Profile Me for ACMI & The Sisters Hayes

Fuck, it has been a long ass minute since anything has been posted up here. I've really been missing the motivation train lately. There aren't any other excuses, I've surely had time to write something but I've just been lazy as shit. Nothing's different. 

So when I saw a reminder about this project being run by ACMI, I thought I'd take advantage of it as a helpful push back in the direction of regular reflection and creation...as well as potentially taking part in the works of some awesome artists. 

Naturally, I chose to go with the questions set out by The Sisters Hayes because I can't go past three sisters who are channeling Frida Kahlo in their bio photo. So here are my responses.

The Sisters Hayes would like to know:

1.     What did you (or do you) want to be when you grow up?

      As a child I wanted to be a lot of things – shopkeeper, author, teacher, artist. Now, I just want to be happy.

2     How many siblings do you have and what is your birth order (oldest, middle child, youngest, only child)?

I am the oldest of three girls. I love my sisters to death and I hate being so far away from them.

3.     Are you doing what you love with your life? Why or Why not?

There is a lot of love in my life at the moment. Living in Melbourne, writing for a publication I have loved for a long time, sharing my days with the most amazing man. It’s been a long time coming and I had to leave a lot of other loves behind but these are truly the best days of my life. And it’s only just getting started.

4.     What is your favourite hobby or past time? Is this something you prefer to do alone or with others and why?

As little as I do it these days, writing will always be me refuge. I always do it on my own because so much of my writing comes from a dark place; not in a sombre/depressing way but in that what I put on paper is often something I can’t easily convey in any other way. The conflict then becomes whether I share that with everyone, or anyone, else.

5.     What is the most embarrassing song on your iPod that you do not want to delete?

I don’t think I have any songs I’m embarrassed of. I love what I love and no one can really tell me otherwise in regards to my playlist.

6.     Describe an important place to you. Include things like what season or time of day it is. Also let us know of any important smells or colours you associate with that place.

My grandparents’ houses have always been integral in our family’s lives. My dad’s parents in Perth have lived in the same house in the suburbs as long as I can remember. The biggest family gatherings would happen there, the shelves and walls are overflowing with grandchildren and it always smelt of soap…or cooking oil. Exposed brick walls, carpet and tiles from the ‘60s and ‘70s, furniture – everything was beige or brown or something in between.

In Melaka, my mum’s father lives on a fairly big property in the village. The house was fairly small but I always used to look at it like they were palace grounds – always so green, huge tropical trees and bright flowers everywhere. At one point he kept a monkey, Aliyah, that bitch was crazy. I would always wake up to blaring sun and the smell of burning mosquito coils and rubbish. There was always a smell of smoke, but never in a bad way.

They both seem like worlds away from each other and in a physical way, they are. But I always found a familiarity and safety there. This is where our lives began and where they are still prayed for and appreciated and celebrated. I’m fortunate to still have these places, and the people that live in them, to come back to.

7.     What three things do you ‘feel you need’ to carry with you (other than your phone, wallet or keys)?

I always need a pen and notebook. As much time as I spend on the computer in my various professional roles – not to mention my terrible social media addiction – I can never disregard the therapeutic nature of putting ink to paper and being able to flick through memories and thoughts of days past. Other than that, I always carry the memory of yesterday to help me push forward and appreciate the things I achieve and have today.

8.     What fictional character do you most identify with and why?

I fucking love Arthur (aka Wart) from the animated Disney version of The Sword in the Stone. I can’t say I’m unfamiliar with being that awkward skinny squire-type kid knowing there was always some bigger, deeper, fantastical adventure awaiting me.

9.     What book OR movie do you enjoy reading/watching over and over again?

I grew up on Disney movies and Alice in Wonderland was always on high rotation in the VHS player. I could still watch it over and over to this day – there are so many positive emotions, moments of wonder and the beginnings of dreams that I can attribute to watching that animated movie.

10.     Describe something you wear that makes you feel confident, happy or powerful.

Many can attest that I am the most indecisive dresser on earth. My favourite outfit today could bore me tomorrow and, more often than not, I am not content with anything in my overflowing wardrobe. The only thing that pulls anything together for me is my pride – pride in my work, pride in my life, pride in my achievements, no matter how big or small. I wear my pride all over my face and it’s the only thing that guarantees my head is held high on any day. 

K.x

Khairun Hamid

khairun.h@gmail.com

I'm late!

I don't really know why it's been so difficult for me to write lately. There have been multiple drafts and countless thoughts but apparently none have been good enough to finish and publish. It's the ongoing battle I seem to have with motivation, inspiration and harsh self-criticism. Being a perfectionist is a pain in the ass.

My intention to 'just do it' hasn't exactly taken off. Well, it did. And then it slowed down and stopped, mid-air, and is in the fast and dramatic process of crashing and burning. My inclination to 'just do it...really really fucking, ridiculously, awesome' has overridden all other philosophies.

I've found both solace and slight depression in speaking to other creative types. It seems as though the people I know are equal parts industrious and confused. I feel I sit somewhere in the middle and have been sitting there for quite some time. My ass is fast becoming deeply imprinted in this writer's block rut. It's infuriating.

Today* I attempted a spring clean. It was incredibly superficial but somewhat effective. I did not dare touch my wardrobe - fuck knows what disasters lie in there - that would require and entire weekend and a lot of discipline and strength. All of which, today, I did not have. Instead, I stripped my walls and cleared out my work desk. A good purge works wonders. Not that I really threw anything out. Just stored away in a box. Out of sight, out of mind.

I feel I have this fear of looking at things in all their excessive, disgusting glory. Facing the situation as it actually is and dealing with it, cleaning it all up, once and for all. I fear the length and depth of that task. Knowing that I would not be able to sleep or eat or do anything other than completely immerse myself in the mess until it was all packed away, shipped off, thrown out. And all I had left, at the end of the day, was the perfect situation.

This is not just about having too many clothes or shoes or books. Obviously. I disguise my oversentimentality with a 'fear of commitment'. Piling more new stuff on tope of old, unwanted stuff, in the hopes that forgetting about them or ignoring them will compensate for not actually getting rid of them. Fucked. Totally fucked up.

What actually eventuates is that everything always remains where it always was.

*By today, I actually mean October 28 2012. In my attempt to find material to just post up because I've been such a slack ass bitch, I went through all my handwritten notes looking for gems to string together or comment on. Which is when I found this, and realised it didn't sound half bad. True to form, it was unfinished in ink. I cleaned my room two weeks ago. It's still relatively intact.

K.x

Vignetting Vic Exhibition

I am, by no means, a bonafide photographer. I can, however, take a good shot or two and have been using film cameras for the last year or so. So far, Lomography cameras have been my weapon of choice, because they're easily attainable, simple to use and oh so freaking cute. I was lucky enough to have a photo of mine selected recently for a Lomo Australia exhibition, which focussed on images of the great state of Victoria and is currently running at the No Vacancy Project Space at Federation Square. 

My baby, Pins

I, of course, had to attend the opening party last night, which featured a lot (and I mean A LOT) of cool customers, bevs and really really impressive images (all within a really really tiny space). Despite mutterings of 'hipsters', 'shit cameras and shit photos', it was an overall fun vibe, with flashes going off and polaroids being given away. No doubt these 'other' people needed to loosen the buttons on their work shirt, be grateful for the free booze and shut the fuck up.

Me and my baby

I haven't shot a roll of film for a minute but am missing the process of shooting, forgetting, remembering, developing and being pleasantly surprised. For an anxious person, film photography can be like yoga or tai chi or Xanax. It's therapeutic and forces you to practice patience and consideration. And the appreciation of that awesome shot that turns out unexpectedly - or the ability to accept all the failed attempts despite your best efforts and intentions - really is the ultimate payoff. Inadvertantly, it becomes something that brings you peace, relaxation, learning curves and excitement. 

Scoff if you like, it sounds wanky, I know. But it doesn't have to be film photography. Maybe your thing is pottery. Maybe it's cycling. Maybe it's customising high-heeled hooker boots. Fuck, who cares. There's always that thing that allows you to escape, explore and create. This is mine.

If you're in this wonderful city, definitely take a minute to check out the space. Check out the venue and exhibition info after the jump.

K.x

An excerpt from...

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer

'I wonder in my Nothingness moments if she's testing me...just to see what I'll do in response, she wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.'

K.x

"I love you but you don't know what you're talking about"

I've never run away from home. Mainly because it probably wasn't the safest thing to do in my neighbourhood. And my parents would either have kicked my ass or locked the door behind me. But also because I'm sure it would never have been as magical as the two runaways' adventure in Wes Anderson's latest film Moonrise Kingdom.

Moonrise Kingdom is ridiculously endearing fun with just the right amount of dry humour, famous faces and indie soundtrack. All the sets, locations and costumes are so vintage, they border on kitsch. In short, it's every hipster's dream. But don't let that deter you, it's a beautiful film. 

Suzy (Kara Kayward) and Sam (Jared Gilman) seem to be two completely different personalities but are obviously drawn to each other by their shared outcast status. They fall in love and conspire to run away together, sparking a frantic search by Suzy's folks (Bill Murray and Frances McDormand), Sam's scout leader (a super cute Edward Norton) and the town cop (Bruce Willis, like you've probably never seen him before). 

While the two young leads certainly steal the show, the stellar adult cast are hilarious in their respective roles. I honestly couldn't pick a favourite among them, they are all so committed to the absurdity of their characters. They're all so disaffected in some way and watching them look for themselves, whilst physically looking for the young fugitives, really appealed to my girlbrain. AND when you play that against the nostalgic yet fantastical 1960s New England setting, I had no hope - I was completely invested. 

I would liken this film to another of my favourite things - cupcakes. It's super manufactured in its cuteness, a little too excessive and unnatural but so fucking delicious that you will gladly stay seated until you've devoured the entire thing.

So if you, like Suzy Bishop, also love to get lost in magical worlds of adventure, you will surely love getting lost in Moonrise Kingdom. 

K.x

Spring is in!

I don't like letting boys or weather toy with my emotions but I can't help it. It continues to happen and while I try my best to avoid matching my mood to the darkness of the clouds in the sky, I am not immune to the winter blues. I was born on a tropical island and brought up on the west coast of Australia - I was built for sunshine. And thank fuck it's finally Spring. Not that it matters between today and yesterday, as the weather was pretty much the same. And I'm sure within a week there will be a miserable day thrown in, because it's Melbourne and she's a fucking psycho.

Nonetheless, it is 'officially' Spring and I am geed. The promise of sunny summertime adventures is just around the corner and it is going to be glorious. In the meantime, I will work on my tan (and booty) during Spring when I can and eagerly await the days when the median temperature is 30 degrees. 

This summer will feature a lot of love, laughter and midriff. I can't fucking wait.

K.x

The 26th

Two days ago, 26 happened. 

I didn't want to make it a 'thing'. And then I did. And then I didn't. But I did. Birthdays can be fantastic. A day where you can command the presence and attention and love from your inner (and extended) circle, be showered with gifts and food and drinks and get to purchase and wear a bangin' outfit especially for the occasion. It's like a yearly wedding, without the formality, clergymen and life-long contract to another person. I am, however, a relatively anxious and self-conscious person, despite all my talk of 'chilling the fuck out' and just looking indifferent. As a result, birthdays - specifically my own - are often a source of intense stress and general up-tightness. If you do something, there is so much pressure to put on a good show. Will people like the venue, will they like the music, will they like each other, will they even fucking show up? It can get a little overwhelming.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. It was fantastic because my friends are fantastic and that's pretty much all it comes down to. I felt very lucky to be living in a city that spoils me, surrounded by people that I love individually for various and sometimes strange reasons; who have come into my life for various and sometimes strange reasons. As always there were notable absences, mostly due to geography, but overall, I felt relaxed and loved and very birthday-y. In the end, if you're still worried or stressed or pissed about the superficial appearance of your birthday, you are probably yet to find peace in the presence of your loved ones. Or you're just a lame selfish prick that needs to get over yourself and stop whinging about your stupid first world problems.

I think every time your birthday rolls around, a stocktake of your life occurs. What have I done, who do I know, where have I been - all because you have to face the quantification of your time on earth. But to quote my homegirl Aaliyah (RIP, incidentally)...

Some of us don't find ourselves where we planned to be by a certain age. My eight year old self had decided my life would be settled by the time I was 25. Husband, kids, house, cars - apparently a career in there somewhere but the details of what and how fulfilling it was remain sketchy to this day. Eight year old K was a blunt-fringed cutie who could write a mean short story, kick ass in art projects and be seen frequenting Marioland in her free time. She was also, obviously, clueless as shit.

But that's ok. I know now that you can't control life. You can plan and hope and dream, you can put into place the steps that are required to get to your goal, you can save money, you can work your ass off. But in the end, it might not mean shit. Life is the best in the game at fucking all your shit up. But that's ok too. It doesn't have to mean nothing in the sense that it might as well have not happened. Even plans that go awry are learning experiences, and unless you're completely socially retarded, I'm sure you will learn from them. And if you actually have conviction, you will continue to pursue your dreams with more maturity, wisdom and determination.

I've talked a lot about how different my life is compared to a lot of my peers. On the surface, it does look like I'm still living the life of a teenager. Aimless, varied, little routine, no titles - I'm a parttime everything. I have no mortgage, no husband, no fulltime job, seemingly no stability and I used to scoff at the thought of having any of those things at 'my age'. I don't scoff so much anymore. I still don't foresee any of those things in my near future but I have no reason to judge anyone who does or already has. If that's what you want, and you've been working towards it and working on it everyday, then good for you. I have no authority to gauge or even assume anybody's level of happiness. If you honestly are, then I respect that and am happy for you.

What I don't agree with is standing still. Not like, "taking a breather 'cause I've been working my ass off", standing still. Like, "Oh woe is me, life is too hard, the universe hates me, I'm not gonna put any effort into it, the world owes me all the good things in life". Fuck you. In this instance, the reason why you're not where you want to be is because you don't actually give a shit enough about your own life and situation to change it.  It's not an easy task, I should know. It's actually probably the hardest thing to do, to be able to identify all the gaps in your life and plan and work to fill them to be happy. Nobody is entitled to anything in this world. Whatever you put out there, with sincere intent, you will get back, sooner or later. I truly believe that. And you will get those opportunities because you deserve them and you will appreciate them and make the most of them. 

It is still a constant (yet manageable) struggle between what I feel like doing (sometimes nothing), what I want done (everything) and what other people want me to do (everything different to what I want). What is getting easier is understanding who I am and what my motivations are. I have been given enough opportunities to be able to congratulate myself but only enough to whet my appetite for success. My faults are many and need rectifying but at least they have been identified. I can see the path that I'm walking is a little less gravel and a little more bitumen. It's not as windy anymore but it is still on a slight incline. And that's ok. This is exactly where I want to be.

K.x