one punk monk[ey] goes off the beaten track:
no map. no structure. no accountability.
just grit & glitz.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
windows into the soul
i've always preferred the city at night.
stone cold obtrusive facades come alive & let the outside in with softened edges. these bureaucratic corporate dollhouses inviting alice irrevocably to dance within glowing hitchcockian rear window boxes unconfined.
creative dysfunctional colour child + renegade fringe dweller of possible worlds. a bonafide cinephile + lover of magic. founder of punk monk propaganda: an active mutating experimental film tribe + socio-political art collective spawned from sydney's industrial fringe.
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