.: January 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

His name is Clinton

It was a Saturday night I spent doing something I really wanted to do for such a long time. I have been wondering how it feels like to be a beggar on the street, those who plays music instruments and earn money, yes, those people who I usually photographed when walking around Melbourne city. Some do try hard to survive for living, interesting. And some just being too lazy kneeling down with a cap facing up so that people could spare em' some change. Pissing, but sad too.

I was walking around the city with my friend. We dropped by a friend's pad in the city, recorded some silly videos, had a couple of drinks in my fav bar, and we had this idea of spending the rest of the night walking alongside Yarra River. It was my friend's birthday so she didn't want to go home and spend the rest of the night doing nothing. So we bought ourselves a big Lord Of The Fries chips and a bottle of water, I had my camera with me, and we were walking down the alley alongside the river near Swanston st. We didn't realize along our walk we were singing and dancing to this saxophone melodies that came out of nowhere. Being curious enough, tried looking for that sax player that was usually somewhere around there, and then there he was. It's pretty familiar though. We came to, we sat near him, and enjoyed him playing some music all night. It was hilarious. I was dancing all night to whatever he's playing. A free music on a Saturday night. I had fun.