WE ARE… Blooming

I never used to consider myself “girly”. I eschewed all things pink and floral and feminine, prefering sleek, stark lines and black. Flowers, and especially pink, only snuck into my life if it was gifted by friends or family.


Recently however, I have found myself more and more attracted to these so-called “feminine” colours and objects. I’m on the verge of purchasing a dusty pink french linen quilt cover. I was given a string of pink pearls and I LIKED THEM. Art I would have normally turned my nose up at now excites me. I want it on my walls, in my life, in my posession.

Especially the art of Carmelo Blandino. He paints flowers. ALL of the flowers. His paintings are not staid, boring still-lifes, but images filled with colour and movement and vibrancy. They speak to me with their layers of colour and movement in the strokes. Blandino once painted beautifully detailed paintings of flowers with oils and using his right hand. In a bid to erase the past and to re-develop himself as an artist, he decided to use acrylics, a palette knife and his left hand. The new style creates a messier, yet more emotional artwork. As Blandino states on his website,

“I release the weight of the past to step into the lightness of the present.”









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We Are… Feeling Lucky

Say whaaaaaaaaat. It’s 2014 y’all! Happy New Year and all those things.

As per most of our friends and fams, we here at WALD (for the newbies, that’s my “I can’t be arsed to type We Are Life Dishevelled” talk, oh and welcome!) are still walking around aimlessly, trying to find our lost possession from various chrimbo slash new years celebrations gone wild. I’m sure my phone is safely under a couch somewhere, along with part of my memory. But hey, this is why we call it the SILLY SEASON. Preach.

So in an attempt to get this blahhg back up and running, I thought it best we throw something up on this fizzle stick… Get ready, this chune is a flipping doozy…

Stumbling onto Melbourne’s talented Fortunes legit made my January. Yep. I went there. Big call? Maybe. Is it too early in the 31 days that is the month of January to say such things? Perhaps. But hey, I’m sticking to it. Why? Because they god damn deserve it.

I am experiencing so many feelz that my eyelashes don’t even know how to react. The restricted intro, the vocals, the beat, the build, the robotic yet heartfelt textures projected in the track’s 3 minutes and 56 seconds is just beyond what my little brain can handle.

And then, I saw the video…


Oh my lunch.

***Not that I’m encouraging it, but holy heck this would be a trip under the influence, nomsayin’.

Please, enjoy.

– Ness

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WE ARE… Grooving

Yes I just said grooving, because apparently I am 60 years old. However one listen of DontchaThe Internets lead single from their recent album Feel Good will have you doing just that – grooving like there’s no tomorrow.

The neo-jazz vibes, super smooth grooves and Syd Tha Kyds’ sweet vocals of Dontcha have me ready and raring to embrace the Australian summer. Just the opening bars have me wanting a stiff drink, a balcony with a view and a glorious sunset to bring in the feel-good vibes and relax into the night.

Watch, listen, and if you’re in the Southern Hemmisphere then I just found you your new summer drinks track.

You’re welcome.


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We Are… Enthralled By Layers


In preparation for this weekend’s OutsideIn Festival, I have set myself up with a pretty remarkable mix bag of mind-altering beats to tickle up my Friday. A few faves worth mentioning are Toronto’s BadBadNotGood, local cats Cosmo’s Midnight, and one of my most recent musical crushes, Oisima.

Whilst I consider music the schweet schweet nectar of the gods, we definitely appreciate the quality of a good visual here at WeAreLifeDish and I just had to share this one with you. With Oisima’s Everything About Her flowing from my speakers, I found myself drawn to the track’s artwork. One click led to another and I now welcome collage artist Jesse Treece into my life.

Good from you, internet. Good from you.

I definitely do not remember the collages of my youth looking anywhere near as eye-catchingly beautiful as Mr Treece’s over here. By using just a pair of scissors, some glue and a vast collection of vintage publications – and a sprinkle of creative genius, clearly – we are left with artworks that possess a depth and intensity that warrants a good questioning. Let’s face it, they are the best kind!

I keep trying to figure out where each layer begins and ends, what the original publication was, attempting to piece together the new amalgamated story. Its vintage style is perfectly balanced with a psychedelic flair, allowing for a moment of no boundaries. It’s almost like Jesse is letting us in on his mind trips – Awesome.

All pieces seen here and oh-so-much more are available through Jesse’s Society 6 page.

You know you wanna get in on this.













– Ness

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We Are… Stalking Ghosts


We all love the Google machine… right?

It gives us all the answers we could ever need. Who, what, when, where, and why are all quickly explained simply by typing a few words into the search field.

Then there’s Google Maps. Combined with the strength of Google Street View, we are left with an absolute godsend. It’s my go-to when I’m trying out a new bar or restaurant and I want to see what the location physically looks like… You know, so I’m not wandering the streets like an idiot whilst my well-oriented friends are comfortably seated, sipping on some over-priced martinis (of which I unfortunately can never refuse), waiting for little ol’, punctual, me.

But have you ever noticed the faces that are sometimes captured forever in a moment of Google Street View? Multi-faceted Artist Paolo Cirio has and he’s making sure we know about it, one paste-up at a time.

As our real and digital worlds continue to merge, Cirio has begun to question how the everyday pedestrian is pulled from their private lives to play a part in the establishment of commercial giants, such as the trusted Google machine. The question is, where do we draw the line on our privacy.

It could be a woman waiting to cross the road, a contractor at work, or perhaps it was you walking down Oxford St yapping away on your phone. Regardless of your momentary doings, Cirio saw an opportunity to bring these virtual ghosts into our reality.

Street Ghosts is a project that began in 2012 as a rebellious stance. Cirio traces the Street View globe finding interesting characters that have been trapped in interesting situations. He then prints out life-sized paste-ups and displays them in their real life location, creating an immediate statement of the individual’s digital presence: a presence the subject is definitely not aware of.




His work can be seen in many cities, including New York, Berlin, London, Montreal, Bilbao, and even my hometown of Sydney:




Ironically, as Cirio continues to spread his street art mark, you can follow his self-titled “interventions” on his own Google Map. Go figure.


Keep an eye out gang, you may be the face of his latest digitally freed spirit…

Big Brother Is Watching.

(Gawd, I just said that.)

– Ness

Photos via Derek Mead and Paolo Cirio.

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We Are… Putting Grammar First


Today I had a list of things to complete. There were even little boxes drawn at the end of each task, eagerly awaiting a firm “tick” to mark its fulfilment.

But then I remembered that UK trio London Grammar had released their debut Album If You Wait on September 9th and I did all but slap myself in the face because I couldn’t believe I hadn’t played it in full yet!

Well… there went my afternoon.

You’re lucky that I don’t have to talk my way through this blog post because quite frankly, I am speechless.

Hannah Reid.

Her voice. It is just, beyond.


– Ness

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WE ARE… Inspired

Men. Muscles. Endurance. Flexibility. Grace. Power.

I give you, the Men of The Australian Ballet.

You’re welcome.


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WE ARE… Experiencing The Rapture

People love to watch the fire burn.


Change is inevitable.


Spontaneous combustion.



Can’t. Stop. Listening!

Do yourself a favour, put this track on, don’t deny the pleasures of some seriously good garage music, and get that body burning!



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WE ARE… Hungering

I’ve been fiercely craving for a while now. Craving the taste, the sensation and the thrill of a kiss. Any kiss really. Little light fairy kisses scattered over my face, brutal passionate kisses that leave bruised lips, long sensuous kisses that leave you gasping for air. I’ve been single for a while and I choose my physical encounters with others sparingly – however sometimes that desire to meet someone else face to face and share passion/desire/wanting is sometimes so overwhelming I need to pause in whatever I am doing in that moment to get my self back in control. And until yesterday I had no idea that this rush of feelings and desire, this craving actually had a name; Basorexia.


Basorexia is defined in the Lecher’s Lexicon (1967) as ‘ a strong craving or hunger for kissing ‘. You won’t find this term in an official dictionary and even as slang it is not that widely used. However thanks to the world of Tumblr, I stumbled upon French video artist Anne Sorrentino, who has based a series of works upon the state of Basorexia. Her first, Basorexia I, is the most moving for me. She asked nine of her friends and colleagues to share with her a kiss – to revel in the moment of the kiss itself and not attach meaning or to confuse feelings for the actual person when performing the kiss. For Anne, “A kiss to me is the most beautiful interaction of two beings.” Simply watching the video, set to Massive Attacks Paradise Circus, you can feel the passion, tenderness and fun; and even though Anne asked them only to share a kiss with her, you can see the difference between the ones who gave in to the desire that a kiss can yield, and the ones who held their barriers up for fear of losing control.





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WE ARE… The Sound of Law

Daughn Gibson is in possession of a seriously pant-stirring voice – dark, deep, moving and oh-so-sexy. Coupled with a country drawl and double-time snare rolls, his track (the opener on his second album Me Moan) The Sound of Law evokes not just stirrings in my pantaloons, but of a caged urgency of an old soul just looking for an end in sight. The lyrics describe his being born on the roadside to a beast of a man – obvious allusions to his career as a trucker before releasing his debut LP All Hell in 2011. The cage is the cabin, the end he is looking for, the end of the road. It’s country with an indie-rock-electronic twist that had me turning the radio up when I caught the opening twang of the guitar followed by those urgent drum rolls.


There’s no denying it.


I am obsessed.


I could happily sit in a darkened room and listen to this on repeat all day long. I recommend you give it a try yourself.


You’re welcome.




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