I was thinking about a song from Keating, the musical today. Paul (Paul Keating was the Australian Prime Minister and the musical is about him, btw) is introducing himself to the audience and says something like...
You had some dinner to eat, now you got a good seat
See, theres nothing wrong with being inner-city elite
Its funny because a common criticism of Australian Labor Party, Democrat, Green and other left wing politicians made by those on the right is that they are members of any inner city elite which by extension consists of chardonay-swilling over-educated snobs who are out of touch with the real Australia. (A look at the actual electoral results of almost any Australian election will disprove this).
But what I find interesting is that a lot of my circle are probably a bit over-educated, we're all a bit out of touch and we all vote along the lines of the stereotype. I was thinking of maybe playing that element up and making a bit of a joke of it in my next photoset for SG (Yes, you guys, I'm shooting a set very very soon!).
The only issue is... I reckon almost no one will get it because Keating is probably a pretty obscure musical... unless you're a political addict and an Aussie. So I guess I can't go too far with it. But that said, the idea of being all dressed up in a formal location and feeling uncomfortable is very very universal. And that's how I feel sometimes when I have to dress up as "inner-city elite". I can do it... but I'd rather be in jeans and a nice singlet top. Or even track pants. Or naked! (See how I could work this idea into a photoset? Haha).
Another part of me feels a bit guilty about shooting a set because my cousin still hasn't got back to me about doing my backseam tattoos at her studio and now that my nipple piercings are gone... I don't want to be one of THOSE modless girls. Ack! It was completely unintentional I swear! Hopefully some bright colours in my hair, my ears and my surgery scars will be enough for me not to look too 'playboy-not-SG'.
This is a bit of a ramble. I'm just posting straight from the heart.
Here, have a picture:
Me with my morning incense... Yummy
You had some dinner to eat, now you got a good seat
See, theres nothing wrong with being inner-city elite
Its funny because a common criticism of Australian Labor Party, Democrat, Green and other left wing politicians made by those on the right is that they are members of any inner city elite which by extension consists of chardonay-swilling over-educated snobs who are out of touch with the real Australia. (A look at the actual electoral results of almost any Australian election will disprove this).
But what I find interesting is that a lot of my circle are probably a bit over-educated, we're all a bit out of touch and we all vote along the lines of the stereotype. I was thinking of maybe playing that element up and making a bit of a joke of it in my next photoset for SG (Yes, you guys, I'm shooting a set very very soon!).
The only issue is... I reckon almost no one will get it because Keating is probably a pretty obscure musical... unless you're a political addict and an Aussie. So I guess I can't go too far with it. But that said, the idea of being all dressed up in a formal location and feeling uncomfortable is very very universal. And that's how I feel sometimes when I have to dress up as "inner-city elite". I can do it... but I'd rather be in jeans and a nice singlet top. Or even track pants. Or naked! (See how I could work this idea into a photoset? Haha).
Another part of me feels a bit guilty about shooting a set because my cousin still hasn't got back to me about doing my backseam tattoos at her studio and now that my nipple piercings are gone... I don't want to be one of THOSE modless girls. Ack! It was completely unintentional I swear! Hopefully some bright colours in my hair, my ears and my surgery scars will be enough for me not to look too 'playboy-not-SG'.
This is a bit of a ramble. I'm just posting straight from the heart.
Here, have a picture:
Me with my morning incense... Yummy
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thanks for the ego boosting heheheh