“I’ve been following you, trying to shoot you. I’m just trying to get a picture of you side on because your make-up is awesome.”
“Only if I can take a picture of you first.”
Cue zombie noises.
I love this shot. She reminds me of a left-over the morning after Mardi Gras. She was loving her handbag hard.
“My daughter stopped eating when she was 11. She started to waste away and we admitted her to Hobart Hospital where she stayed for 6 months. She just refused to eat and was on a drip. We moved to Sydney and then she went to Westmead. Anorexia is a sickness of the brain and people just don’t understand. It was incredibly hard to watch.”
“How is she now?”
“She still struggles. She’s 28, and she’s ok, but it’s still in her brain.”
“It makes me happy to see sexy girls like you.”
“Did you really do it with Kylie?”
“A gentleman never tells.”
…..but a printed tee shirt is fine.
“When my daughter, Liza-Jane, was 6 weeks old she contracted meningitis. She was in isolation for a week. The most vivid memory I have was when we went into emergency and they didi a spinal tap. They bent her around like a peanut and jabbed a massive needle into my wailing child. I’ve never felt more powerless, or more grateful.”
“I’ve just had a child, his name is Banjo. My partner’s cervix was swollen and suddenly they said she needed an epidural and a caesarian and it was all really crazy. It’s easy to watch Monty Python and think that babies just fall out but when they cut your woman open it’s really full on.”
Chris was working the bar at an awesome party I went to. The company is called Trolley’d and they’re all dressed as flight attendants and the bar is an old Ansett trolley. Could not recommend them higher.
“I’ve been on the streets about 19 months. I had a job but my boss was embezzling money so now it’s all in court and 4 of us guys never got paid. I couldn’t get another job, I lost my place, and I can’t get benefits because I have no address. So now I beg on the streets.”