Friday, 28 November 2014

Saturday, 8 November 2014

south korea: school, suicide, surgery



(published 2012)

thank you emma (my favourite lead paragraph writer) for scanning this. we did this interview together in australia over skype (which is never recommended because the call may drop any time thanks to ancient broadband, plus my parents live in the bush). i really wanted to share this and the last interview with you. i would love to hear your thoughts and/or insights.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

heart of a lion



(published 2012)

you can find cabra missions on facebook. i'm always moved by the work they muscle. deng is one of the most humble, down to earth, and joyful souls i have ever met. if you're in high school, please keep them in mind for your school fundraisers; prayers would be equally wonderful. there are now three schools!

Friday, 31 October 2014

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Saturday, 4 October 2014

a fifth of the land on earth is her

there was a girl named savannah, her skin red like the australian sand. her eyes hid a library of stories in a language even she didn’t understand, for the better. she told me she was half vietnamese, half australian. she later cried, telling me she hadn't been entirely honest, she was ashamed running through her veins, was more than 40,000 years of history and 200 years of pain. she grew up in adelaide where her daddy was a myth, and her mama tried to hurt her. she had scars that ran like rivers across her left cheek, breaking into braided streams upon her lips. from afar it looked like lightning. the kids were ruthless. she'd pretend she didn't care, tilting her head back to gaze at the ceiling whenever taunts were thrown in class. no, she wasn't inspecting the smoke alarm, but stopping her hurt from showing. a few times she retaliated by telling them to 'eff off', on those occasions the teacher sent her to the principal's office.

she was often late to school, but one morning i found myself walking alongside her. 'savannah' i spoke, her name echoed free and beautiful. 'hey' she replied, carrying the weight of four thousand three hundred and eighty sleepless nights. she sounded as though she was surrendering a war. 'how are you liking netball?' i persisted. she nodded, but it wasn't a yes. her mood swung like a pendulum and this morning was leave me alone. i saved her a seat in class that day but she didn't show. rumour broke out ashley from the year above pushed her into a wall. this wasn't a fib. she broke her nose and the school nurse took her to hospital. when recess came i followed the trail of blood drops from the lower playground all the way to the teacher's parking lot. she didn't come back to school, at least not this one.

her desk was cleaned out a week later, i didn't see her but chloe did, 'she looked fine so quit worrying, you weren't even friends!' i was ten and worrying was reserved for dessert options, and true we weren't friends, but from then on, i viewed the world with her in mind.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

fe fi fo fum



shop kinobi / a curation by ally

when we shot this ally showed me some references she liked. she didn't know but one of them was a photograph that i took. i was given my own work as reference. #myworkisdone #startedfromthebottom #dropsmic

Monday, 4 August 2014

our beta test




you know when people stir the dreams you carry, reminding you every day is game day? we walked all over new york city, often finding ourselves submerged in the aspirations of others. everyone has a reason to be here, or at least everyone believes they have a reason to be here. which is a good enough reason by any means, but no one wants to be just good enough. you want to be the very best (pokemon master #that no one ever was).

Saturday, 26 July 2014

thursday sunday



thursday sunday

every time i wear an australian label people ask 'where did you get this from?' and i'm left to confirm the worst. 'you're not gonna dress like this shopping at zara, sweet cake', my internal monologue will say while i ask myself why in the world i would even internally use 'sweet cake'. i mean i don't even know this person but i guess i don't know what a 'sweet cake' is either so perhaps the moniker makes sense. i will then realise they are staring at me waiting for a response and i ponder how long i can stay silent for before they wave their right hand in front of my face asking with what they think is witty sarcasm 'hello?' when it's patience and not my response that's lacking. if they're old fashioned (or old) they might add 'earth to aimee, earth to aimee' in which i will recount the 'earth to brent' monologue from zoolander before doing a dance to WHAM! taking up even more of everyone's time. by now they want to punch me in the face so i tell them to peruse through the following labels as they are what sustains me:


my favourite days of the week are also thursday and sunday, coincidently or not.