YOUNG HEARTS ISSUE NO.1
FOR THE DREAMERS FREE SPIRITS & HOPELESS ROMANTICS
FLOWER CHILD
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ABOUT THE EDITOR My name is Pauline Skewes. By day, I am an office gypsy with a background in recruitment. By night, I am a full-time dreamer and creative editor for Young Hearts magazine and my blog What Peter Said. I am inspired by classic Disney movies, denim and leather threads, being madly in-love and Johnny Cash.
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ABOUT YOUNG HEARTS Think of your happy place for a moment. Where ever that might be. Everyone has at least one. Young Hearts aims to steal you away from reality if only for a while and disappear into a wonderland full of short stories/articles about dear life, a creative explosion of photography, art, fashion and music by talented humans and all sorts of beautiful and charming things.
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ON THE COVER Model: Amy Charsley Stylist: Pauline Skewes Photographer: Ryan Brabazon Clothes: Harley Davison Shirt Vintage high-wasted denim shorts
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contents 11 EDITORS LETTER Hello there Flower Child 12 YOUR SAY The best dam Christmas present you have ever been given by Santa 14 BITS & PIECES A handful of wonderful things
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30 LOVE SICK
The fine line between friendship and a love by Nikki Lowe
32 MUSE ME PLEASE The extraordinary woman Frida Kahlo
34 HELLO HEARTBREAK
20 DENIM BEST Denim label Billycock does Q&A with us
The importance of being the winner during a breakup by Pauline Skewes
26 SUMMERTIME 50 ways to do this summer by Emma McKenzie
36 THE DREAMERS Humans who are living/chasing the dream
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48 SPELL BOUND How a designer label, a photographer & one pretty girl spends their perfect day at home in Byron Bay
56 OH COLIN A short story about faded love by Sophie Goodwin
58 THE YOUNG GUN Meet the young and talented Kristie Webster
60 MY FIRST RIDE A handful of youngin’s talk about their first set of wheels
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72 64 TREND PAGE Take tips from the gone by eras of the 60’s & 70’s
66 CHICK FLICKS Dreamy movies for the romantics this summer
70 TOM WAITS Album review of Swordfishtrombones by Ty Brennock 72 FREE SPIRIT 2011 High Summer fashion shoot by Ryan Brabazon
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82 SHE’S LEAVING HOME
Why I’m packing my bags once again.
84 NEXT ISSUE About the next issue She’s Leaving Home
CAPTURE YOUR SUMMER
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Think of your happy place for a moment. Where ever that might be. In your room on your lonesome doing nothing in particular or swapping stories with dear friends over good coffee. Everyone has at least one. FLOWER CHILD is about the importance of visiting that place often. It’s about looking at the bad days straight in the face with brave eyes and saying ‘ok you can go away now!’ After all, yet another year is almost over, forget about the New Year resolutions you didn’t keep or the things you didn’t achieve. Give yourself a little break and while your there pat yourself on the back for the things you accomplished and the things you survived. Flip through these pages filled with love and be inspired by all sorts of wonderful humans. Wherever your happy place may be, I hope that even for a little while you are able to find it here. With lots of love Pauline xox
Young Hearts Magazine wants to know what has been the most kick-ass Christmas present you have ever been given? Mine is either my Disney box set given to me by boyfriend or the first ever Backstreet Boys album Santa gave me when I was a youngin’ (I listened to that bad boy every single day!)
Jed Alexander - Christmas 1997, my Dad gave me a bright green 1974 Kawasaki mini bike. It was so old and dodgy, but I thought it was the greatest thing ever! Ella Lantry - Christmas 1996, I didn't realise it at the time, but probably the Barbie camper van I received when I was about 6 or 7. That thing gave me hours of entertainment
everyday for years; I don't think I let my mum throw it out until I was at least nearing high school. Zoe Martin - In 1996 when I was 6 I got a secret Santa present that blew my mind, a big packet of these dissolvable, brightly coloured bath oils that were in all different shapes - my favourite were the heart shaped ones. They were squishy, plastic
things and they smelt amazing. I have no idea what it was about them but I savored those little buggers for an entire year because I thought they were magic and they made the water go coloured. Ben Nalbantof - In 1989 I received Skeletor's Grayskull Castle that featured Snake Mountain. I thought it was the greatest toy in the world!
Sabina Thomas - 1998 I think it was year 2! Nintendo 64! With Mario Kart!
Poppins’ bag. Same year the reindeer ate the carrots and Santa drank half a light beer. Magical.
Tammy Morrison Definitely last year, old school red Polaroid camera :) loved it. A present from my partner (I actually think he bought it so he could use it also...sneaky!!) it's been used on many occasions, capturing those perfect moments of my little boy and adding that Polaroid effect we all love and enjoy! He is currently out of film :( but who knows Christmas is coming up, I might get lucky again.
Mitch Lees - Christmas 1988. I was a huge fan of Happy Days and would watch it religiously from about the age of 4 so 'Santa' got me a little leather jacket just like the Fonz and this opened up to me posing double thumbs up with my collar popped in every photo for about the next 3 years. I have photo evidence.
Alex Warden - 2001, I got a flute for Christmas, determined to be the coolest of the Tomaree primary school band members I would toot that screeching whistle until my lungs were empty. The novelty quickly wore off a few years later when I watched American Pie. Sophie Goodwin Christmas 1996. Santa got me a Trampoline – he popped it right outside my freakin’ front door! I didn’t even question the logistics of how Santa got me this because clearly his present sack is like a Marry
Teigan Upton - Definitely my Barbie fold and fun house was the best present I ever got. I loved it so much that that night I set it up right next to my bed so I could be close to it, and during the night I rolled out of bed and woke up on top of a crushed Barbie fold and fun house. It was devastating. Ty Brennock - Easy Peasy! My girlfriend bought me a 1905 edition of Vitalogy, the book the 1994 Pearl Jam album of the same name is based. The copy is in mint condition, with all fold-outs and trace paper intact.
Melissa Frost – I was given my Grandmothers diamond earrings in 2000 for combined 18th birthday and Christmas – I have never worn them as I’m scarred they will come loose & I’ll lose them forever Sheryn Maddrell - When I was 12, I got a BMX bike, the previous year I got a mountain bike and Jonny got a BMX bike- I wasn’t allowed to ride it because it had no back brakes so I stole it and rode it, and unfortunately I crashed into the telegraph pole and buckled the wheel, I was in so much trouble.
2012 Fruit Diary There’s something real exciting about buying a brand spanking new diary for the New Year to come. This darling 2012 calendar features by Rifle Paper Co has 12 months of wonderful fruit illustrations. www.riflepaperco.com
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Another lovely collection from Stolen Girlfriends Club; the spring 2012 collection is equal parts cowboy and feminine. The range is made up of some gorgeous numbers from silk shorts, to a raunchy black dress and decadent fabrics. www.stolengirlfriendsclub.com
Lomokino Movie Maker It’s the first 35mm film movie camera brought to you by Lomography who is giving consumers the chance to return back to the roots of movie making. This is a holiday season must have! www.lomography.com
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Classic Penguin Books Grab some classics penguin books to occupy you on a whole day spent on the beach. Dracula and Lolita are real goodies. www.penguinclassics.com.au
Emma Soup Can Gallery Filled with goodies including men and women’s perfectly altered vintage collection 'By Emma & Chloe', hand made bits, jewelry and an eclectic collection of Records for sale. This cute little store is worth the visit. 523 Hunter Street Newcastle NSW 2300 Australia
Next Big Name In Fashion A blog for aspiring fashion designers and stylists. A place where you can find all the advice and tips in the world for making your break into the industry. www.nextbignameinfashion.com
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Beck Rochi Wedding Photography This free spirit is one talented human. Capturing the special moments of your big day is her forte. So if you are looking for a photographer for your unique day. www.beckrocchi.com.au
Lana Del Rey After getting her start in upstate New York church choirs, this sultry, Elvis- worshipping 24-year-old singer is now writing gleeful 1950sstyle is old-school Hollywood glamor meets splice-friendly with a fair share of coquettish attitude and smokeparlor Stevie Nicks vocals thrown in. With her two first singles Video Games and Blue Jeans spreading like wild fire, you might want to keep an eye out on her first album. www.lanadelrey.com
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Nasty Gal Offers a wide selection of the most desirable and coveted vintage clothing and accessories available online, as well as unique new designer pieces. All of Nasty Gals vintage clothing is handpicked with care for its style, wear ability, and quality. Each item is unique, and comes with an individual history specific to the piece, giving it a personality beyond what modern clothing could dream of recreating. www.shopnastygal.com
Dumpling Dynasty A gorgeous baking kit to create delicious cupcakes and cookies galore. It comes with a small wooden spoon, rolling pin, floral cupcake cases, recipe card, metal love heart cookie cutter, candy pink cake candles with holders and a 7-piece icing set. Plus a gorgeous metal storage that you will want to keep! www.typoshop.com.au
The Lair A rad store that stocks brands such as UNIF, StyleStalker, NEUW, Friend Of Mine, Cassette Society, Motel, Black Noise White Rain, Stolen Girlfriends Club and MANIAMANIA. It is hands down the best clothing store in Newcastle. There I said it! 111 Hunter Street Mall Newcastle NSW 2300 Australia
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Macs Milk Bar & Deli Mac’s milk bar and deli holds onto the value of the original milk bar from the 1950’s whilst combining it with the unique Byron Bay lifestyle and character. For fresh quality food, friendly service and great atmosphere Mac’s is the place to be! 26 Bangalow Road, Byron Bay NSW 2481 Australia
Johnny Cash Greatest Hits With his Hot and Blue Guitar that made him famous, this is the Greatest Hits album of the wonderful and infamous Johnny Cash. Containing a compilation album of his most loved country music. www.jbhifionline.com.au
Bruno Bisang 30 Years of Polaroids An intimate collection of portraits spanning the well-known fashion photographer's entire career. All polaroid’s are complete with charming scratches, speckles, and fingerprints. www.shopnastygal.com
Chanel Allure Lipstick Simple yet luxurious, modern & feminine lipstick gives intense color. Chanel provides a wide color ranges from tender to sensual, natural to sophisticated. www.chanel.com
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MANIAMANIA Co-created by stylist Tamila Purvis and Art Director Melanie Kamsler, is a jewelry label that draws inspiration over a range of eras, muses, music and landscapes. www.themaniamania.com
Urban Outfitters Known to stock vintage, bohemian and retro inspired apparels that include luxury brands and several designer collaborations. Urban Outfitters is known to cater for the "hipster" culture of fashion. www.urbanoutfitters.com
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1929Indian Formed in 2010, they are a five-piece band from Newcastle who plays a brand of music that echoes new wave, experimental and the more epic end of the indie spectrum. Layering ethereal trips and atmospheric jams next to air-raid guitars, the band showcases of styles and sounds that come together to form a cohesive unit, which is the sound that is 1929Indian. www.facebook.com/1929indian
BILLYCOCK DENIM & CO Young Hearts speaks to Bondi Beach based label Billycock Denim & Co who was established by the dropkick duo Jeremy Kinstlinger & Chaim Goldstein as a sleek alternative to the plethora of massproduced denim labels which have sprung up over the years.
Tell us how Billycock came about and when it all began? Jem: We were looking for something to do, something challenging and rewarding. The idea of starting a denim label came up one day and we mulled over the idea until we were focused enough to actually go through with it. We had the initial idea late 2007 and we started selling in 2010. Who's behind Billycock? Jem: The label was started by myself and Goldy however we like to think that the people we collaborate with behind the scenes are the real people behind the label - and there's a lot of people in that list. It's is a hub of creative friends and acquaintances that come together to inspire each other and work on different projects under the Billycock umbrella.
Where oh where do you find your inspirations? Goldy: Inspirations can come
from all walks of life however we make it a point to not to be influenced by current or upcoming trends. Maybe it's antiinspiration? We look at what is currently in vogue and design our collections to be radically different. What are you working on right now? Goldy: We just launched a hot video that we shot in collaboration with JAI Films. We're very proud of it as it's our most ambitious production yet and the sleekness of it definitely shows. We've also been working on the design of our website which we hope to launch really soon. We have a different story for everyone. Lately we've been telling people that I'm Billy and Jem is Cock.
So go on... tell us where the hell the name Billycock came about? Goldy:
What's the difference between your labels and other labels? Jem: We may be in the fashion business but Billycock is so much more than that a fashion label. The brand is a very real and definitive part of our lives and we like to share what we personally go through with our fans. There are a lot of labels that keep the designers and inner workings away from the public eye and one of our differences is that we prefer to be a bit more transparent with our experiences in the industry. If you could dress anyone in your denims best - who would it be? Goldy: The New York street photographer Bill Cunningham. His humbleness and general approach to the work he produces makes us smile. We heard a quote from him recently where he said "If you don't take their money, they can't tell you what to do." and that really rings true for us. Also for a man that photographs
some of the most fashionable people in the world he dresses quite conservatively and we'd love to see him in a more outrageous pair of our jeans for shits and giggles. If you could dress anyone in your denims best - who would it be? Goldy: The New York street photographer Bill Cunningham. His humbleness and general approach to the work he produces makes us smile. We heard a quote from him recently where he said "If you don't take their money, they can't tell you what to do." and that really rings true for us. Also for a man that photographs some of the most fashionable people in the world he dresses quite conservatively and we'd love to see him in a more outrageous pair of our jeans for shits and giggles.
www.billycock.com.au
I bet so much hard work goes into a label like this. Can you tell us a little story of a time you found it all too challenging? Jem: Some people say we are like a married couple and we tend to agree. When we are working together we get along and can generally sort through most of our issues but there were a couple of instances last year where we were on the phone to each other and we threw temper tantrums. I couldn't see Goldy's face but it sounded like he was crying when he spazzed out. Goldy: Yeah well Jem punched a hole in his wall and broke his door in half one time. He's way more dramatic than me. Outside Billycock, how do you spend your spare time? Jem: You'll find me on my motorbike. Goldy: I sleep with imaginary women. Last but not least - where can we get our hands on your designs? Above The Clouds, Darlinghurst, Sydney and The Unconventional in the UK. We'll also be selling our goods online at www.billycock.com.au very soon.
“We have a different story for everyone. Lately we've been telling people that I'm Billy and Jem is Cock.”
50 WAYS TO HAVE AN ENDLESS
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By Emma MacKenzie
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See the friends you never have time to see
2. Go for a wander around your area and take your camera. 3. Have a YOU day where you do what makes YOU happy 4. Go to at least one music festival (our picks are Falls Festival and Laneway)
5. Actually stay in bed past 9:00 (and don’t feel guilty)
8. Lie in the grass and look at the clouds
6. Go on a holiday and learn to relax
9. Go for an afternoon walk
7. Learn something you have always wanted to (‘parlez-vous français’ anyone?)
10. Pick flowers for someone you love 11. Plant an organic garden and eat what you grow
12. Make a ritual out of lazy Sunday brunches
25. Look through old albums and reminisce
38. Plan a holiday for winter 39. Watch classic films
13. Go see a band you wouldn’t usually see
26. Make homemade icecream (yum!)
14. Host a champagne breakfast
27. Try a new restaurant/café… or ten
15. Host an afternoon high tea
28. Go to a gallery
16. Host a dinner (get the idea yet?) 17. See an outdoor or foreign film (or both) 18. Go to a rooftop bar and watch the sunset whilst drinking a mojito 19. Call or visit your darling Gran and ask her to tell you stories
29. Sort out that closet that and decide what you could sell and donate 30. Volunteer – there are a lot of causes that need and would love your help 31. Get good at making something e.g. clothes, jam, candles 32. Take a bath 33. Have a barbeque by the water with good friends
20. Go vintage shopping 21. Write a list of novels you want to read and actually read them 22. Flick through old magazines that inspire you
34. Go to the markets early and get the yummiest food and most gorgeous flowers 35. Reintroduce yourself to fresh fruit
23. Waste the day away at the beach
36. Have a picnic in your yard with friends (wine and cheese darling?)
24. Pretty up your house
37. Make homemade iced tea
40. Sit down with a coffee or tea and read the newspaper 41. Take your canine friend for a walk 42. Cook dinner for your family 43. Stargaze a night away in your backyard 44. Go antique shopping 45. Do a favor for someone lovely 46. Write letters to friends and show them how much they mean to you 47. Try something new that you would never otherwise do 48. Do something that makes you feel good 49. Make a ritual with your friends that you will do at least once a week 50. Say yes. All of the summer fun occurs when you just say yes to the unforeseen and often an adventure blooms from this.
UO
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Love is a many splendid thing By Nikki Lowe I have sat down to write this about ten times now. Each day, a new thought enters my head or a new drama arises, or a different emotion is experienced. In the last 3 weeks I have gone from high on life, to completely low and heart broken, to back at that happy place that I try so hard every day to find. It is amazing how love – whether it be for a friend or a lover – can make you feel/do/say/think crazy things. The only conclusion I have drawn is that love is the only thing that is both uncertain and absolute all in one.
spill the beans on my relationship history. It would have been a witty little piece that would reminisce on my first love, remember the silly little romances there after and perhaps even referred to my last ex boyfriend as 'Satan' (mean I know, but if you knew him you would probably agree.) We'll save that nightmare...I mean, story... for another day. But before I knew it, all of the past had been erased and the only thing I could think about was the wonderful boy (not boyfriend) who I had unknowingly hurt and in return, hurt myself more than any shitty ex boyfriend ever had.
When I was asked to write this piece the first thing that entered my mind was “Yes! Revenge is sweet.” I immediately wanted to
To explain the relationship between this wonderful boy and I is somewhat
impossible. To do it would probably require more words than this page will allow. The only reference I could probably give you is the recent movie 'Friends with Benefits' (yes I am as smoking hot as Mila and he is just as adorable as Justin.) The only difference is that for us there has been love from the start. It didn't need to be discovered because it knowingly always existed. One other major difference, our ending probably won't mirror the grand declaration of love performed by Mr Timberlake, nor will there be that happily ever after vibe your left with as the final credits roll out. For whatever reason we can never be together. Lets put it down to me being damaged (blame 'Satan') and him wanting different things from life (lets say religion... question mark?). They are somewhat perfect reasons to keep our love at bay. We allowed ourselves for so long to share such intimate moments, all the while keeping up barriers and tip toeing around what we really wanted to say to each other/do with each other/act around each other. Every single move we made was pre mediated. It was like there was a massive censor on our emotions and to be honest it was exhausting. For both parties, it seemed. It took a third party to make us both realise that we felt way more than either of us had shown the other and what we were doing was not just unfair, but was unhealthy. We had to emotionally 'break up' if we wanted to be able to go back to the wonderful friendship we started out with. If we wanted to be whole with one another again it was the only solution. My heart broke when the words came out of his mouth. It broke like it had never broken before, and we weren't even an 'item'. But after he explained why it
had to be this way, it mended... just a little. The reason I wanted to share this is because it has made me realise that love – for whoever or whatever – can never be defined by limits. What a horrible thing to feel as though you have to love someone less just in case you make them think you are loving them too much. Perhaps its the 6 seasons of Sex and The City I have watched in the last 3 weeks, but my lord it feels as if love and lust and highs and lows have completely consumed me for far too long. It has occurred to me that love is very much on par with faith in a higher being, like religion. You can't see it, but you know it is there. You can't physically touch it, but you can feel it more than anything. Some may say you could eat it when its getting on your nerves but I wouldn't advise that. No amount of Ben and Jerry's would ever compensate, trust me. Plus, no ice cream will ever taste good with a layer of tears on top. Love is the one God-given right we all have. Whether you like it, hate it, trust it, are completely weary of it, in it or just out of it. That is all OK. The moment you start to give it rules and regulations it is no longer love. It is a lie. I read something recently that said if love is the biggest lie of them all, then we aren't doing so bad. Whoever thinks love is a lie is in denial. In my opinion, it is the exact opposite. Because it is certain and it is real and even when it kicks you in the arse, at least it is honest and these days honesty isn't always easy to find. After living with Satan for 3 years I know how hard it can be to believe in love, but if I can just let it be, anyone can. As for Mr Timberlake and I, well, some things may just never change. That too, is OK with me.
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Frida Kahlo was an extraordinary strong woman, who began and ended her life within Mexico as a painter. She lived a sheltered and painful life suffering from both physical and emotional struggles, which she used as her muse within her self-portrait paintings. Frida said, "I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best."
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“So many games are played that you can’t help but think, can there really be a winner here?”
Hello Heartbreak By Pauline Skewes Not including a handful of boys I dated for a day or two in primary school. I can easily count the heartbreaks I have endured from boys on one hand. To be more precise two. For two very different reasons caused by two very different boys. Before I go on, it is important for me to point out that this is not only about heartbreaks alone. It’s actually quite the opposite. It is about winning. Keep that thought. Ok, so now back to heartbreaks; a good friend told me once that during a bad breakup, there is always a winner. Generally this is the one who did the breaking up, the one who has a new lover first and the one who is not making psycho phone calls to their ex days later. Mind you I was
told about this urban myth whilst bearing a fresh heart wound and in fact was far from being on the winning side. I had just broken up with my first long term boyfriend and may or may have not been committing all sorts of breakup no no’s. The ones that include repeatedly calling him between 2 and 52 times per day and when that doesn’t work, putting your phone on private number and calling him again – just incase he doesn’t realise that it’s still you. How clever right? Then you become a mastermind and think – well if he doesn’t want to pick up my phone calls, he has no option but to read my text messages. Brilliant idea! So you experiment a forward, slightly begging but cool calm collected text message that you get your best friend to proof read and send it
with such confidence. Then when you either A) don’t get a reply or B) get a response you didn’t like. You suddenly suffer from Tourette’s syndrome and change your tune with your next text message. And so forth, and so forth. Not until you find yourself driving past his house for no good reason than just to see if he/she is home, you hit a wall and ask yourself, ‘Wait – what the fuck am I doing?’ And it is then you realise I am most certainly not winning here. First I must disclose about my relationship history. We have ex-boyfriend #1. 3-4 years together. At first, I thought he was shy and kind and he first found me fun and endearing. We spent our teenage days together, before life hit us and BAM! We started to evolve into two polar opposite beings that in the end couldn’t stand each other. I started to be repulsed by the lack of colour he was wearing and the piercings he wanted to get. He started to find me annoying and naïve. We went on to spend countless months causing all sorts of drama and one night like fireworks we exploded (not the good type). With fingers pointed left right and center, we were both aching to break free so much only to realise that the simple answer was that we were too young and we just didn’t know any better. This brings us to ex-boyfriend #2. Roughly 8 months together. He chased, and eventually I was caught. At first I found him witty and intriguing and at first he said he thought I was pretty and that I dressed well. We spent a summer under the sun together laughing and playing around until the baggage and scars we both carried ultimately lead us to war with one another. In the end he said I was confusing and too social and I thought he was over-protective and drank
too much. It brought around old feelings of how fast something good can turn into something poisonous for both parties. So many games are played that you can’t help but think, can there really be a winner here? It isn’t until the storm is over and you are able to see the colour in the light of day again that it all becomes clear how to actually win this thing. That the person you were trying to compete with this whole time wasn’t your ex-partner after all, but rather yourself and that it doesn’t really matter who does what after a failed relationship. You win by focusing on being able to stand on your own two feet again, by being able to say you went to war and you survived gracefully. It’s been a while. But even now I feel contemplative thinking about those battle wounds I bared. But without these faults I wouldn’t have the lessons I have learned that equip me to be a noble girlfriend to the perfect boy. A boy who’s hands I have held for almost 5 years now. I find him to be a handsome and intelligent gentleman and he says I am adorable and sweet (his words not mine). We act like children around one another and spend our days daydreaming about our bright future together. So much so that when I stop and look at him, I can’t help but think to myself that in the end. I won.
MEET
THE
DREAMERS There’s something fascinating about humans who are living/chasing the dream to pursue a creative practice and transform a hobby into a paycheck. Sacrificing freedom to work and gain experience for free, fleeing from hometowns to live in the city and taking chances by putting your work out there for the big world to see. All to live the dream.
RYAN BRABAZON
THE DREAM: My dream job is being able to take photographs that would able me to do whatever I want, when I want. MUSES: People doing what they do because they actually enjoy it.
JESSICA BROWN
THE DREAM: To own and direct a creative warehouse, where I can create interiors, style, build furniture and play with concrete and cardboard all day long. MUSES: Cooking, the universe and people who can arrange flowers, their eye for colour is truly amazing.
SARAH WEBB
THE DREAM: I am an Illustrator/Graphic Designer for various fashion labels. MUSES: Vincent Gallo films, The American Deep South, Taxidermy, Dreams, and The Apocalypse.
BECK ROCCHI
THE DREAM: Being involved in something I believe in all the way down to the tips of my toes. Creativity partnered with a productive and supportive team with a similar vision and an endless amount of passion. MUSES: Nature, humans, grandparents, fairytales, sunsets, sunshine, road trips, being underwater, being snuggles, rainbows, midnight snacks.
AARON EDWARD MARSHALL
THE DREAM: National Ambassador for Alternative/Underground Creative Arts, Tourism & Recreation. Currently I design and create clothing for my label eyeAM. MUSES: Waves in the ocean, creative individuals, Michael Jordan, road maps, odometers, streetlights, the word ‘adventure’ and people smiling.
CLAIRE SALTER
THE DREAM: I am a local music event organiser and creator of Satchmo's which aim to is be unique, classic, timeless but at the same time a little badass. MUSES: I am inspired by boredom and other people’s achievements, I love helping other achieve their goals and thrive on their motivation.
DANIEL IOANNOU
THE DREAM: I'm Graphic Design Creative working for a great studio in Sydney. MUSES: neon lights, subway signs, tube maps, parrots with pirate names, moonlight, black coffee + inspiring quotes.
MELANIE RITCHIE
THE DREAM: I'm a Fashion Publicist for a collection of beautiful labels. MUSES: Peaceful nights, fictional characters, bizarre music, surrealist film and paintings, pornography.
KIT SCHOLLEY
KIT SCHOLLEY
THE DREAM: I am the owner of an online vintage store and now part owner of Macs Milkbar in Byron Bay. MUSES: This and that inspire me, intricate material, Grandma, history, Janis Joplin, old buildings, calming people, Gwen Stefani, penguins, humor, Mariane Faithful, glitter and happiness.
ELIXIR A gypsy at heart. A dreamer. She lives by the sun. She knows beauty. She is happy. She is full of life.
E L I X I R
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SPELL BOUND Byron Bay must have something quite magical in the air, breading beautiful and talented humans from its shores like Isabella and Elizabeth Briedis who are responsible for the bohemian fashion label Lizzy & Spell. Teamed with the flower child photographer Beck Rocchi and the young and beautiful thing Taresa Oman. Their latest collaboration together showcases images that oozes a free spirit yearning for heart and freedom. With exactly that in mind, Young Hearts have asked them how exactly would they spend a perfect day.
Elizabeth Briedis
7am: Lighthouse walk. 8am: Topshop breakfast (girly debriefs with the chicks) 9am: Back home to potter around my house, sit on my deck and soak in the sounds of nature, read the paper and some magazines and listen to music. 10am: Head to the beach for a swim, catch up with Spelly and play with little Texas (her bubba) 11am: Swim, more magazines 12pm: Free hour
1pm: Creative/design meeting with Spelly over lunch. 2pm: Spontaneous blog shoot - feathers, turquoise and vintage 3pm: Listen to Sunday's ABC news radio afternoons, and bake. I'm into raw cacao at the moment and carrot cakes. 4pm: Stroll through bloglovin’ with a cup of tea and some aforementioned carrot cake.
get a massage and my nails done whilst reading the 5pm: Main beach for sunset latest RUSSH mag. with my fiancé Johnny 6pm: Seafood dinner with a glass of wine 7pm: Chocolate (we're addicts) 8pm: Sit by an open fire or on the verandah fighting off mozzies 9pm: Hop into bed. 10pm: Rapid eye movement Isabella Briedis
6.30am: I get a call from the UK saying someone has spotted Kate Moss wearing our kimono and jewelry! I scream really loudly with excitement! 7am: Texas wakes up and me and my family go for a walk to the beach in Byron Bay, grab coffee's from the Topshop on the way and play on the sand and swim amongst perfect clear blue waves, have a BBQ fry up breaky’ with bacon and eggs, then pile into the car and head home. 12pm: Dougall my partner takes Texas for the rest of he day. I head into town
2pm: Walk around town buy my dream boots, the perfect dress, perfect jeans, a rockin’ tee and a floppy hat! 3pm meet up with my girls at the Italian and have cocktails and tapas and talk girl talk 5pm: We move from the Italian to the balcony bar and keep having cocktails 6pm head to the beach and get fish and chips and watch the sunset 7pm: Have a sunset dip in the ocean at Belongil Beach 8pm: Go to The Treehouse and have wine and pizzas with friends, family and fiancé 9pm: Head home and look online at blogs and inspiring pics, then play guitar and sing songs, listening to bob Dylan, and other old school favorites, singing in harmony all the way into the night. 11pm: Snuggle into bed with my man and Texas sleeps all through the night till 7am!
Beck Rochi
7am: Sleeping & dreaming & snoozing 8am: Waking up as sunlight streams through the window and reggae morning tunes get me dancing 9am: A brisk walk through the national park and up the lighthouse! 10am: Into town on my pushbike - sunshine, earphones, air in my hair, dress fluttering in the wind 11am: Stop in at my fav cafe for chai carrot cake & coffee to catchup with friends and sit on the lawn
12pm: Back to the office to get organized! Emails, edits, invoices! 1pm: Lunchtime!! All the crew meets together for a little road trip out into the bush with a packed picnic! 2pm: Waterfalls / Bush adventures 3pm: Impromptu Photo Shoots
8pm: Hello pub! Flirty girls out to stir up the lads 9pm: Espresso martinis and a good soulful band to dance to 10pm: Happy happy drunk drunk 11pm: Midnight snack! 12am: Bedtime.
Teresa Oman
5pm: Sunset spot for cold ciders, nibbles and catch ups
7am: Enjoying dreamland snoozing
7pm: More drinking, toasting, cocktails, laughs & good times
8am: Contemplating waking up, Do I spot another sunny day out there?!
9am: Ride my bike along the scenic bike track, stop off at the beach for a quick dip 10am: Grab a coffee & ride along home 11am: Make sure my hunger is satisfied then call up my girlfriends 12pm: Head into Byron town for a little browsing. 1pm: Stop off for a gourmet sandwich 2pm: Find a nice/lucious spot to put down the picnic blanket that is permantly in my car- reminisce with my girls and discuss all the
amazing things the future beholds 3pm: Ultimate relaxing time, perhaps involving another post-sun intensity dip at the beach 4pm: Visit my boyfriend for a nice cuddle 5pm: Afternoon breeze is rolling in my mind is now conjuring up dinner possibilities 6pm: Get a nice crew of groovy gals and guys, takeaway falafels and a couple bottles of wine 7pm: Beach or Balcony watching the sunset
8pm: The evening always has many wonders to behold, head back to town for some cocktails
9pm: Let the disco shoes roll on in and head somewhere where the gals can have a dance! 10pm: Where did I find these amazing dancing skills?! 11pm: Disco shoes are beginning to hurt, time for home and snooze 12am: Goodnight beautiful life, see you tomorrow
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COLIN By Sophie Goodwin
Thighs were Colin’s favourite. He especially liked them when they were long and beautifully smooth. My thighs however, are imperfect, puckered, and disproportionate. The smell of a woman was Colin’s favourite smell. According to Colin I always wore too much perfume, veiling my true smell. When Colin was with a woman, he would caress his nose from kneecap to hipbone to pelvis. He would smell her, watching the thin hairs stand on end, watching her blush. Rose tinted skin was his favourite colour. When I blush, my skin is a blotchy orange. I remember though, that Colin also had faults. He would frequently make outlandish claims that had no evidence. That whales in captivity can communicate with whales in the ocean near Antarctica. That the Japanese don’t age well. Or that his smoking addiction was enhanced by his incompetence with a lighter. He would have quit if he hadn’t been trying to perfect the pushing down and rolling technique. Colin also had a fascination
“Colin used to record my voice, just to listen to it again later. That was when we were in love.” with the recording of his own voice. Instead of a diary he carried around an old Sony tape recorder. He said he was creating memories and would listen back to them when he was alone. He created lists of things he had to do. Movies he needed to download. He pretended it was accident when I would find it recording in my handbag… or under the bed once after we had sex. I stopped letting him record fights because it became impossible to win. It meant that Colin’s answering machine recordings for his landline, were always ridiculous. Sometimes in the recording he was trying to play cool: “If you could err leave a message, and you know say your name and stuff…beep”. Other weeks it was a comedy act: “Hi. This is Colin’s answering machine.
He's not here, but I'm open to suggestions… beep”. Other weeks he was trying to be very serious like a secret agent: “This is 0298130652… beep”. Colin and I though, used to be just friends. Friends that didn’t search for faults within each other. Colin admitted he stopped thinking about me as a friend when he saw me get out of the shower. My skin was blotchy, the make-up wasn’t properly washed off my face, and my hair was matted and flat. He said it was incredibly sexy in a strange way. It was very nude. I first thought about Colin sexually when we went swimming at the beaches in Port Stephens. I ogled his penis through his Speedos when I thought he wasn’t looking. Fascinated by the limp outline. We had a cold shower together fully clothed to wash away the sand. The cold water made us cling to each other. Colin used to record my voice, just to listen to it again later. That was when we were in love. Apparently though, I was never any good to record. I walked away midconversation, and yelled from different rooms. I sighed a lot, and talked too close so my laugh became piercing. For our six-month anniversary, Colin gave me a mix-tape on which he had written ‘paramount moments’. These included a muffled Simpson’s joke that we repeated at every opportunity. There was a recording that sounded like tumbling around a dryer, but it was actually when a bookcase fell on Colin with the recorder in his pocket. There was one high-pitched sound that was actually what his dog’s bark used to sound like. The sound of us kissing. Colin recorded the credit music of 10 Things I Hate About You, the movie we watched on our first date. Eventually we fought more, and stopped having sex. I stole the tape recorder and
listened to him have a flirty conversation with another woman. I broke that fucking tape recorder. He screamed that I violated his privacy. I told him he was a gimmick with no direction. He said I was all direction, and no reflection. We got on with our lives. I stopped believing in God. During the break-up Colin changed his voice mail message to something much more somber. “Hi my name is Colin Dewberry, leave a message, or not, whatever, bye… beep” And also: “If this is Sophie, I’m not here… beep”. Sometimes melancholic: “Merry Christmas, is it? Is it? Leave a message…beep.” When it finally settled down to: “This is Colin, leave a message’. I left a message. And we went out for a drink. We played Xbox and discussed top moments in TV history. Number one spot went to Seth Cohen jumping on the coffee cart in The O.C. Number two spot closely followed with Bert Newtown calling Muhammad Ali ‘boy’. We discussed why we failed. Colin now has a hand-held digital camera and is still busy recording moments. He is one of the most annoying Facebook friends, with constant status updates. Colin is eating a very predictable mac and cheese. Colin has a wife. He married at 24. I though that was too young. She is quiet and a good listener… And she has the most amazing thighs.
THE G N U O Y GUN
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Kristie Webster is one talented 19-year-old girl who is smitten with love art, fashion, music, craft and bunnies. She is currently studying Visual Arts at University, with photography and illustration being her forte. It seems as though she has life at the palm of her hands, yet she leads a simple life and wishes she could live on hot chips and coke for the rest of her life. When looking at Kristie Webster’s illustrations, you can’t help but run away into an imaginary place where everything is sweet and whimsical and there is no baddies at all in the world. This sweet young talented girl must has a knack for finding a fine line between fictional and reality drawing inspirations from dream-like illustrations.
She scored a gig with Lifeblood Clothing who teamed up with Kristie using one of her designs on one of their tees for their 2011 winter range 2011. The print reminds us of the days gone by from our childhoods making us feel nostalgic about being a youngin’ once again. Kristie enjoys reflecting back on the good old days of dressing up in her Mum’s high heels, red lippy and pearls, building paper boats and colouring-in. Kristie’s has also started her very own online magazine called Pony Anarchy, which she dedicated to the creative folk, for creative folk. We aim to inspire share and provide exposure to the young and fresh talent of the world. Who knows what else is next for this young gun.
MY FIRST RIDE The moment you get handed over your first set of car keys is the first time you are given your youthful freedom. Ready to roam the streets accumulating spare change with your friends in order to get you from A to B. Here are some stories of how these young ones said their hellos and goodbye’s with their first ride.
By Ty Brennock
What was the first car you ever owned? The first car I ever owned was a 1989 Nissan Pintara Executive station wagon, white, handed down to me by my parents. It provided me not only freedom on weekends to jaunt about, I think it provided them freedom from taking me and picking me up from my after-school work at KFC. I could take girls on dates, for ice cream. What did you do to earn this car? I was a good son, that’s how I earned it! I have KFC to thank for allowing me to pay for petrol, registration, speeding tickets and only the coolest of window stickers. That really didn’t leave too much to allocate towards mechanical upkeep, unfortunately. So it was prone to requiring the idle speed being permanently turned up to stop it from conking out whenever I pulled up. Tell a little story that you have together? Dad gave me a good luck charm in the form of a smiley face that hung from the rear-view mirror. It was a beaten up, burnt-yellow hard plastic smiley that had seen better days. Dad said it kept him safe, and for me it would do the same. True to his word, the only accident I got in was slowly bumping my mate’s car in front of me while we were both pulling up at a set of lights and looking at a group of girls. Why/how did you say your goodbyes? I was seeing 2 girls at the same time, and on the night of the Sydney Olympic Opening Ceremony I visited the new girl to hang out and watch the thing on tele’. Unbeknown to me, my car was collected by some local brats, driven a few k’s out of town, and left on a fire trail. Whilst I did find the car the next day, I knew as well as Earl that karma was in play. Sold it as quick as I could for $1,500, which I will probably face karma again for.
By Hazal Alkac
What was the first car you ever owned? A Daewoo! It was such a trooper! I named him Woo. I never got anything fixed on it and it still got me around town. The mechanic said that if I didn’t get the brakes fixed that they’d stop working soon... but little Woo never let me down. What did you do to earn this car? Nothing. My parents gave him to me. It was originally my sisters but she went to live in London so I guess I earned it by staying around. Tell a little story that you have together? We had some great times together! But I remember it was my sanctuary when my boyfriend and I broke up because if it weren't for him... I’d be stuck at home. So thank you Woo for keeping me social! Why/how did you say your goodbyes? He eventually got stolen in Sydney's west and I got the insurance money...and spent it in Los Angeles having fun. So now I’m carless and slumming it on the trains and buses in Sydney. It’s the worst.
By Kieran Morrissey
What was the first car you ever ownedIt was a blue Daewoo Cielo, which my friends affectionately called 'The Gaywoo'. Such an inventive and fitting nickname because there certainly wasn't anything special about it. The term might have come about because it was blue bordering on purple. Purple should not be a car color. Ever. It had a massive ding in the rear panel when I bought it and the radio skipped every time it hit a bump in the road. What did you do to earn this car? Well I had to show love for my mother for 17 years and that love allowed her the opportunity to buy me The Gaywoo. My saving skills have still not improved as I do not currently own a car but I did pay her back. Tell a little story
that you have together? The Gaywoo had a fairly short life with me. Approximately 12 months and as such I can’t even recall a fond memory. Another story involves my second car, a Kia Credos (I think I had a thing for discontinued Korean car models), in which I had to kick an acquaintance out of my girlfriend’s birthday for being too drunk. I then awoke the next morning and went to pick up my car only to find a shit had been taken on the front windscreen. Classy, classy dude. Why/how did you say your goodbyes? Back to The Gaywoo, as I said it didn’t last me more than 12 months. I put 18,000 km’s on the car in less than 12 months without changing the oil once. Then on the way back from Uni at about 9pm one night, the cars started spluttering oil and smoke everywhere whilst a truck was coming up behind me. The car died a sad death on the side of the road. Cause of Death: Neglect.
By Pauline Skewes
What was the first car you ever owned? He was called Proby. A tiny little green Proton Satria. It wasn’t really mine. It was my Dad’s but he was a darling man who let me take Proby absolutely every time I wanted to go somewhere. It was one of those unique cars that everyone knew was mine. I liked that and I think Proby liked that too. I speak like he was a person and he kind of was. All my friends to this day could tell you about him and how he got us around through our teenage years to carry on with so many adventures. What did you do to earn this car? To be frank a lot of begging. Like a lot. Tell a little story that you have together? Proby was the car that my Dad took me for lessons on my L’s. Every
morning before school at about 7am my Dad would be waiting for me to teach me some solid driving skills in order to get the magical red P representing my ticket to adolescent freedom. I was one of the first to get my P’s in our year and I put that down to the dedication of my Dad to go with me and rack up those 50 hours. Why/how did you say your goodbyes? Proby did pretty good considering I didn’t know how to wash a car let alone change the oil. In the end he was 11 years old with a mighty 315,000kms before I let him go to hopefully make someone else happy for a little while longer. It was very emotional for me and to this day when I see a little green car rocking around I hope it’s him. I’ll miss his freckles the most (spots of peeling paint on the bonnet).
By Luke Hawthorne
What was the first car you ever owned? My Mum's Toyota Camry 2000 Sedan. Still own it now. Enjoying its slow and eventual death. "Captain Camry" was his nickname. I always figured it was a boy car, not a girl. What did you do to earn this car? I worked at BIG W, withdrew all of my savings my Grandma had stashed away for each of her grand-children, and I think I won a public speaking competition; so I bought the car from my Mum. Tell a little story that you have together? One night, while making out with a certain someone in King Edward Park, the gates were locked and closed and I had to drive the Camry through the park, off-road, to escape! Why/how did you say your goodbyes? Captain Camry is still on the road. I think he has about two more rego' checks before he is donated to a scrap yard. I'm sure it would've lasted longer if I'd taken better care of him, but, then again, it's only a car.
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FLOWER CHILD This summer fall in-love with the sun and celebrate your freedom of following the music festival trail. Craft together your own rock’ n’ roll look, be it fringed leather ponchos or leather and leopard galore. The most important thing is to let your hair down and hold the hands of the ones you love. Find the flower child in you.
new harvest garland by sportsgirl $20
charlie leather clogs by Jeffrey campbell $150
paisley metal plait belt by mink pink $30
vintage sunglasses by dior $325
daphne dress by subtitle $80
the bianca ferry flop by market hq $139
abby lee ring by maniamania $360
joplin leopard flares by evil twin $90
viper room bustier by style stalker $160
DREAM A LITTLE
DREAM
Sometimes there are those rare films that come about which make our hearts melt. This summer, take some time out from reality for a little while longer and fall inlove by these oh so dreamy films.
THE VIRGIN SUICIDES
THE BLUE LAGOON
THE DOWN LOW A group of male friends become obsessed with a group of mysterious sisters who are sheltered by their strict, religious parents after one of them commits suicide.
THE DOWN LOW Two young children are the sole survivors of a shipwreck. They are stranded on a tropical paradise island. Years later, the two teenagers are living in a self-constructed hut as strange emotions start influencing their relationship.
DREAMY BITS & PIECES The entire movie gives us tales of the lives of an eclectic group of men who live in an affluent American suburb in the '70s are forever changed by their obsession with five doomed sisters. The highlight however, is easily the dreamy Kirsten Durst who plays the character Lux Lisbon to the tee, a sexually aggressive teenager with seductive yet innocent eyes. Oh and also the scene Josh Hartnett’s character Trip Fontaine first is introduced. What a dreamboat!
DREAMY BITS & PIECES You get to watch young romance blossom between two kids who have known nobody else but themselves. All the while you are lusting over the hut that they have made on a deserted tropical island and the long locks of the young and insanely beautiful Brooke Shields.
AMELIE
THE DOWN LOW Amelie, an innocent and naive girl in Paris, with her own sense of justice, decides to help those around her and along the way, fall in-love. DREAMY BITS & PIECES Amelie tells the story of a girl with a highly active imagination. In most parts of the movie it shows Amelie in her shy and introverted ways and how she lives alone in a small apartment in Paris. Amelie spends her days working at a local Parisian café, pines for the love of a strange boy who stalks the instantphoto booths of the Metro, and silently observes the lives of her neighbors. I can’t help but smile throughout this whole movie.
LOLITA
THE DOWN LOW A middle-aged college professor Humbert marries his landlady because he becomes infatuated with her 14 year old daughter who he takes advantage of. DREAMY BITS & PIECES There is one scene in this movie that always gets me. It is when Humbert first discovers Lolita reading a book on grass in her front yard as she looks up to him and smiles with braces on her innocent smile. The naivety of Lolita is so charming and fanciful it just blows my mind. The course of adolescence is so amazing to watch in this film.
THELMA & LOUISE
Vicki Cristina Barcelona
THE DOWN LOW An Arkansas waitress and a housewife shoot a rapist and take off in a '66 Thunderbird. They decide to go to Mexico, but soon the American police hunt them down.
THE DOWN LOW Two girlfriends on a summer holiday in Spain become enamored with the same painter, unaware that his ex-wife, with whom he has a tempestuous relationship, is about to re-enter the picture.
DREAMY BITS & PIECES This movie is the ultimate girl power chick-flick. Louise is An Arkansas waitress and Thelma is a beaten down housewife aching to break free. It makes you dream about route 66’ and the western inspired fashion attire that these liberated women wear. Plus, you get to see Brad Pitt shirtless in his 20’s after he has a hot fling with Thelma and ultimately robs the two of their belongings. A+
DREAMY BITS & PIECES Woody Allen has never disappointed me with any of his films. Not only does this movie make you want to pack your bags and head for a summer filled with exotic romance in Spain, but you get to swoon over some real good looking people for the whole duration of the movie. Including a minx such as Scarlett Johansson and the one and only Penelope Cruz.
Swordfishtrombones By Ty Brennock So how is it, you ask, that the local branch of the city council library and actor/director Tim Robbins kicked off a near obsession with Tom Waits’ “Swordfishtrombones”? I’m a Pearl Jam tragic, ever since hearing “Ten” at my cousin’s 18th birthday in early 1992. So when I was excited to hear that 2 songs were featuring Eddie Vedder with Nusrat Fatah Ali Khan were hand-picked by Tim Robbins for his “Dead Man Walking” film I urged the music buyer at the library to include it on the next music purchase list. When I got through the multiple plays of
the Eddie Vedder songs, I was opened up to a new world of maturity in my music tastes. I was 15, and found myself loving the artists on this soundtrack like Springsteen, Cash, Steve Earle and Patti Smith as much as I loved Pantera, Dinosaur Jr, Helmet and all the other “teenager” music I was listening to (and that was openly acceptable amongst my staunch peers). But 2 tracks stood out to me just as much as the 2 that made me borrow the album, and they were “Fall Of Troy” and “Walk Away” by Tom Waits. I had not heard anything so abrasive and so interesting, ever! Hard music didn’t have to be Slayer. Country music didn’t have to be
Garth Brooks. Folk music didn’t have to be Simon & Garfunkel. Tom Waits was all, and the best at each! I wanted more. Amongst the W’s on the library shelf was “Swordfishtrombones”, the 1983 album where Tom moved away from his bar-room baroque and into a darker industrial place filled with characters from near and far, drawing inspiration for song writing from within and from troubadours, Casanovas and prostitutes he’d had brushes with along the way. “Underground” opens with a clank and a drum-roll, and you almost feel like you too are rummaging on the shore about to board an iron floating city headed for a far-East Oriental port, as Tom instructs, “Fill your pockets up with earth; get yourself a dollar’s worth!” “Shore Leave” takes the listener ashore, and into the back alleys and gambling dens of presumably the destination port town. Never before, and not since, has a album caught my imagination so cinematically. I remember laying on my bed with the headphones in, complete dark, starting my journey through “Swordfishtrombones”, hearing shells hit the floor in “16 Shells From A Thirty-Aught Six”, presenting a flag to the sky whilst proudly leading a parade of misfits along to “In The Neighbourhood”, and empathising completely during “Frank’s Wild Years” despite never having had a shelf life with a job I wanted to fuck, a wife I wanted to leave, or a mortgage I wanted to kill... nor a miniature diseased dog. Not only was it a turning point in my musical scope, it was for Tom Waits also. The albums that followed were more of the same, though nothing was similar... “Rain Dogs”, “Frank’s Wild Years” (spawned from the fore mentioned character), “Big Time”
(a live testament to his fucked-up cityjangles and sea-shanties), and on it goes to “Bad As Me” (due for release this month on Anti). Each record is listed as “Unclassifiable” in my iTunes genre category, and rightfully so. Tom Waits sounds like Tom Waits (and a little like Captain Beefheart). “Swordfishtrombones” kicked this uniqueness in the bum-bum, and is the reason Tom sounds as he does now. Thank fuck for “Swordfishtrombones”, otherwise I may be stuck on the overpopulated Isle of Mediocre, yo!
FREE SPIRIT HIGH SUMMER 2011
Free spirits Wandering traveller Double denim Thelma and Louise Western bohemian The pit stop Summer daze Route 66 Flower child
STYLIST Pauline Skewes PHOTOGRAPHER Ryan Brabazon MODEL Amy Charsley
SHE’S LEAVING HOME WORDS PAULINE SKEWES I have taken off in some sense or another twice before in my life. Once when I was 18 - a fresh recipient of a broken heart, I fled to another state to escape my small town in which the boy I was trying to avoid also dwelled. My new whereabouts was only a one-hour plane trip away and even then I missed my fathers cooking, my friends laughter and the ocean I grew up around. I found self-respect and dignity that was taken away from me within the loneliness and isolation that I endured and months later, I came home. When I turned 20 years old, I packed my bags once again to seek independence outside the roof that was provided for me for so many years growing up. I was eager to pursue a livelihood that one cannot find within the streets of the town I grew up amongst. I had only moved to a different city a short drive away, but it was enough for my career to bloom and my maturity to ripe. Years later, this is where I still live today.
Now, I am 24 years old. With my plane tickets tucked away within my bedside table and my Visa being orderly prepared I am almost ready to pack as I can see that the pending goodbyes are near now. My mother is starting to worry and my beloved friends are practicing their well wishes. For in a few months time, I am leaving home once again. A boy that I have known my whole life, the same person who I have loved and held hands with for almost five years now is coming with me to see the world. We are going to chase freedom and change. Before life chases us and ties us down to heavier things. For me it has been an incredible year. December often triggers a game that everyone plays quietly in their head, of reflecting back on the year that has been. Pinpointing achievements, appreciating the people you have met, the lessons you learned
from the things you did and the things you regret and more importantly everything you are dreaming for and hoping for in the New Year to come. This year, I have achieved so many things, most valuable to me is confidence - in which I lost and found again on numerous occasions. I am confident of a dream I have set in concrete and daydream constantly about in my head. To which I have sacrificed so much of my time and toil to building. So much so that it has often taken my attention away from other things like spending time with friends, being around family, holding a certain boys hands or the enjoyment of peacefully doing nothing at all. It made me ask myself – How do I want to spend the summer before I pack my suitcase and leave home? And it was as easy as this. I wish to be free. I am determined to spend more down time with the people I am going to sorely miss. I wish to step away from my computer screen and focus on the beauty of the real world. Where I will prepare my packing list and spend time with my mother who promised to teach me how to cook many things before I hug her goodbye for a long while. I am planning to ditch my ‘to do list’ and do the things that make me content instead. Like spending hours by the ocean, listening to Johnny Cash of a nighttime on my porch and starting to read Mrs. Dalloway. So – where to from here? This summer, I will cherish the freedom I have granted myself and collect inspirations from the people I am going to miss. Whilst on the road in America for three wandering months, I will gather treasures in forms of memories, photographs and stories to share on my blog WHAT PETER SAID. With London as my next stop and the place I will
call home for the unforeseeable future – there we will meet again my flower child. As I unpack my bag, I plan to also unpack the muses I have gathered during my travels for the next issue SHE’S LEAVING HOME. Until then, I hope that these pages have found you well. I hope that at the very least, you were able to laugh, be inspired or simply relate in some way to the first issue for Young Hearts FLOWER CHILD. But mostly, I hope that you too grant yourself to freedom that you deserve. Whether your planning to pack your bags like myself or if you are staying put - make sure that you are spending your precious time on the things that make you happy.
SHE’S LEAVING HOME
ISSUE NO.2 Release Date : June 2012 (Excuse my absence whilst I become a rubbe r tramp)
WHAt PEtER SAID He said ‘Young Heart Run Free’. This I must do.
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