A moment of clarity.

So I'm sitting on a tram, and I'm tired, my day has been huge and I'm ready to fall into my bed like it's no ones business, and I'm not sure why, it may be the dangerous mix of Vampire Weekend playing in my ears and general all-round tiredness, but I suddenly realise that life is ridiculously good. I look around, at the Asian girl wearing absurd amounts of white fur, the middle-aged woman asleep with her mouth ajar, the young couple in matching cargo/converse get up and that weird guy who looked at me maybe too many times, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed by their presence; by other human beings, with all their talents and their flaws, but not even these things seem to be overwhelming me, it's more just human beings, being.

We make wars, and we make families, we run countries and we fret over that text message from that girl, and we dress ourselves every morning, and we feel all these bizarre emotions for all these bizarre reasons, and the smallest thing can change our mood, like a guy wearing a nice pair of shoes, or a breeze in the sun, or an unknown person smiling in your direction, and you are all as amazingly complex as myself, yet, on the other hand, we are all so similar and so simple. Simple in a lovely way. And that's what I think I realised; that the human race is just lovely. And you could say I'm just a naive optimist, but I don't think that's such a bad thing. I'm not going to push anything on you; I just want to you to know, that I know how lovely you are. Whoever you are. And that is all.

In other news, today marked the completion of my latest film Universal. My third VCA short, and, if I may say so, my best film to date. It is unbelievably happy, and you can see the opening credits below (made by my awesome graphic designer brother Samantha). I know I promised screenshots of the film but I totally forgot, so this will have to do for now.

I can't believe my first year of film school is almost over and I still haven't watched The Godfather. I mean I tried, BUT IT WAS BORING! Don't kill me. But nevertheless, life is moving forward and there are huge things ahead. Read Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer if you want to read the book that made half my family vegan (and myself it's lesser sidekick - vegetarian). Watch Romancing The Stone, an old but timeless masterpeice (perhaps), starring a young and stunning Micahel Douglas who sweeps Kathleen Turner off into a crazy Colombian jungle romp while looking super attractive to no end. And listen to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club for some decent rock/indie/coolness with a little Strokes vibe, compliments of my housemate Eliza.

Also, I've had remarkable feedback from y'all since restarting this blog, so thankyou.

I love you all and I'll be back soon.

The boy atomic.

I'm back from the dead like that guy in that movie.

I'm back! Yes, I'm back. After a giant year of filmmaking, rent-paying and malnutrition I've decided to continue this wonderful blog; to once again pick up the metaphorical pen and begin writing again. You see, I originally began this blog to keep track of my life, so in twenty years we can all look back (and by we I mean me) and say 'What a crazy path to international stardom that young girl had!' and 'If he did it so can you!' etc etc. So I believe a recap is in order...

2010 has been the biggest year of my life. I've made amazing friends, met the strangest people, discovered Melbourne in all it's cultural and ridiculously arty glory, evaded tram fines thrice, received tram fines twice, stumbled across Savers, bought shitloads and I mean shitloads of clothing, ate more dumplings, sushi and BBQ Pork Won Ton Noodle Soup than is healthy, drank the equivalent to a small ocean in skinny lattes (don't judge), bought and killed five goldfish - in order of death - Kubrick, ( a week - loneliness) Oprah & Gail (Former from the superstrong filter, latter from her broken lesbian heart), Thursday (may have had to die for the sake of a film...) and Friday (the star of the film who survived seven days and OD'd due to overexposure to the paparazzi/celebrity life/ etc - christened Brittany Murphy post-death), saw the Room three times, fell in love, fell out of love, became a vegetarian (which I have sustained enthusiastically against all odds - particularly my mother, who thinks I'm retarded), read books, like proper, amazing books, started a terribly lame endeavour to become a poet, ventured out of my box so often it became normal, stumbled home singing showtunes, had a two-week smoking phase that consisted mainly of bum-puffing and crazy nicotine rushes that still make me feel nauseous at the thought, doubled my DVD collection, survived on $20 for thirteen days, found two awesome housemates, saw a ballet (which was terrifying), saw Gandalf perform (which was long) and saw a transvestite singing Gaga (which was enthralling), had moments of beautiful clarity, cried for hours, talked for hours, slept for hours, lost my beachboy tan, forgot bin night more times than not, saw amazing films that changed my life, bought a Princess Leia bobble-head, a typewriter and a glass jug that has no use. And that's all outside of film school. So far I've made three films, one shit, one good and one that I adore, learnt amazing skills, had my confidence injected with some sort of heavily illegal steroid, talks from John Pierre Jeunet, Adam Elliot, Stephen Cleary and other respectably amazing people, learnt what the hell the 'white balance' button does on a camera, crewed on over twenty shoots, snuck on set of the Killer Elite for a day and more or less took another wonderfully paced step towards my future.


But above all that, in 2010 I found myself... I had to write it. But don't be fooled, I didn't find myself in the 'Julia Roberts travel around the world and eat pray love everything ever' sort of way, I found myself in the 'teenager moves away from home whose only option is to delve inside and find strengths he never knew he had while simultaneously falling in love with the world and life and humanity and buying awesome clothes' sort of way. And it's true, I knew this year was going to be big, but I could never have imagined the lessons I've learnt, the truths I've discovered and the beauty I've stumbled across in 2010. What a massive year.


So as well as returning like John Farnham does every second year, I think this whole blog needs a bit of reinvention, and we're talking Madonna in 2000's reinvention, and not that Cowgirl/Double-Denim shit, we're talking Ticking Clocks and Pink Leotards baby, so in light of that, I will be redesigning a tad, for the new year and also because we're all a bit tired of this blue on black thing.


I'll make sure to have some screenshots up of my last films. At the moment I'm editing my major production; Universal, a series of shorts about LOVE and not death or sex or incest or anything of depressive nature, so once it's all wrapped up and looking beautiful I will put some stuff up. Unfortunately the Victorian College of the Arts doesn't allow it's film students to upload their films to YouTube or vimeo or whatever else the kids are using these days for free porn so chances are you will never see them, unless you really want copies and I would happily mail them too you. I'm also thinking of perhaps trying to get Universal into some festivals; I mean, it wouldn't hurt right? So we'll see what happens...


Anyway, I know I've been gone for a bit and it may take some time to win you all over again but Daddy's home and he ain't going out for no more cigarettes, if you know what I'm trying to say. Read Cannery Row by John Steinbeck and see I Am Love by Luca Guadagnino for a life changing combo of Californian nostalgia and Italian melodrama starring Tilda Swinton with a side of BLOW YOUR MIND CLIMAX, and listen to Washington for some lovely singer-songwriter Springtime tunes.

I love you all and will be back in no time.

The boy atomic.