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The Mix Match Jay Hawker Boot from Cole Haan
(via dapperdean)
Beauty. My favourite colour palette for everyday. Just add in a dark forest green, then this would be perfect.
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Finished some men’s vintage styles! Get them on my etsy with the others. :) (Taken with instagram)
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After watching The Silence Of The Lambs for the millionth time.
Clarice Starlings’/Jodie Fosters’ green duffle coat has greatly motivated me to search for one.
(Source: modemedveten)
Linkage Click here to stop the newest threat to Internet freedom
A new global treaty could allow corporations to police what we do on the Internet. Last week we successfully pushed back the US censorship bills — if we act now, we can get the EU Parliament to bury this new threat — add your voice now!
The ACTA is hardly a “new” threat to the internet. The SOPA/PIPA bills were just little offcuts from ACTA. ACTA is the big one to worry about.
Me and a couple of friends have been discussing this and came across the ACTA a couple of months ago. Pharmaceutical companies are greatly backing this one, and that is largely due to the poor health care system in America. Buying medicine is stupidly expensive. So what people have been doing, is buying the same medicine for a lot less cheaper in Canada, and then getting it shipped to America.
The 1% is losing money over this. Complete and utter corporate greed.
The worst thing about this is that the ACTA until now, was kept pretty quiet and under the table. The people of Poland recently protested against it, and sadly I have to say that Australia has already signed the treaty.
Signed in October 2011. There was NO such coverage or awareness of it.
How. Fucking. Sneaky.
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11” x 14” ink pen on gessoed wood board
(via debbiefong)
I’ve become very fond of Debbie Fong’s illustrations.
Acknowledgements 12:07PM
Dear Mini Street Sweeper Driver,
I first noticed you as I crept to a stop at the intersection of Burwood Rd/Hume Highway, while driving home from a friends’ place at 2am this morning.
As you drove past me, I have never witnessed a man sobbing harder than you did today. The tears streamed down your face, your shoulders shook up and down violently and then swiftly, you buried your face into your arms, the arms and hands that gripped onto the steering wheel so tightly, of the Street Sweeper.
The glowing red light was humming, burning brightly as I craned my head towards the windshield to see if you were still nearby.
GREEN LIGHT.
I swung my car into the turning lane and turned onto the road that you were gently rocking down. You were no where in sight.
I write this today, after waking up with an uncomfortable feeling, in the depths of my stomach.
That I can’t help but feel a little worried about how you’re doing, if things are better or not for you.
Quite concerned,
Julian V.





