

i am a vegetarian who wears vintage fur. work that out...
[actually technically i'm not a vegetarian anymore because occasionally i eat seafood. pregnancy can make even the firmest political philosophy go awry. we've all got an excuse.]
one punk monk[ey] goes off the beaten track:
no map. no structure. no accountability.
just grit & glitz.




wednesday night, downtown sydney with a hankering for dumplings. with the ubiquitous chinese obsession to throw pork into every possible dish in sight it's often a tough call to fight it out for the few vegetarian[ish] options on the menu which is what happened on our late night circuit.