1 05 2017


Instagram feed shots from Melbourne’s Honcho Disko Party, which looks like it is well worth checking out (above), and Thai actress Araya Chompoo Hargate (below). Despite her fashion icon status, her personal instagram styling has, to my eyes, more misses than hits. This is one of the exceptions.


And finally, Francois Sagat visits my favourite Paris museum, the Musee de la Chasse et Nature.

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Melbourne cholet

12 02 2017


Well, not quite. Still this “Lego Tower” apartment block is definitely a colourful break from Melbourne tradition – and I love it. I missed it on my recent trip and only learnt of its existence from a friend’s facebook pictures; when I asked where it was, I was surprised to hear her answer “St Kilda!”


And meanwhile, there is also the jaunty “Hello” house in Richmond:



14 01 2017


I recently joined instagram, mostly to brighten up my life with a feed of #instagay celebrities, avant-garde fashion icons and other assorted interesting people while I sit on the bus.


Like the flamboyantly funny Thai TV hostess Madam Mod.


New York go-go boy Matthew Camp, currently hawking his own fragrance, called 8.5.


Belo Horizonte muscle-hipster Joapane.

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The swoonsome immense_ray (言武) in Shanghai.

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Dandrogyny, who performs at Melbourne’s HonchoDisko night (how did I miss that?)

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And Japanese go-go king Kenta, now repping his boyfriend’s Korean clubwear brand, VEAKSeoul.

Bye for now, Australia

8 01 2017


Canterbury morning

8 01 2017


8 01 2017

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Goodbye 2016

4 01 2017

And so, 2016 ended for me on a real high: back in Melbourne enjoying an incredibly restorative break and a family Christmas with my mum, her dogs, my brother and his wife. I spent New Year’s Eve with a great friend at a random hipster house party in Northcote. Purple haired lesbians played acoustic guitars and bearded men twirled in sequined gowns to George Michael outside on the chilly lawns while a techno DJ spun in the living room. I taxied home at 3am back to my comfortable bed to wake up and head off to the airport, back (via an overnight stay in the shopping mall-cum-space station collossus of Changi Airport) to Hong Kong.