A sweaty street art night out in Sydney

Travelling with one’s dad doesn’t give an amazing amount of options for painting the town neon. Fortunately about once a week we hit somewhere I have friends so I can do an English girl’s favourite past-time – binge drink. Wanda took me out in Hong Kong, the owner of our accomm’s daughter showed me how they do it in Queenstown New Zealand, Melbourne was a whole weekend of festival fun at Riverboat Music Fest and then Sydney.

They say that Melbourne has the biggest sub-culture and Sydney is the mainstream, white wine-quaffing, dance music obvious older sister. Well, no. This is one wall of RJ and Roland’s living room:

One wall of RJ's lounge

From pootling around with my dad, I was suddenly dunked fully clothed into a whirlpool of street art, leather dresses and hiphop. RJ is an amazing artist as his house shows, it begins when you walk into the yard and come face to face with 20ft murals. Climb the metal stairs and enter an evolving shrine to creativity. And then we went out.

Amazing hey?

As you can probably guess, this was at the end of the night before we went into the record shop for an afterparty. More of that later. Bode, who painted the above is an American artist and we went to an exhibition of his drawings that night. You East Londoners will know what I’m talking about when I describe a tiny white cube space two floors up with a couple of bare brick walls thrown in, loos at the end of a narrow makeshift corridor and the whole thing BOILING hot. Red wine was free, the crowd sceny and eclectic and the drawings intricate, weird and interesting. Just how it should be.

The show was hot stuff

Later we went to Chinese Laundry, a club which has pretty much the same atmosphere as it’s name suggests – it’s a low ceilinged sweat-box. But a pretty amazing one, I danced til I was soaked through to an American hiphop and dnb dj Qbert. Clever Roland got us guestlist, thank you Roly!

Of course I made everyone play “big face little face”. It’s a pretty simple game involving big faces, little faces and a camera. Geddit?

Big face. Obviously.

Yep, small face.

After sweating our guts out we got a bit more Bode magic outside The Record Store (see second picture) and a bit more Qbert magic inside.

Qbert in The Record Store. (The one in the middle)

And then I fell into bed around 4.30am. Another pretty amazing night thanks to Juliette, Roly, RJ and the beautiful Deb.