it makes me smile.

DC - DC was the most breathtakingly beautiful man I had ever seen. I met him through a friend at The Palace in Coogee. We were 18. He told me I was pretty and called me "LL". He lived in Belmore in a boarding house presided over by an old matriarch called Mary. Mary didn't allow girls in the house. DC would unscrew the screen on his front room window to smuggle me in and he'd stroke my hair and whisper sweet things in my ear until I fell asleep. But he was troubled. Despite the unwavering smile and the irresistible charm, DC was desperately fighting something that I couldn't fully understand. DC had darkness inside him; a powerful, destructive energy that would suck him under for weeks at a time. I became obsessed with fixing him, like nursing a wounded animal.

Cam - Cam was the love of my life, once upon a time. We would have gone to the end of the earth for each other, striking down anyone who dare suggest perhaps we weren't right; that perhaps all the sadness and anger and frustration and fear and heartbreak bubbling beneath the surface was the Universe's way of telling us this was a bad idea. But fuck you, Universe, we weren't going to listen. We thought we could move mountains. We were mean and cruel to each other out of hurt and sadness and desperation and exhaustion. In the end, we were so entangled it took us two years to break free completely. I look back on our relationship as though it was a period of somebody else's life; there is such discord between who I am now and who I was then that I find it difficult to feel anything but empathy for that broken shadow of a girl, as though it wasn't actually my experience, but somebody else's story I once watched unfold. Cam changed the trajectory of my life. I used to resent him for that - now I'm in awe of it. If it weren't for Cam, I wouldn't be where I am or what I am. For that, I thank him.

Si - Light of my life, darling of my days, Si is the kindest man I know. A gentle giant with a brilliant smile and hypnotising, icy-pale blue eyes that belie his precious soul and shine with warmth and love and beauty despite his steely stare. Si is worldy and clever, with an open mind and a beautiful heart. He has a temper - a family curse. I think he'd like to believe he's stone cold, that nothing can hurt him, but I ain't buying it. I still don't know where or how I found him but I plan on keeping him. (Bigger than the world, bigger than the whole sky... xx)

Friday, July 1, 2011

Show us your tats!


A little Steinbeck magic to cherish for the rest of my days...

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Psycho-babble

When it comes to slips, I like mine Freudian. Silk is good too, for want of repressed childhood trauma or bottled up rage.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

T-shirt Wisdom

"The rich get ugly and the poor get ugly. The rest is history." - Reg Mombassa for Mambo.

Red and Black

I've been a little absorbed in social freedoms, libertarian V authoritarian political themed literature over the past few months, and it has got me thinking...

The problem with capitalism is that it best rewards the worst part of us: the ruthless, competitive, cunning, opportunistic, aquisitive drives, giving little reward and often much punishment - or at least much handicap - to honesty, compassion, fair play, many forms of hard work, love of justice, and a concern for those in need.

I'm not a Communist. I don't believe it works. I don't believe it works because I believe people like to own things, and as Hugo says, "equal partition abolishes emulation...and ultimately labour." Hugo sums sums up the fiscal and social dilemma of nations beautifully in Les Miserables - you can have a read here. (As an aside, people often ask me to recommend them a great book - Les Mis is the one tome I truly believe everyone should read at least once before they die - it will reshape the way you look at the world.)

So then, the question I pose is this: How do we get by; how do we prosper socially, responsibly, freely in this crazy old world?

The Cure

A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see the guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking a cigar and saying, "...long-time-no-see." - Phyllis Battelle, American Journalist

Thursday, June 2, 2011

When the lights come on again.

We were bad for each other.

So in love it made us stupidly, irrationally, blindly insecure. We spent half the time screaming through walls and down phonelines, with wet eyes and shaking hands, consumed by the fear of loss, speaking unthinkable cruelties to mask the hurt or unable to find the words or the breath or the energy to make everything ok; or else swept up in a euphoric break from reality, lolling about all flaxen-haired and sunny-skinned, bare limbs twisted on white cotton, touching fingertips and drunk on the fantasy that one day we'd run away from the world and just be us, together and beautiful, basking in the devine and finally drifting off to eternity while we slept; old and wrinkled and gloriously happy, holding each other by the hand and the heart. At least we realised the overwhelming damage we were doing and got out before our mutual self-destruction; staring into the void of infinite nothingness, beside each other but all alone, a wasted pair of starry-eyed dreamers.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Metropolis Metamorphosis

If Australia were a family, Brisbane would be the proverbial middle child; the misunderstood, seemingly unsophisticated quiet achiever, underestimated and dismissed by her siblings Sydney and Melbourne and treated with little more than a sneering indifference.

Though we protest the sniping and snobbery of our southern sisters, there’s no denying Queenslanders have always relished their inherent underdog status. From Cape York to Coolangatta, maroon blood flow througheth our veins. Unsurprisingly, Queensland is better known for its cauliflower-eared State of Origin behemoths than its world leading creative industries princincts and unique emerging cultural scene.

Let’s be honest. Only here would an infamous, 18-year-old student protester charged with disorderly conduct and resisting arrest go on to become one of the state’s best loved and longest serving premiers. Even the genetic mastery demonstrated by our home-grown Miss Universe Rachel Finch wasn’t enough to distract Australia’s media from the beauty’s distinctly nasal northern twang - enough to make even the cheese-eating pageant circle cringe. Where else but Queensland, ay?

But undeterred by the stereotypes, Brisbane is finally coming of age, growing out of her blue-collar roots to become a confident cultural epicentre in her own right.

According to Dr Raymond Evans, author of A History of Queensland, any lingering cultural cringe is attributable as much to our colonial immigration policy as a predilection for bordies and thongs.

“When they were encouraging european immigration, Queensland’s 19th century colonialists didn’t want intellectual people, they didn’t want creative, cultural people. They wanted people who could work with their hands,” explains Dr Evans.

“That led to quite a physical society, but not a particularly cerebral or intellectual society.”

Prioritising brawn over brains continued well into the twentieth century. As late as the 1970’s - when controversial social conservative Joh Bjelke-Petersen reigned over ‘the Moonlight state’ - about 38 per cent of all Queenslanders had only completed five to six years of schooling.

Queensland’s women were also substantially outnumbered by men, though two Brisbane feminists defiantly chained themselves to Toowong's Regatta Hotel bar in 1965 to gain equal drinking rights.

“The disproportionate gender ratio meant you had this bachelor kind of culture that developed a strong sense of mateship and bonds, but also hard drinking, rough-and-tumble kinds of personalities, and an environment for women that was dominated by male values,” says Dr. Evans.

Today, Queensland’s somewhat culturally baron, blokeish history is of small significance to the hoards of well-heeled fashionistas who stomp Paddington’s quirky LaTrobe Terrace each weekend; the groovy, creative types who discuss Kubrickian cinema over lattes in West End cafes; or the local hipsters who flock to Fortitude Valley’s James Street to acquire high-end fashion and social collateral.

But the city’s coming of age has been gradual and subtle. The renaissance began in the former working class suburbs of the 70’s, when middle class professionals moved in to renovate run down workers’ cottages (now exorbitantly priced real estate in some of Brisbane’s trendiest inner-city suburbs), while the 1988 World Expo became a landmark prelude to significant cultural events.

The inner city transformation continued throughout the 90’s with an increased emphasis on urban renewal projects - now led by the Brisbane City Council’s Urban Renewal Task Force - including the conversion of some of the city’s most historically iconic but derelict blue-collar landmarks into bustling pink-collar public spaces. Take for example, the reincarnation of the New Farm Powerhouse as a hub for creative and offbeat theatre, music, comedy, film, visual arts, festivals and ideas.

The rippling cultural transformation came to a head in 1998 with the implementation of the Queensland Government’s Smart State Strategy. Illustrative of this change in the ‘Banana Bender” psyche, the State Government spent over $3.6 billion investing in people, ideas, research, partnerships and infrastructure to realise its vision of a state where knowledge, creativity and innovation drive economic growth.

This included a $60 million Creative Industries Precinct at the Queensland University of Technology - the first of its kind in Australia and now an international hub for cultural enterprise. Recent Queensland Government estimates suggest that the Queensland creative industries sector is worth $3.4 billion annually, generates about $1.1 billion in annual export sales and employs 74,000 people.

According to Lindsay Bennett, director of Lindsay Bennett Marketing and the man behind Mercedes-Benz Brisbane Fashion Festival (MBFF), the influx of people moving to Queensland’s capital from the southern states - ironically lured by the tropical climate once so destested by European settlers and described by Dr Evans as a key catalyst in the “leathery” Queensland disposition - has upped the ante.

“Brisbane’s consumers expect cultural events, shopping and infrastructure to be parallel with that of Sydney and Melbourne, and I’m confident we have the capacity to satisfy this growing demand,” Mr Bennett says.

The city is a hugely competitive market for spring/summer fashion, and Mr Bennett has been tirelessly crusading to promote Brisbane as the perfect location for launching collection during the warmer months.

Even influential Vogue Australia editor Kirstie Clements has commended Brisbane on its anti-parochial fashion platform and positive fashion festival vibe.

Having secured MBFF’s Southbank venue for the next three years, Mr Bennett couldn’t be more thrilled.

“Southbank is the perfect conduit between the arts, fashion, and tourism industries - all vital components in Brisbane’s cultural melting pot,” he says, adding that focused attention of local designers through MBFF means they don’t need to move south to be recognised on the national stage.

The timing of this year’s Festival was perfect, coinciding with the Valentino Retrospective: Past/Present/Future exhibition , shown exclusively at Brisbane’s Gallery of Modern Art (GoMA), the impressive example of architectural prowess situated next to the new State Library (opened in 2008) and a stone’s throw from the Queensland Performing Arts Centre (QPAC), the Brisbane Powerhouse and the thriving Southbank restaurant and market scene.

This year, nine of MBFF’s 23 events were completely sold out, and many more were close to hitting that mark. In August, participating designers’ retail sales were in excess of $4 million nationally, up by 50 per cent since 2009 - proof that the annual event is working.

Unique, edgy, and unapologetic, Brisbanites are busy forging a cultural and style identity all of their own, which keen observers describe as adventurous and loaded with colour, with a fresh, youthful aesthetic that compliments the Queensland lifestyle.

“Australian cities have a different way of life and a different style. While Sydney is more about the pop culture and the hype, Brisbane is quirkier, edgier, avant-garde,” says Brisbane-based fashion designer George Wu.

So what will push Queensland to realise her full cultural potential?

“Brisbane is a much more cosmopolitan city now than it ever was, and a more tolerant society is emerging,” says Dr Evans.

“More women are getting into responsible positions in society and public life now, and that’s turning the culture around.”

These women include current Premier Anna Bligh, also Minister for the Arts, who has committed a significant cash pool to her special interest area. This has included more than $30 million per annum in support for GoMA and the Queensland Art Gallery, which are attracting record numbers of local, interstate and international visitors.

We may never truly shake the stereotypes imposed on us by other so-called culturally fertile parts of Australia. But historically, this modicum of repression has acted as a creativity incubator, and Queenslanders have a habit of far outstripping their detractors’ expectations.

Our strength lies in our unwavering faith in our own potential. And while the southern states were busy congratulating their cultural superiority and viewing Queensland through tired eyes, we’ve created a unique, thriving identity and a style that cannot be imitated.

As for our cultural backwater status? No matter - after all, this is the Sunshine State. We'll just bask in the dreamy kiss of that old seductress in the sky until the rest of the country catches up.


Lara Lavers for FROCK PAPER SCISSORS

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Queensland Flood Appeal




"Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise." Hugo.

Queensland is currently facing its darkest hour; the worst flooding in the state's history. As of 4.30pm QLD time on January 12, 12 people have been confirmed dead and grave fears are held for over 50 who remain unaccounted for.

I have been one of the lucky ones - my apartment is at the top of one of Brisbane's highest hills. My sister hasn't been so lucky; this morning her and her partner were evacuated as the flood waters lapped at the base of the driveway, SES crews and police predicting that their entire building will be submerged come sundown. This was however, a slow inundation, giving residents plenty of time to do what they could to protect their homes and then get the hell out out of there. Brisbane, at least, has not been subjected to the cruel and unpredictable flash flooding that devastated Toowoomba, Grantham, Murrays Creek and other areas in the Lockyer Valley - incidents that are set to see the death toll rise as the waters receed and the recovery effort begins. A truly catastrophic event; the victims in the flood ravaged west didn't stand a chance. It breaks your heart.

Please donate what you can to the Premier's Disaster Relief Appeal; you'll be helping ease the pain for thousands of Queenslanders who have loss everything and witnessed horrors unspeakable. No one should have to go through this alone.

You can donate via Internet banking - here are the details:

Account Name: Premiers Disaster Relief Appeal
BSB: 064 013
Account Number: 10006800

SWIFT code for international donations: CTBAAU2S