Riding the Disco Horse

I haven’t been out to club nights in so long and yet as soon as I get to Perth my legs have been having a blast (mind the physio who made one of my kneecaps fat). My new friend Petro the disco pimp has drawn open the curtains to a new world where the dance-floor lights up with that crazy shit you can’t NOT move to. Horse Meat Disco was one of my best nights out in Perth! They are a couple of disco jockeys from London so I demand you hunt them down and party. 

God it was fulfilling.

P.S. Something else that could give your mind closure to your club night woes is the new ‘Love Saves Fridays’ happening at the Republic from 10pm. Knock yourself out. I will be there naked on rollerskates

Voix De La Ville

Is the title of a new club that just opened up in Perth early this July and will be running monthly. Fortunately I was back in Perth in time for the opening of this event and had my ‘psychedelic yeti’ outfit ready to go. It was amazing – for the first time in Perth I was banging heads with people who looked just as outrageous as I…

Ash Baroque is the mind behind this good old fashioned variety show with a twist. On a couple of meetings I can honestly say that we click – how can I resist a man with the bravery to try this one on the Perth public? He has a following of amazing/beautiful and inspiring friends and I hope to meet every one of them. 

Lets explode the glitter cannon all over Perth. Fuck Yeah. 

Psychedelic Yeti

I am back in Perth on a holiday. My motive is to finally relax after so many weeks of being high strung and devoting my time to nothing but uni work. I also aim to raise enough money through working my old job to get to Tokyo and visit my brother. I have nearly made enough too!

Last weekend I felt it time enough to rustle up some feathers and frazzle the people of Perth. I did this through the character of the Psychedelic Yeti. I created the costume in it’s entirety. It had a mask with a permanent smile and ornate detailing, and art deco feather headpiece and red circular ears. I also wore a leotard and layers of fringing, fur and roses around my neck. All made for a rather shocking and haunting costume.

I remained sober through the night and graced the clubs and the dance-floor with my movements and prowling. Many couldn’t stand the mask – through fear and through not being able to know my identity. Many wanted to touch me and even more found it sexual. I didn’t speak a word all night – just gazed directly into the eyes of all in an intentionally uncomfortable way. I aimed to be above humans. 

Photographs to Come.