Russel Kiddletager
Kodak Color 200 / A-1
Eleven
Melbourne
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Posts tagged "portraits"
February 05th 2013
January 09th 2013
Digital Does
How do you describe this spray wizard? Perhaps those are the wrong words, more fondly, an aerosol assassin? Does LoveLetters is one of the finest style machines on the planet, let alone a tactician with paint. He means serious business and he brings his A game to the wall every time. I’ve been following Does for awhile now and I’ve seen such a hige development in both style and innovation. I can only say his work continues to boggle my mind and I can’t see his progress in innovation coming to any halts. Friendlier than a grizzly bear and healthier than a tree (a really healthy tree), he is Does, of the infamous Love Letters crew.
Here’s a double exposed film photo I took of him. He has a spectacular solo show coming up in Melbourne. Keep your eyes and ears open~
Kodak 400 / A-1
November 22nd 2012
A picnic in the park
Colour spoke, the light trickling along the water, jittering like a joyful toddler. Rainbow-feathered birds hung upside from branches, gossiping to each other whilst the nearby fountain playfully and gently sprayed us. Children grazed their skin on the blades of grass, dogs fetched fallen arms of giant trees and platinum-haired grandparents fanned themselves in the shade. The ducks laughed like rich socialites while rich socialites quacked like ducks. The smell of spring swept the through the air, blanketing the already ethereal atmosphere. It was beautiful.
We also so a guy smoking a bong behind a tree. Word ~
Lucky 400 / A-1
November 12th 2012
The girl in the round hat
This is one of those looks. You know, the ones in the movies where they’ve slowed it down by a few frames and the sound becomes muffled. Slight blur around the edges as you vertigo into a realm of bewilderment. A deep heart beat, faint but present, rhythms in your now hollow mind and vacated attention. As your gaze drowns in her diamond eyes you are caught by her soft cushion lips and rest easy. She blinks in slow motion. Your breathing is muted and all you can hear is soft piano keys being played alongside your heart strings. A lovers’ orchestra. Like all movies though the scene never lasts more than a few seconds. What felt like a lifetime together is then torn away by a passing courier truck. You’re welcomed back to reality. That was one of those looks.
Kodak 400 / A-1
November 03rd 2012
THSLFE
The sun flared into my eyes as I peered through the gaps of my fingers. I knew we we’re going to be getting into trouble today, but I retained my doubts and went with it. The THSLFE boys were two large figures, casting monstrous shadows in the small, but well-lit bedroom. As they filtered through photos of, what I can only describe, as hard-hitting and gritty, I found myself a tad out of my depth. We left the house with cameras slung over our shoulders, mine readily loaded with film while the boys configured their beasts for the light. We caught the tram. We melted into the leather seats, clinging to our bodies in the searing sunlight. We overheard talks amongst lowlifes and watched the light dance in this ancient tin can.
We ventured off towards bleak, inner-city suburbs, filled with hollow shopping malls and a deluge of industrial remnants. We were able to find and take a hammer from a factory. My bag, already filled to the brim, was filled with a switchblade, to which Ben reminded to me that we may have needed it, “just incase”. I scrambled through a hole in a fence, opening our horizon to the barren remains of what once was a building. I stood at the edge of the hill and peered over in disgust at the discolouring of the water that sat in the valley below. A frivolous adventure.
Returning back to what little civilisation there was, we encountered numerous characters. Cigarettes were asked from us, quite frequently from the same people. Returning to the city, I found solace in an 80’s disney cartoon. It’s jazzy aesthetics and soothing monochromatic colours was able to shed some innocence on our day. Straggling along like a distracted child-zombie, I decided not to join the boys on their journey to the holy grail of abandoned buildings. My roll of film was just about ready to pack up, so I left with their abuse of my younger age and rolled on home in the iron snake.
I’m not sure what the moral of this story is. It was both an eventful and bland day. A slow-moving grey.
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October 16th 2012
Alex Lehours
There he was, a fellow Just Another compadre, sitting across the road. Nerves began to fill my mind as I approached him. In my mind, Alex Lehours was a supernatural artist from the far off horizon of Sydney. With his sunglasses on, chatting on the phone, sipping on his coffee, I was unsure as to whether or not he even acknowledged my presence. I took a seat before him, trying hard not to eavesdrop on his conversation. I took the time to analyse his attire. It was freezing and he was in shorts. Who was this mad man?
Alex is a strange character with a stranger last name, pronounced with a frog in your mouth as “le-ooers”. I’m pretty sure we talked all day. He wasn’t rough around the edges, to which I thought he’d be. No, not at all, he was actually a docile foal. I asked the usual questions about liquid transformation and the symbolism of food in conjunction with one’s life. Like I said, the usual. We made a comment as to our conversations being so profound due to the fact we were in the company of Alex’s chief painting. This was, without question, the reason as to the spirituality of our discussions.
Alex’s work is striking and nostalgic with the dust of comics, saturday morning cartoons and pop culture influence. In contrast to his artworks, Alex has a loveable humbleness about him, something rare in many artists. Still very early into, the term we coined ‘his career’, Alex has only just begun on his artistic endeavour. With a plethora of ever-expanding skills, it won’t be long before he is the master of his craft. His work pleasures my senses and he is a pleasure to be around.
Alex Le-ooers.
His solo show at the Just Another Project Space is on until the end of the month. My advice would be to check it out while it’s on! Bring a spare pair of pants too, you’ll soil yourself when you see how good it is.
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September 30th 2012
Ben and I, somewhere or other
Speaking of Ben, we went exploring a week or so ago. I can’t remember the exact day as my memory is as fragmented as Melbourne’s sunshine, but it was a very sunny day. A serendipitous meeting after I had got off the tram as he was about to get on. We laughed at the odds. As we took an incredibly long walk to go get some film developed, I was found really flexing my brain that day. Ben can say things as simple as “I fucking love donuts” to presenting an observation on life that leaves me rethinking my entire attitude towards the capacity of one’s ambition.
This was a cool little place we found while we followed a trail of used needles. We stood around and starred bewilderingly at this gem, tucked away so subtly. As we contemplated photo shoots of half-naked women in indian headwear, swimming in mist amongst the foliage, the day was getting ready to sleep. We made our way back to pick up my film from some very hospitable vietnamese people and then grabbed dinner. We spent a decent hour out in the cold air talking. It was both bromantic and insightful. I don’t think any conversation I’ve had with Ben has been short.
I’ve decided to start posting my photos back on this blog. My various avenues of creativity should converge, instead of being separated.
Kodak 400 / A-1
September 12th 2012
Monday on an old Hitachi with the boys
It was one of those unnecessarily over-illuminated mornings. The rattling of the old train sounded like a jar of teeth rolling down the spine of an ageing hill. I forced myself to admire the faded signatures of old boys, scrawled across the interior as the sandpaper hairs on the seat cushions reluctantly embrace my rear end. The sun cuts through the glass revealing wrinkles as we discuss the relevance of current pop singers. A whiff of nostalgia sways in the fairy-like dust dancing in the corridors of light. We converse about befriending particular musicians and trampoline arguments as to why being Kanye West’s friend would suck. Mondays.
Kodak 400 / A-1
August 01st 2012
Big D painting at The Great Britain Hotel
Double Exposed
Portra 160 / A-1
Here’s a shot of ‘Big D’ I took yesterday while we were painting. Why is he ‘Big D’? He’s a god damn giant, that’s why! When the man is sitting down he casts a cold, long shadow that makes me think it’s midnight. Although, there’s not that much of a height difference, it’s more a contrast in maturity. I have no clue as to how old this beard growing fella is, but he walks and talks like a 30 year old. His only mid life crisis, I think, would be putting up with me haha.
July 28th 2012
Nathaniel in lights
Double Exposed
Kodak 400 / A-1
My new friend Nathaniel from the Gold Coast. I met him along with Joshua White, when they road tripped down to Melbourne to return me my works. They’re both lovely characters with personalities so laid back, you didn’t have to second guess which state they were from.
I’ve been busy getting some new works ready, in the mean time follow my daily photo blog here:
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I shoot film, like all the cool kids :)
April 21st 2012
The Kid
I’ve known Ruskidd for 3 years now(or there about) and I’ve been there and seen him grow into, who I believe, is the next big thing. You’ve probably seen him around. Perhaps not the face, but the bears; Rus. Perhaps I’ll let him tell you about the story of his name. His stickers and paste ups are literally sprawled everywhere. This kid has been busy!
Over the years I’ve watched Rusk move into aerosol and transition himself from a stagnate ‘street artist’ into a more mature and cohesive creative mind. I hold Rusk as a very close friend and I often forget how young this talent is. From a simple stenciled photograph, he is now slinging paint with the style, finesse and flare of someone who is always building on his practice. I get excited when I mentally glance at the large scope of his work and the potential it has to expand.
I have so much respect for him. He’s fucking hard working, works hard as fuck and is easily one of the most friendly and easy-going chaps I know. Now maybe i’m brown-nosing, but in all seriousness don’t underestimate this cute little bear character. It’s true, I often giggle to myself when i see him draw the cute little faces that he does on them, but some of the experimentation I’ve seen him do is so incredibly beyond his years. I really can’t wait to see what he does with his bears in a few years and where they end up going or looking like.
Oh, to make things clear, they’re just regular bears. They are NOT pandas. He doesn’t like it when people say they are, just letting all you comedians know that for future references or future jokes haha.
Ruskidd
March 31st 2012
Bookworms
Would it come as a surprise if I told you I’ve never finished a book in my own leisurely time before? Would it shock you, if I were to tell you I don’t have the patience for novels? Is it weird that I like spending time in bookstores; nose deep in picture books? Rarely do I actually read most of the books I pick up, is that unnatural? Would you be disappointed if I told you I have ‘Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire’ bookmarked at page 95 and it’s been collecting dust for years? Is it astonishing that I even made it to page 95? Would you laugh if I told you I always ask for the number of pages first when people recommend me novels? It’d come as no surprise that I’d never set aside time or effort to actually read those recommended books, yes? Is it devilishly ironic that i’m making you read this ever-rhetorical passage of nonsense? Of course it is, but you’re reading it anyway aren’t you? You’re hoping for some words of wisdom or some philosophical metaphor, correct? Well then, perhaps you should pick up a book?
Miss Ggibbings
Kodak 200 / Oly
March 28th 2012
New skirt On A Rainy Day
We walked with no real destination in mind. Mindlessly wandering for the sake of chasing time. The rain crept up on us, catching us both off guard. She followed me through the rain as I snapped away, despite her intolerance of the cold. “This is different” she said. The rain poured quite heavily and we had to move fast. I turned around and quickly snapped this shot. The lighting was so elegant, complimenting that new skirt of hers. It’s quite a ordinary photo, the lighting and location aren’t that spectacular, but that leg…That subtle haze of her leg, creeping through the gradient of the skirt just makes this photo. Goodness.
Miss Ggibbings
