Sunday, February 15, 2009

5) Byron Bay Reprise

2/3
All hippie jokes aside, Byron Bay was a gorgeous and welcoming spot. Like Jackson, WY in the States, people come for a weekend and never leave. It's the Bermuda Triangle of chilling out.




So chill in fact, that 4 year old girls there are totally comfortable being flung in the air at mach 90. This tiny bad ass is either going to be an astronaut or a side stage attraction at the X Games.






Days consisted of the beach and... yeah not much else

















I surfed for 3 days straight. I'm happy to report that I've found another pursuit suited to my size and physic. With a naturally low center of gravity I took to surfing like Rosie O'Donnell to a ham sandwich.






Sports Rob's body is made for:
  1. Rock Climbing
  2. Tele Skiing
  3. Surfing
If I can find 5 I think I get a steak or something

My knees after 1 day on the board. There are two ways to get knees this red. One is surfing. The other will get you accepted early admission to Harvard.



2/4
The backpacker diet- a group of Brits walks home with a cart full of beer and nothing else. Good work gents.






2/5
True, but how did this guy know?





Seeing the same thing written on a bathroom wall as in your own country makes you feel oddly at home. I swear I've seen this EXACT same thing (including the question mark) in NYC. Anyone?

Only 5?! To roll down the side of a mountain in a giant plastic bubble, that can only contain a significant amount of old vomit? Glory be, my ship has come in.

I love worthless spots tourists are meant to take photos at. Perhaps these women are so excited because they couldn't possibly be further from the rest of Australia.





Don't tell me what to do, Russell. Jerk.







How cute is this little spot? I decided to get my hair cut just cause I thought it looked nice.








Saying goodbye to my lovely hosts, Celeste and Paul. Thanks again kids.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

4) Byron Bay- An Anthropological Study


1/31- the Ballina airport

I arrived in Byron Bay, the eastern-most point of Australia via Ballina. My team and I were here to study the elusive hippie. Long extinct in other parts of the world, the hippie still thrives here, fueled by heavy doses of sunshine, marijuana and good karma. Rental cars are just this way in case you were wondering.




hip·pie also hip·py (hp)
n. pl. hip·pies
A person who opposes and rejects many of the conventional standards and customs of society, especially one who advocates extreme liberalism in sociopolitical attitudes and lifestyles.

The above definition has guided our view of the hippie for several decades, however I was after a deeper understanding of the species. For example, leading theorists believe that dreadlocks are used as a visual distraction to turn people's attention away from overwhelming stench the hippie produces, while others believe their hair is simply used to hide drugs and candles. I was after my own answers. And questions. And questions to the answers and even answers to the answers. I knew this would not be an easy undertaking.





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The hippie won't camouflage itself from other species as it has no natural enemies. In fact, the only real threat to the hippie is itself. Here we see one of the elders of the tribe donning fairy wings and slugging white wine at 4pm on a Sunday.














The hippie's diet consists primarily of organic nuts and berries as well as a steady intake of reggae music. Smurf (actual name) on the left was nasty on the trumpet.











All jokes aside, this show totally rocked. We danced hard for 3 hours on a Sunday afternoon. Set break consisted of swimming in the 80 degree ocean. So fun.















And it totally redefined and all ages show. There were copious amounts of children and infants as well as a healthy selection of white hairs in the front row. New data suggests that the hippie may have unlocked the secret to eternal youth- a fascinating discovery.








The hippie will consumer news, but only from like-minded sources such as the popular paper Echo.











World events have no place in the hippie's agenda, however breaking pieces like this are headline news.











The hippie takes creative pursuits like art very seriously, but only if they are centered on fantasy and faraway lands. I can't begin to tell you how much fairy shit there was in this town.









And crystals! I swear crystals must be the largest driver of their economy. I was tempted to have my aura photographed, but I didn't think the machine could capture pure black. Just kidding, my aura's red like the inside of Lindsay Lohan's pants. Booyah.








My team noted that hippies are one with all of nature, especially animals. Domesticated animals are marked with bright colors to establish them as one of their own.










Here we have a rare look at the hippie in its natural habitat. Their lairs are decorated with tapestries and ribbons, which create a sense of calm in the species.

Editor's note: the reason this photo is so blurry is that I wanted to take it as quickly as possible lest I be discovered photographing the inside of someone's bedroom. That's an 11 on the scale of creepy things for guests to do.








































For entertainment the hippie shuns modern convenience in exchange for what it perceives as a more natural lifestyle. Here we see two hippies at play. One is impressing the other with his ability to simultaneously hula hoop and play the ukulele.








The hippie will, however, on occasion contribute to the greater society and in doing so shock even the most ardent sceptics. Seriously, this bro had the sickest reggae collection on vinyl of all time. My jealousy knew no bounds.







And so concluded our study of the hippie in its native Byron Bay. Unfortunately my team was too charmed by the hippie way to continue its research and my interns simply got high and wandered off- a typical challenge in this field.

I did make some stark discoveries, however:

1- the lay person's stereotypical view of the hippie is deadly accurate
2- my career was likely over as there was nothing left for me to learn about the species
3- You can make fun of hippies all you want, but they're the ones banging super-hot hippie-chicks and smiling all the time
4- ummm. Shit, I forget. Fuck it, just read the report when I remember where I put it

3) Melbourne 2.0

Another week in Melbourne really solidified my love of the town and connected me with some good folks there. I was sad to go.





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For my money, My Morning Jacket is the best live act in the States right now. Granted, I've only seen them twice, but both shows (including this one at a small club in Mel) totally rocked. I implore you to see them next time they come to your town.



















































































After the show we sat in an alley. What fun!
There was a gayness to the air we could not quite explain until we realized we were flanked on both sides by the spirit of Matty J. Creepy.









Adding to the reasons to call the cops: # 413- if there's something strange in your neighborhood. Do you think they use Proton Packs for crowd control?










1/28
This one's for Mags. They took urinals, turned them upside down and made them into lamps. Not only was it really original, but it turned something gross into something lovely. Good stuff.

























And these are hands down the best male/female bathroom signs I have ever seen. Genius.




















World's simplest chandelier- another great makeshift light fixture. This was in the National Gallery of Victoria's design section.

1/29
At the NGV, I saw an amazing Andreas Gursky exhibit. I had no idea how much Photoshop this cat uses. So much so that he considers himself a painter (albeit an eccentric one) more than a photographer.

http://www.hammerheadrabbits.com/blog/artists/ag-99cent.jpg

The above involves some digital manipulation but the image shown is still real, while the below simply doesn't exist. It's a compilation of shots of a road.

http://hadaskedar.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/gursky_bahrain_big.jpg

I got in trouble for taking this photo, but it was worth it cause I hate being told what to do. Take this authority!


1/30
Street Art: A Before and After
By Rob Drury

BEFORE
AFTER
Can you believe I found chalk within a block of this?

AFTER AFTER
Some folks started taking photos within 30 seconds. That's it ego, eat up. Yes yes, have some more. Good boy.



1/31
For my last night in Melbourne it turned out there was a post-Rainbow Serpent party on the beach. How sick is this spot for a party?































You have to love a good daddy-daughter dance






















Next stop Byron Bay, home of surfing, kick-back Aussie culture and even more hippies. Didn't they hear that I'd already filled my quota for 2009?