Awesome Festival

Well, this week has seen the Awesome Festival come and go (as mentioned in my last post). I managed to wander around on a few of my lunch breaks and see a few of the odd things going on. I also took photos. I then tried to experiment with the Slideshow feature in Photobucket.

This was the result:

Now, for some strange reason, I can't see the above slideshow (being of the Suburban Canvas Pen Plan - AKA the Cardboard House mentioned in the previous post) on this computer. However, I've been assured that the above is working.

Anyhow, the house was really quite fantastic, although since I visited it only on Wednesday, it wasn't fully "decorated". Basically, school groups were going through and having painting and drawing sessions at certain times of the day.

And one bit of "graffiti" (not written by me!) that I didn't include in the slideshow, just because I thought it was a tad special:

On my Thursday lunch break, I was again wandering around, keeping an eye out for odd going ons and saw this trio:

They are Les Acousniaques. They are the last survivers of a brass band, obsessed with sound. They natter away in what sounds like French, and make squelching noises as they wander around playing their instruments. The trio shuffled down the mall to stop virtually in front of me. The big guy to the left let off a few loud squelches, and ran off. The woman on the right had a brief discussion with the remaining guy, and then followed the first off. Remaining guy then started nattering away to me. I had no idea what he was saying (if any of it was supposed to have made sense anyway). Eventually, he also wandered off after his fellows. Someone else tried to take a photo or two, and he started calling out "No photos!"

Finally, on Friday, I managed to find out where Baby, Where Are the Fine Things You Promised Me was hiding. There's a tiny house. And there's an adult man living in it. People could wander past and leave him notes, either by passing them through the door or windows, or leaving it in the full-sized letter box out the "front". Or have a chat to him, if they were willing to get down on the ground to do so.

The house (I think the woman in the pink dress is standing in front of the letterbox, so you can't see it):

And someone havng a chat to the guy inside:

And that was about all I got to see of the Festival. Other bits and pieces there were on were either on the other side of the train station in Northbridge (a bit too far to wander), or weren't free, or both. Still, it's always a fun thing to experience.