Calling all artists, designers, creatives. THAT MEANS YOU......YEAH YOU

So i've become involved in a new little project called 'Oxford St Design Store' (formally The Dollar Store).
It really is the bees knees.
And that's not a biased opinion because that was my thought pattern before i became involved.

It is currently the shell of a former derelict store space on Oxford st, numero 58, but come late february it will be a pop up retail space.

Yea yea. Another fucking retail store.

Shhh and let me finish. Jeez.

It actually has the aim of challenging the idea of what a commercial retail space should be via bridging the gap between creatives and consumers. Not just a store but a space for creating and opportunities to learn new skills and actually communicate with the designers themselves.
So it's going to be a store full of anything and everything under the design umbrella; fashion, jewellery, prints, kitchenware, photography, illustrations, instruments, posters....whatever.

We have the idea. We have the space. We have supplies to spruce up the space. Now we need products.

If you're interested in selling something/s you have created go ahead and email me at
kaya.strehler@hotmail.com.
I don't mean, 'oh i knitted this really neat scarf to get prepared for the harsh Australian winters but i'll sell it instead' - you know who you are.

The store takes a measly 25% commission to pay for the bills, but the rest if yours. We do all the dirty work.


Also as a final vouch for the forthcoming enterprise, half the space is being transformed into a workshop area for after-hours and weekend play time. I'll keep you posted.


Again, if you're interested email me at kaya.strehler@hotmail.com

http://www.dollarshopsydney.com.au/

"I’ll take all of Paris Hiltons inheritance, just to watch her suffer."

Samantha Rose Andison.

Samantha Rose.

Samantha.

Sam.

However you take it, it always goes down smooth.

We crossed paths at College where a mutual fondness for doing nothing and subway cookies was established.

Blonde hair, pale skin, green eyes. Also known as stupidly gorgeous. Not that she's stupid. Oh no, quite the opposite. Just her level of gorgeous-ness is stupid. Unfair. Uncommon. Unwhatever.

To avoid 'getting caught up in the same topics, banter and dramas all the time', Sam has become a friendship nomad. This ends up giving her a lot of time on Facebook where she meets other 'friends' of the nomadic nature. She did admit, however, that she would happily settle down and be BFF's with either Eddie McGuire or Donald Trump. Whoever gets in first i guess.

I asked her to construct her own Frankenstein, the result was a mixture of genetically blessed celebrities that when all their features mixed together would of looked God awful. At least this Frankenstein was given Paris Hiltons inheritance curtesy of Sam and her weariness of financial security.

I then asked her if she could swap some words in the english language for one another, what would they be?
She replied, 'i'd just jumble every word you just said so that it wouldn't make sense and i wouldn't have to answer it..'
I told her not to be a smart ass...

*For anyone interested her final decision on the word jumble was 'fucking legend' for 'Samantha'

Bing? What is Bing?

Who ever came up with this campaign is now sipping Old Raj martinis in diamond encrusted glasses around his personalised pool which has trained dolphins for sheer entertainment. Brilliant.