The last couple of months we've been kinda slack on the blog front....in fact we've been kinda slack on the social front too.
We're taking a break from all things Trife over Christmas and staying on the downlow til late Jan/ early Feb when we've got more shows and projects kicking off.
Expect a blog revamp soon along with a few other things........
Our blog kicked off because all three of us were living in different states and we needed a way to keep connected with each others lives. Lizzie was causing a sneaker clad ruckus in Melbourne, Hyclass was holding it down with Speak Easy Crew in Perth and I was juggling a corporate Fashion Job by day and Door Bitch job by night over in Adelaide......with Hyclass and I now living together in Melbourne and Lizzie's return living under our roof, the purpose of this blog has kind of gone out the window because really, when you can sit together in your loungeroom and talk shit over a glass of wine, who needs to blog to each other?
As our club nights have grown and our "rep" has spread (be it good or bad), it seems that this blog has gone beyond a backyard project for three girlfriends trying to keep in touch. We are now visited by over 1000 people daily....some friends, some foe's......
In the space of 12 months we've stormed through the Melbourne club scene and stepped on more then a few pairs of toes with a well placed stiletto. We've never really cared "who's who in the zoo" and possibly to our own downfall, haven't gone out of our way to befriend the "socially influential"........as we've always said, we do things on our own terms or not at all.
In our time here we've encountered more than our fair share of haters.......some called out our crew and got cut when we stepped back. some ran their mouths when we got backstage at every show they wished they could get on the guestlist for. some called us sluts because we're honest and own our shit. some got cut because after stalking our pages and trying to have a crack they got shut down. some got defensive because they felt we were stepping on their turf and more than a few got shitty because they don't have the balls to rep the way we do (anonymous haters get fucked.post your name on a comment pussy and then we'll talk).
First and foremost, we do us......but step up and talk/act like shit and we'll call you out.....act like a douche and we'll call you out......pass comment on our race or gender and we'll call you out.......pull some double standard bullshit about our sex lives when yours is more than messy and we'll call you out. step incorrect in our place of business and we'll call you out.......
About a month or two ago, i met the man i want to spend my life with.......(i keep getting emails about why we don't post personal shit on here anymore so here you go). He comes from a scene i dont understand.....i'm still getting to know who he is as a person and untill i do i'm not about to launch head long into a social scene i'm not familiar with. I have the upmost respect for who he is as a person and what he's had the courage and persistence to build but i still sometimes struggle to understand some of what comes with that territory....i will eventually, just give me time.
TPC are what we are...personally, I am who i am. I don't have time for idle chit chat, i don't care what brand is in fashion, i'm not particularly fussed who you know, who you're down with or who you can introduce me to, launch parties/gallery openings shit me to tears and i don't want to waste a couple of hours of my life talking superficial shit in a bar about "whats cool" and to be honest........it will probably be my downfall of my life and professional career. And thats not to trivialize the importance of fashion, branding etc socially...its just not my thing and i've never been good at faking it. At heart i'm shy, i'm anti social and these days, unless i'm paid to be there, i really can't be arsed
My favourite person in this city apart from my crew is a homeless guy called Robert who i have lunch with every second Thursday and who's art i buy off the sidewalks of Melbourne. He'll never be able to hook me up a Dj gig. He'll never introduce me to someone who can book me a show in La and he'll never provide me with any form of social status....but every fortnight, despite the fact he probably hasn't showered since the last time i met him, he provides me with the inspiration and passion to keep on my creative grind. He's the realest human being i have ever had the pleasure of meeting and whilst passers by may look in disgust as i sit on the sidewalk with him, they have no idea the beauty and wisdom they are missing out on...
i like things and people that are real. i find beauty in rawness and obscurity.....and the more i find someone or something wrapped in brand/commercial/scene hype, the harder i find it to dig down and discover if there really is something beautiful at the core.......so generally, i just don't bother. Which is more of a judgement call on me than anyone else......maybe i've become socially lazy and isolated with every knock i've come across in life.
recently, i found someone who may read this and think this is a personal diss to them and all they represent....it isn't. its an acknowledgment of my love for you. its an honest answer to why i struggle sometimes participating in your world. its a self reflection on why these issues keep coming up between you and i and its a promise that, in time i will move past this.......acknowledging the problem is the first step right?
just like TPC, i'm a work in progress......things may be shaky but the foundations have been built and we'll get there eventually.
Kate Jean xx
This fortnights "Boozed and Booshie" just went up on the Fat Kids Blog. to peep the story head to http://www.iamfatterthanyou.com/
Somehow we survived the Soulclap relaunch last night. The evening was KILLER CRAZY!!! We had so much fun but the hangovers today are pretty hectic.........but we all know there is only one cure for a hangover....KEEP DRINKING!!!
If you're in the Melbourne area tonight and down for some new school urban/hip hop there's only one place to be...
Calm down Mum.....no i'm not. But a close friend of TPC is thanks to an exboyfriend claiming "condoms kill my erection"
Monday morning and for once, despite consuming copious amounts of alcohol last night i feel surprisingly okay (although my liver probably feels differently). 
These pics found their way to our inbox late last week......photoshoot i did months ago for stylist/makeup artist Kathryn Collins............i love her work although its confronting seeing myself within in. Definitely prefer being a Stylist and not a Model
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