☪ It's only rock'n'roll baby ☪


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Images from Tumblr, here, here, here, here and here.
Just a little rock'n'roll magic to start your day... or end it, depends where you are. 

One of those


Old illustration // Medium-old photo
I don't even want to talk about this morning.
Just know that I really tried to create some out-there-awesome-fresh new work, but it appears that I've forgotten how to draw. 
Luckily, it's Friday.

⊲ Seasonal optimism ⊳


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Scarf and black beanie c/o Somedays Lovin; vintage Pendelton knit via eBay; necklace c/o Spell; vintage/pawnshop/market rings; vintage glasses; Americana by Don DeLillo; Kraken black spiced rum; Diana F+ Black Jack camera c/o Market HQ; Dr Denim jeans; vintage studded belt;  vintage engineering boots; cow-skull coaster from Las Vegas souvenir shop; Hohner harmonica; Somedays print by Pony Gold.

Last night my housemate and I decided to take our dogs for a walk around the block after dinner.
Just before we walked out the door, I put on a second jumper and cursed Melbourne. 
Two jumpers. In April.
(Which, for those of you in the northern hemisphere, means mid-fall/autumn). 

So it's time, already, to dig out dense, wooly, sweater-beasts, and unpack robust oil-skin boots that click heavily on rain-slicked city pavements. To rally up a collection of beanies that complement your messy hair; to wrap scarves in and around anything; to tuck your knees up to your chest and huddle against the southern winter.

From now on, I think there'll be lots grey knits, grey skies and brass jewellery; late-night fireside chats in the backyard, fueled by warming whiskey and spiced rum; Sunday afternoon couch snuggles with Scotty and Humble the baby dog; soy hot chocolates from the laneways on my lunchbreak; reading and re-reading the writers who make you forget the weather and the world; more boots, buckles, leather, metal -- flannelette, denim, conchos, studs; and sketchbooks full of seasonal optimism, waiting for the world to warm again.

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