Melbourne’s Eternal Addiction

We’ve all seen them…dusty, dirty, cluttered, crowded and sometimes downright skeevy…tattoo shops. I once accompanied a group of friends to a tattoo parlour in New York City that was open 24 hours a day, sold bongs at the front, had clearly not been swept in months and was so crowded that you could reach out and touch the person getting tattooed next to you. Not the kind of place I would prefer, or recommend, getting ink done.

Perhaps I am about to sound like a tattoo snob, but so be it. If you’re going to have something permanently stamped onto you, more thought should go into it than, “Hmm…I think I might like to get a tattoo today. This place is open, let’s do it.” To me, tattoos should have meaning and should be well thought out. They are pieces of art.

I am not saying that I don’t have any “dumb” tattoos – when I turned 18 I ran to a tattoo shop to get a heart and a star inked onto my skin in a place that is, thankfully, not usually visible. I say thankfully, but I don’t regret them – they are 18 year old Natasha, with me forever. And that is fine with me.

However, for the future, I will stick with the method that I employed on the last tattoo I got, almost 10 years after my first two. I wrote a poem, commissioned an illustrator to draw it, then, after MANY consultations with my friend, Lea Smith, who has been tattooing for years, decided to have it done. Lea is now working at Tattoo Archive, but at the time was tattooing at Trinity Tattoo in Virginia Beach, VA. Trinity Tattoo was everything I believe a tattoo shop should be – an immaculate art space. It was clear that the people who worked there cared for the shop. Any artist not working on skin was drawing on paper. Practicing. Preparing. There was real art hanging on the walls. Tattooists went in and out of each other’s rooms to see what everyone else was working on, perhaps learn something new. It was amazing and it is what I will always look for in a tattoo shop in the future.

Which brings me to a little gem that I recently stumbled upon in Melbourne’s CBD. Eternal Addiction, led by tattoo artist Matthew Kozik, is definitely a spot that I would recommend checking out if you’re thinking about getting work done. For one thing, it is clean – clean, clean, clean! The shop is not cluttered and there are none of those silly racks of posters with examples of barbed wire and dragons on the walls. Instead, hanging on the walls are examples of Matthew’s work, along with art done by the other artists who work there – Smitho, Abby Drielsma, Blake Macpherson and Eugene Pirie.

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Eternal Addiction’s shop front.

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Inside Eternal Addiction. The jeans are from the shop’s early days when it began as a clothing store/tattoo shop. 

While speaking with Kozik about his shop, he told me a story that is all too familiar to me and, likely, anyone else in the beauty industry. As a high school student, his career counselor asked him to write down his top five career choices. Number one on the list was “tattoo artist.” The career counselor crossed it out. Number two on the list was architecture, so that’s how he ended up studying architecture and design in university. (I can not tell you how many of my cosmetology students told me the same story…)

When he was about 20, Kozik started getting heavily tattooed and meeting others who were heavily tattooed as well. Eventually, he was offered an apprenticeship and thus began his career as a tattooist and his path towards owning a shop.

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Kozik (left): “Anything you have a passion for, you’re going to do well in…when you enjoy what you do, you spend even your spare time doing it because you WANT to build your portfolio, you WANT to build your career, you WANT to grow as an artist…”

Passion – another thing to look for in a tattoo artist. Nobody wants to get tattooed by someone who doesn’t care or has burned out. Unless, of course, you’re just getting some barbed wire around your arm, then maybe it doesn’t matter. (Wow, I really do sound like a snot!)

The other things that I appreciated hearing from Kozik were that, at Eternal Addiction, the artists do extensive consultations with their clients and that they do NOT reproduce other people’s tattoos. “We do not replicate, no reputable artist would…it’s about respect for other artists and the other people who wear tattoos.” He mentions that I would likely be upset if, after commissioning an illustrator and paying my tattoo artist to ink my own, very personal art onto my body, I saw someone else walking around with a duplicate. Yes sir, you are correct.

They do not even replicate their own drawings onto multiple people. Kozik pointed out a few pieces of his own art that he has tattooed onto clients and explained that he would never put them onto someone else’s body because they have already been used.

So, any Melbournians out there looking to get some custom ink done in a clean, professional environment, I can right here and now recommend that you check out Eternal Addiction. It is an outstanding example of what a tattoo shop should be. And you can rest assured that nobody else will be seen walking around with a duplicate of your skin art.

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Eternal Addiction on facebook.

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Natashadventure on facebook and twitter.

Give Me Some O’ That Uptown Sound!

I promised exciting things would be coming to this blog. And tonight, I will deliver!

As a kid, I remember being fascinated by Dick Van Dyke’s one man band performance in Mary Poppins. And also by his inventions in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Which is, I suppose, part of the reason that I am so captivated by the Steampunk scene. (Remember the light up goggles that my man made me? Probably the coolest thing ever.)

Anyway, being thoroughly enchanted by steampunk and gadgets and one man bands, when my sister (who shares a similar interest) and I happened upon an appearance by Uptown Brown - one man band extraordinaire! - we of course decided to check it out. And what a delight it was!

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Uptown Brown’s performances are definitely something special. And he is an interesting character, to boot. I am sure that you do not need proof of this, but I will give it to you anyway!

I asked Uptown Brown if he would be willing to let me interview him, and he graciously accepted.

So, here it is! My first interview conducted entirely through a time machine. Enjoy!

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Natashadventure (NA): Uptown Brown…does this name reference anything?

Uptown Brown (UB): Well, I like to think of myself as a classy type of fellow so ‘Uptown’ was a logical choice – implies I’m from the better part of town you know. Brown is my mother’s maiden name. She was a burlesque trapese artiste and as a young lady was something of a tearaway I’m lead to believe. Even as an older lady too for that matter! Rumour has it my father was a steam locomotive driver but I never did find out his name.

NA: What do you call this musical contraption that you built? How long did it take to build?!

UB: My machine is known as the ‘Goodtimes Gyratorscope’ (patent pending). I built it over a period of about 6 months using parts from a wrecked biplane (which I myself crashed, but that’s a whole other story).

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NA: Was it easy to play initially?

UB: After the initial malfunctions (including nearly losing an arm) the machine is now almost entirely non-lethal.  Except for mild electrocution from time to time.

NA: What or who inspired you to become a one man band?

UB: Primarily economic necessity.  And the fact that the majority of the musicians in my original orchestra have all largely been imprisoned, gone mad with syphillus or are in various health sanatoriums undergoing treatment for substance abuse.

NA: Are there any other one man bands that inspire you? What other musicians are you influenced by?

UB: I was inspired by the likes of Jesse Fuller, Phillip Roebuck, the Straniero and Eric Royer (all one man bands – check them out). There’s lots more. Also the films of Fritz Lang, Terry Gilliam, Charles Chaplin, Buster Keaton and Jeunet & Caro.

NA: Do you take your act on the road, or are you mainly based in Melbourne? If you’ve been on the road, where have you traveled to?

UB: As a street performer my act is always on the road! Or the sidewalk.  I’m mostly based in Melbourne but am always open to offers of travel to faraway places.  I loved Morocco/Marakesh but I was mistakenly imprisoned about a misunderstanding over a camel. Thats a whole other story.

NA: What is your favorite performance memory? Any peculiar stories?

UB: I love the interactions and intimacy you have with an audience as a street perfomer – too many memories to single one out.  Amongst them though playing for singing children, dancing lovers, weeping drunks and howling dogs.  And occasionally combinations of all four simultaneously.

NA: What is your favorite song to perform?

UB: I only play songs I love but ‘San Francisco Bay Blues’ (by Jesse Fuller) is still one of my favorites.

NA: Is there anything that you would like to say to your fans? Where can they see you perform next?

UB: I have fans? Good lord, whatever next?!! Well, I’d tell them to not take life for granted and make sure they enjoy a few cocktails along the way. I’m performing a few shows at the Famous Spiegeltent in the next month or two and will probably hit the Camberwell or Victoria markets a few times.

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And there you have it, folks! I was lucky enough to catch another of his performances tonight, at the Spiegeltent (something else you all should check out!)

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For those of you living in Melbourne, I highly suggest that you keep your eyes peeled for more entertainment by Uptown Brown. Not that lucky? Not to worry, I will end this post with a video!

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Uptown Brown on facebook.

Homesickness. Joblessness. And all of the other reasons that I’ve had poop in my pants recently.

Well. I was just about to head to the CBD to do some research. On what, would you like to know? Well, I was going to see if the State Library had any books on museum conservation procedures. Then head over to the Immigration Museum to have a look around. All of this because, first of all, I honestly do find those subjects interesting. But mostly because I had applied for an Assistant Conservationist position with Museum Victoria. It would have been the perfect job for me – finally! A foot in the door with the museum world (my degree is in art history.) The position was a 6 month contract – awesome! Because, on an Australian Work & Holiday visa, that is exactly how long you are allowed to work at one place.

I had even called the woman in charge of hiring. We had a wonderful conversation. And then the HR panel did not pass my resume and cover letter on. C’est la vie.

So, here I am typing up the blog I have been meaning to post instead. I will venture out later.

My sister came to visit me last week and that was amazing.

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There she is, being all cute with her coffee at the NGV cafe. We hung around Melbourne for a few days, going to museums, walking and, of course, cooking and eating.

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There was also a lot of silliness involved. Because we are sisters.

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We then traveled on to Sydney where we stayed at the Bondi YHA. Bondi, and the surrounding beaches, really are beautiful. The weather worked out perfectly for us, as well. 100-104F on Thursday and Friday. Those days were spent at the beach and in the water, as that is the only way to cool off around here. Saturday and Sunday were cloudy and about 75F, so we did our sightseeing on those days.

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Oh! And we went to see Alestorm on the last night she was in town. If “Pirate Metal” sounds  like an interesting musical genre to you, I suggest you check them out.

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I also ate some chicken. You read that right, any of you who know me personally. I tried some chicken. That will have to be another post altogether, though.

My sister headed back home on Sunday and I have had a pretty tough case of homesickness since. I miss my friends and family! And I also miss the security of…you know, having an income. It’s safe to say that I am basically flat broke at the moment. I would go back into the salon world, but something between my power converters and salon tools is not working. My tools literally start smoking. And I am not looking to invest in new ones. Excuses, excuses, I know, I know.

And, while you’re sitting there reading this, wishing you didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, I am here to tell you that you would go stir crazy eventually. I was you a few short months ago. And now, I am losing my mind. But I suppose this is all part of the experience for me. I have had a job and been able to do basically whatever I wanted since I was 15. I guess not having that security and freedom is something that everyone should experience at some point in their lives. Gives you a different perspective on life. Hopefully one day, when I’m settled…somewhere…and I wake up thinking, “God DAMN, I don’t want to go to work today…” I will be able to look back on this experience and roll out of bed with a smile.

Anyway. The universe is trying to steer me somewhere, I’m just not sure where yet. And the sun is shining and I need to get some exercise. And I went to the library today and now have a stack of books on Frida Kahlo, Anthony Bourdain and digital photography that I need to pick through. I guess what I’m saying is that this post has ended.

I will note here, at the end, that, even though nothing has gone as planned and I have experienced some bad luck on the job front, I would not change anything about this. These are all lessons that need to be learned and experiences that need to be had. “It will all come out in the wash.”

Indulgence, Luck and a Little Bit of Melodrama at the Museum

Wow. Where do I even begin with this one? Let’s just say, sometimes the universe is mysterious.

A few days ago, in the middle of reading Sherlock Holmes, I had the urge to do some research on Frida Kahlo. I am sure that something sparked this sudden desire, I simply do not remember what. I was quickly enchanted by Kahlo’s story and decided to put Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic on hold so that I could read a biography of the Mexican painter.

Hayden Herrera’s book, Frida: A Biography of Frida Kahlo, seems to be the most popular. But I decided to go with Margaret A. Lindauer’s Devouring Frida: The Art History and Popular Celebrity of Frida Kahlo. According to some reviews, and even Lindauer, Herrera’s book does not accurately portray Kahlo as the strong woman that she was. So, I’ve opted to read Lindauer’s book first, followed by Herrera’s.

Moving along to the first two things that I’ve promised for this post: indulgence and luck. I have been fairly strict with money and diet recently. Whenever I do this, I end up on a bit of a binge later. Or today, ha! Yesterday, after starting my book on Frida, I decided it was a museum day. I made it all the way to the CBD, only to run into this:

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Boo! What a random day to be closed. And this was after running around the CBD looking for cafe jobs and being terribly unsuccessful. Suffice it to say, I was down in the dumps at the end of yesterday.

Today, I woke up and decided that I was going to get myself some Mexican food. Today, I was going to indulge! Then, I would try again at the National Gallery of Victoria because I was longing for some museum time. But first, I was going to make some phone calls. After calling around to a few book stores and being informed that they were not hiring “at the moment” (which really means the entire season, come to find out), I stumbled upon an even better job opening. My dream job, really. I called to see if they would be willing to hire someone in Australia on a working holiday. The answer? Yes, please send your resume.

LUCK! But that is all that I am willing to say about that for now, I cannot risk jinxing myself.

After calling Evan, who surely thinks that I am manic at this point (yesterday, I was on the verge of tears from frustration and disappointment, today I was on the verge of tears from excitement and hope) I left for my daily adventures. I decided to check out a recently opened Mexican place called Guzman y Gomez. I went with the “mini” barramundi burrito. It was $6. And this big:

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“Mini” is not a joke at this place. The containers to the side are the condiments I decided to take because I had just purchased the world’s tiniest $6AU burrito. I ate an entire container of  jalapeños. Which was probably not the best decision…I ended up with some pretty serious heartburn. Which lead me to the frozen yogurt establishment next door. This indulgence was not planned. But my green tea frozen yogurt with cheesecake frosting was certainly delectable.

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Green tea cheesecake fro-yo in hand, I continued on my path to the National Gallery of Victoria (NGV.) I passed a man who was sitting on the curb looking quite forlorn and decided to shoot him a smile. Turned out he was homeless and asked very nicely if I had any spare change. He had come from Adelaide and been on the streets in Melbourne for nine days. I said, “Hey, man, I understand, I am low on my luck right now, too. But I have a dollar to spare.” It was my last one. “God bless you and may your luck change, too,” was his response as I walked away.

Finally, I walked through the doors of the NGV. Almost immediately, I was openly weeping. Why do I ever stray from the art world? It is where I belong. I love the way that I feel in a museum. I love the smells, the sounds and, of course, the sights. I love how my heart pounds and the gears inside my head start spinning. I love soaking in the minds of other artists and my own ideas that are sparked by them.

There was even a little bit of Warhol and Rothko:

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Suddenly, I was back at my home town museum, the Smithsonian. I know all of the Smithsonian museums like the back of my hand. Again, shedding a few tears.

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After making it through the European and contemporary side of the NGV, I ran smack into the Arts of Asia wing. Knowing that, if I were to set one foot into that side of the museum, I would never leave, I decided to put the arts of Asia off until tomorrow. I then headed downstairs for some more grub. (Well…I’d started out the day indulging, why not continue? I will be good tomorrow.) I went with an orange cake and a soy latte. Bad choices for my esophagus, scrumptious choices for my taste buds!

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On the way home, I stopped at the library. This is what I came home with:

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I suppose it is safe to say that I have jumped on the Frida mania bandwagon for the time being. And I am totally fine with that.

Oh! And remember the homeless man that I gave my last dollar to? On my walk to the gym, I found a five dollar bill with no owner. Today has been my lucky day. And I will be passing that luck to my sister when she arrives in two days by putting that five dollars onto her myki card.

This has become an incredibly long post. Cheers to those who have navigated my ramblings and made it to the end.

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