Lane way painted blue....

This was the recent doing of a "street artist" down Rutledge lane in Melbourne, he (Adrian Doyle) painted a famous street art alley entirely blue from wall to floor! this caused a bit of controversy in the street art world and with enthusiasts alike, "was it street art", "all the other art is gone" "how dare he!" but I knew, just wait and it wouldn't be long before the next round of artists made their mark, layer by layer each new story will take its place...street art is never permanent, and the artists know that. The wall is a living canvas & this one was once a lane way painted blue...

Wild ones of Borneo - Movie premiere!

Today is the movie premiere opening of "Wild ones of Borneo", follow Bronze's adventures deep into the leech infested jungles of Borneo! 

Enjoy the movie!

Exhibition; Borneo, land below the wind

Did you know the Borneo rainforest is said to be the oldest in the world? And that Borneo is also the third largest island in the world. Well you can get to know a little more about this beautiful, wild and secret place...

Bronzebrew will be exhibiting a collection of photographs titled 'Borneo, land below the wind', in house for two weeks.

Exhibition; Borneo, land below the wind
10 - 24 Dec, 2013
Palookaville, 416 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy, Victoria 3065.

Check out the collection of custom made photo boards & get a taste of adventure at Palookaville!

Images: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bronzebrew150
Enquiries; bronzebrew@hotmail.com
Palookaville; http://www.palookaville.com.au/

Melbourne laneways & spraypaint

I turn a corner and find a new laneway I've never seen before...

coffee connoisseurs on stools line the funky cafes,
trendsetters, buskers & backpackers spill into the streets,
the smell of woodfire pizza drifts across the rooftops,
there is the hum of music from a retro boutique...

the brick lane is old and dark
what stories must these bricks hold of days gone by...

 I see a girl, crouching infront of the brick
she has a pink mohawk, ripped jeans,
she has her stencils, cans all laid out,
she cleans the first layer of grime from the wall and begins to spray,

the smell of aerosol drifts down the lane,
the walls seem to become brighter,
everywhere i look they come alive,
with art!

Then i walk,
i turn a corner and find a new laneway i've never seen before.....

bronzbrew 2012

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bronzebrew150/sets/72157631432232214/

TRAMS

 
Wires crackling

Steel wheels clattering

rail tracks trembling

trams

latte clutching

ipod touching

mx reading

trams

Shoulders touching

handbag clutching

armpits, bad breath

trams

junkies yelling

old men smelling

Big issues selling

trams

fashionable young punks

dishevelled old drunks

mums and babies and prams

black corporate suits

high heel boots

strong perfume and bruts

trams 

 

TRAMS #2

Grey dusk shrowds the urban jungle

a throng of corporate cockroaches swarm

wriggling writhing, pushing

each with a purpose of their own

Trams come clattering, wires splattering

Rattling down the track of old collins

Constant bustle, a sea of faces peering back, or out the window

As day turns to night in the urban jungle

The Dead Sea

One day I walked along a deserted beach

The rugged hills surrounded as far as the eye could see

This lonely land looked so mysterious and bleak

But its amazing what dead things caught my eye.

By the rough seas and treacherous cliffs 

a decomposing goat lay strewn on a rock

Skeletons of fish and bird were there

And paua shell littered from a hunt.

Upon a tangled sea kelp bed

Lay a stingray, black and rotting

It was a ghostly beach i found

Where the Dead Sea had been forgotten...

They call it Wanga Vegas! (tales from the trailer park)

It'd been a while since we'd done a road trip so my friend and I decided to hit the road again, this time destination Whanganui!

Being on a tight budget, we decided to opt for camping rather than fancy hotels, but on realising we didn’t own a tent we *upgraded* to a caravan! I googled some campsites and came across one that sounded pretty good; “Luxury Accommodation. Visiting Wanganui? Why not treat yourself and stay with us” The photo of the caravan looked nice enough too, though I wondered about the fine print....

Picture is for illustrative purposes only
Actual caravan may by older than the
one in the photo








So off we went on our adventure, driving north along the coast until we reached our destination Wanga-Vegas! Once you cross the bridge the main street is quite pretty, autumn trees, cafes, art deco buildings and old style street posts adorned with hanging flower pots, what a lovely town!










We decided to check-in before looking around. I asked for directions that led us to the outskirts of town to the camp ground. We parked up and went to reception. An eccentric man with a thick moustache & orange fake tan opened the door by pulling on a piece of string attached to the door handle, we went in. “Hello girls, do you like my piece of string? Now my lawn mowers broken but I can open the door with a piece of string!” Right... “So your checking in? What are you going to do here, there’s a war bunker out of town, I’m planning tours there, and for dinner, you must try the hospital meals, cheapest in town, I’ve been going there for 18 years!’ Uh-huh...? “The website said you have a swimming pool?” I asked. “Oh no we cant compete with the local pool can we, get in your bikinis girls!” He chuckled.

We reluctantly paid & got the keys, trailer 29 girls! The string pulled and the door flew open again, around the corner and there in all its glory was... the trailer park from hell! Several dingy caravans crammed into a backyard, backing onto a large swamp land. The ground was muddy and a stench of stagnant water hung in the air. One of the units had a heart-shaped sign on it ‘Honeymoon suite’, you’ve got to be kidding right?

We fumbled with the key and got into our caravan, it was everything we could expect; faded floral curtains, floral bedspread, plastic flower arrangements and a bar fridge that wouldn’t close. Home sweet home!










We decided to spend the least possible time here so jumped in the car & continued our adventure along highway 4 to Patea. There we followed the signs to ‘Beach’, at the end of the road was an even larger sign ‘DUMPING GROUND’, amazing they combine the towns only beach with a dumping ground. After climbing over piles of sticks, branches and broken computers we made it down to one of the most spectacular beaches in New Zealand. With dunes of jet black sand, fierce waves and vast ominous cliffs.










Driving back we saw a restaurant on the highway that looked like a castle, could be good, so we parked up and went in. An odd looking woman came to greet us. “Just wanting to see the menu please”. “Don’t have to” she replied “Its all out” She led us through to the smorgasbord of wilted vegetables, dry chops, sponge cake & jelly. We politely declined, not feeling so hungry after all!


We returned to our caravan and locked ourselves in for the night. With noodles, tequila & tunes, life in the trailer park didn’t seem so bad. There was only one unfortunate instant when we had to use the ladies, arm in arm we made a dash in the dark for the eerie shower block, peed as fast as we could then ran back and locked ourselves in once again. As darkness fell we blocked out our surrounds and enjoyed our holiday, applying acrylic nails and vintage outfits for a trailer park photo shoot! We laughed at the various advertisements around the caravan; “Water supply contains lime, it's good for you”, “Motel situated next to scenic wetlands, perfect for an evening stroll”, “Voted best accommodation in UK travel guide”! What a joke!
















Sometimes, its good to do things a little out of the ordinary. I mean if we’d stayed at the Hyatt, there wouldn’t be a story in that would there!