Tag Archives: Punk

Feral Art of Newtown | Is it a Banksy?

Is it a Banksy? At the corner of our street, this insouciant cat saunters through the garbage in the headlights passing glare.

Banksy was here for the recent launch of Exit Through the Gift Shop at the Sydney Film Festival. Could it be?

Either way, it’s a joyful thing.

This is what I’m rocking!

Rocketcar Day 11 – #FailWhale

Yesterday was rocketcar day 11. #FailWhale (started at yesterday midnight after a party) made it with seconds to spare and wetpaint. I tied it together with wool on the starting line. We still had lift off and made it 4 or 5m down the track before taking out one of the spectators with a spectacular rocket fart. Now the severely scorched arse of a #failwhale retires to our house.

Joy Division : Taking Different Roads

Are we circling around the past forever? Or is it always a new beginning. This beautiful revision of “Love Will Tear Us Apart Again” perfectly expresses my madly confused emotions right now. Thanks to the original musicians and Jonathan Beamish at BBC for bringing the band so aptly into the 21st century.

Kickass feminist icon quizz! Belladonnalin rocks!

I am apparently Kathleen Hanna, punk feminist and riot grrl. I love you, belladonnalin!

You are Kathleen Hanna! Poster child of the riot grrls, you’ve grown up a little in the last few years. You’ve brought rape, feminism, sexuality, and wymyn surviving hard shit into the mainstream through art, music, and spokenword. You’re PUNKROCK! But, like, for real.

Post Punk Hairstyle – I’ve got it

Today I’m rocking the Mu Guiying version of my extreme mohullet. I think it’s so scary that no one, excepting small children, comments on it. My kids voted for this version, although my pigtails are a bit too puffy for my liking.

Previously, I have stormed the national conference in CSI geek girl style with my laptops and skirt topped by a partially shaved skull with little sailor moon meatballs at side. An elder(woman) actually complimented me on my sassy hairdo and said she enjoyed it. For the rest, people just look at me sideways and give me their seat on the train.

I’m wondering if I’m getting the ‘she must be a cancer survivor’ treatment that I got in South America when I backpacked solo with small child and a shaven head. Very practical, especially for women in South American (or SerboCroatian.. or Indian.. or African.. or Asian etc.) countries.

This time I must look like a brain injury survivor. Love it though. This is a really practical style that’s easy to maintain and good in the surf (no more hair in my eyes whenever I go through a wave… or under one. I keep the fun of long hair occasionally, and the feel of velvet scalp on the shorn sections.

I’m planning on more tattoos, reinking my arm and doing my skull. If I ever have the time and money to follow through that is.

I’ve been calling the style the extreme mohullet, as being bogan is all the rage but personally, I’m enjoying the Warrior Woman aspect. In China, this hairstyle got you killed. 1 million people (mainly men) were

The queue or cue is a hairstyle in which the hair is worn long and gathered up into a pigtail. It was worn traditionally by certain Native American groups, Indian Brahmins and the Manchu of Manchuria. In the 18th century it was common for Europeans to wear their hair long. To prevent their hair being caught when working, Royal Navy sailors would wear their hair in a tarred pigtail.[1][2]

This is a post punk post

I met an old punk bandmate, 

in playground of kids’ school.

Needed photographic proof,
which was forthcoming.
Look scarily like my eldest is
… exactly right now.
Found old punk graffiti 
That’s a whole nother story 
still to come.