Category: Back 1990s

back 1990s:

Sleepy Bee. Troll doll Bee. At a friend’s country home in Coolup before hitting that other great metropolis, Hong Kong, September 1998.

Credit: Adam.

back 1990s:

Adam and the Bee hittin’ the town. Damned if I can remember why we were both wearing beehives, but it would have been with the best of intentions.

Credit: that angle.

back 1990s:

Nina Bee. In the pad with the wood floor and many cushions and magazines, many magazines, on Broadway in Nedllands in the months before we left for Hong Kong. Must have been winter. Pea soup on the stove. And natural(ly dyed) hair.

Credit: Adam’s favourite camera angle.

back 1990s:

After a Humbug gig at some hotel in Freo. Before we all went our separate ways. Cutbush and Timmy here too.

Credit: Adam.

back 1990s:

The Alpha and Omega office, stuff by friends and myself on the wall. The Kurt glassses. The eternally productive Mac.

Credit: Adam.

back 1990s:

The punky colour daffodil days. Mr Hook, on top of the world Adam and Miss Alison somewhere cheeky at an RTRFM Greenwich thing. And what the hell am I wearing?

Credit: unknown.

back 1990s:

Oops, another water damaged pic, but it does kinda look like fireworks above Ali, Cam and Reubs. For some reason I think we were out at Artrage or something.

Credit: Adam.

back 1990s:

A cover photo shoot for an edition of Grok against nuclear testing, probably heavy on covering the Bosco incident circa 1994-95. Cohort Mr Lynch doing the green thing. The cover was cropped just below the eyes and an ocean put in so it was sorta like an island, like. Oh, I’ve got to find it.

Credit: Reuben Acciano.

back 1990s:

Water damaged, and otherwise damaged. In the Pines some year or so, with MC Genge. RTRFM archives here. What you can’t see is that I’m wearing a freakin’ kilt with that lunatic yellow shirt and the cut-off Op Shop dress underneath. And a goatee… MAKE IT STOP!

Credit: someone else.

back 1990s:

Oh my. Murdoch social club, circa 1991 or so. Evil drink called the Goat of Joy, or as they were called when they came in jugs, for $7, a Jug of Joy, in front of us. Four parts port, 1 part coke. I feel sick thinking about it. Grant’s head hits the table in a subsequent pic, not here. Sheesh. Bad hair too.

Credit: someone.