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There is nothing more satisfying than sitting in the studio with a bunch of antique pieces collected from different corners of the globe, and allowing creativity to run through me.

I never really know how they will turn out… I don’t plan or sketch pieces before I make them, I just sit down and create. Here is the latest collection which has already been snapped up by Island Luxe… If any of these pieces interest you, you can contact those funky folk at Island Luxe direct:

Island Luxe Tribe
1/11 Marvell Street
Byron Bay, NSW, Australia 2481
phone +61 02 6680 9600
tribe@islandluxe.com.au
Island Luxe
62 Byron Street
Bangalow, NSW, Australia 2479
phone +61 02 6687 1605
email info@islandluxe.com.au

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
- Dr Seuss

I always thought Denial was a river in Africa.

Gypsy Spells & Wishing Wells

Do you remember drying out the wishbone from your Sunday roast, holding one end with your pinky finger and yanking it with all your might, hoping to reign supreme over your sibling? We do, so we created this gorgeous little unisex brass wishbone necklace as an ode to one of our favourite childhood memories.

Gypsy Spells & Wishing Wells
AUD $79

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
~ Luciano De Crescenzo

Bondi Bay, Australia - circa 1900

Annie Leibovitz on Mick Jagger and the Stones

Looking astonishingly like something out of Jesus Christ Superstar, This image of Mick Jagger was photographed by Annie Leibovitz in New York City, 1980.

Annie Leibovitz on Mick Jagger via Vanity Fair:

When I first worked for Rolling Stone, in the early 70s, we wouldn’t photograph a band until they came to town. I hardly ever traveled. I took some pictures of the Rolling Stones when they came through San Francisco in 1971 and 1972. Truman Capote was supposed to write a story for the magazine about the 1972 tour, and the editor, Jann Wenner, said it was O.K. if I went along to two or three cities. Robert Frank was traveling with the band, making a 16-mm. film that would become Cocksucker Blues. The band had commissioned him to do it, but it was never formally released, presumably because of the drugs and sex that were filmed. Danny Seymour, Frank’s friend and camera assistant, was involved in a lot of that. He died mysteriously while the film was being edited. Continue Reading →