rough pretty

back from jozi and oppikoppi. still tired, and dont think my body is going to catch up for awhile. somehow im still blowing dust out of my ears, and picking it out of my ears. thats unfortunate, as is the state of my face. its the new rough look, dirty pretty, or as my wonderful brother reassures me, the not so pretty look. the two of us were well derelict. m is for messy. the festival was awesome, despite too many thorn pricks, getting lost around the camp site too often, and head butting the floor. the gigs were great, with lark topping the charts, (along with zZz from amsterdam and the limited bit of fokof i saw) and i dont think ive laughed as much, talked more shite, or drunk as much, ever. the ribs are still hurting. as is the liver. and the head. thought at one stage it would get up out of my body and run screaming away from me. too brilliant. didnt take a camera as would have broken it, lost it or generally fucked it up, but check out the levi's original music nighthawks project for pictures (they'll be uploaded over the next week)- they are way better, and more beautiful than i would have been able to do anyway. had much fun watching the boys attempting to be professional photographers while we got progressively more and more drunk as the evening wore on.
awesome.
next year im taking proper shoes though. i think i was the only dumbass with white shoes there, which are now not so pretty, just like my face. think they have both seen better days, but not better times.


post note- been trying to upload the photos for ages now and blogger is killing me. will try again later. stupid thing finally only worked a day later.