It doesn't get more Melbourne than an evening full of art, food and friends. Last night was the opening of Ruskidd's solo exhibition, Herbarium, at Blender Studios and it was nothing short of a success. Of course, no night is complete without a good feed, slanderous banter and the best company a boy could ask for. A typical Friday night for some, but the perfect last night in Melbourne for me.
I've known Ruskidd for close to five years now. I've watched him grow from a waddling paste-up kid, to one of Melbourne's most iconic street artists. With a heart of gold, a mind full of ideas and a charming beard, Ruskidd really brought his A-game last night and it showed in the numbers. I remember coming into his studio on White Night and talking to him about the show. He was nervous, but we knocked out some great ideas, locked in some plans and suddenly his eyes were burning with passion like that of a young Ash Ketchum.
Not only was Herbarium an explosion of colour and showcase of technical skill, it was a lively party of like-minded creatives. As soon as you stepped into the alleyway, you were welcomed by familiar paintings. Limited-edition T-shirts we're being screen-printed in the flesh by the entrance and people flooded out with red cups full of Ruskidd's uncle's home-brewed beer. That's what's up. Red-dotted masterpieces were a feast for the eyes, marrying the senses perfectly with Ruskidd's own hip-hop mix, bumping from the behind the giant fern bush. The centre piece was his recently deceased car, a true reflection of his humble character and the icing on the cake for the exhibition.
The usual suspects were there at the event and the usual conversations were sparked. I recall a huge laugh coming from the fact we found a girl who looked exactly like Dean from Fun Apparel - the punchline was he thought she was 'good-looking'. We discussed the resurgence of rave parties, ripping-off corporate clients and discussed our hilarious fight experiences. We were there for close to three hours, which meant my feet we're going to fall off and we needed to eat SOMETHING.
Stories are always better whilst feasting on burgers in an dark alleyway. As everyone filtered off to their respective after parties and homes, Dean and my Thai homeboys continued to grab some late night pancakes and chit chat about the different dynamics in friendships, boring conversation topics and more fight stories. As I caught the train home I thought about how great Melbourne is and how happy I am to call it home. Tonight, me and the miss fly out to Asia and Europe for a month and a half. Our last night couldn't have been better.
I'll be posting from overseas as regularly as I can, but only if I can be dragged away from paradise ;)