Walking the beach highway, petrol station ahead in perpetual neon. A million men on jet skis weave the waters edge. Seems they’re pulling less bitches these days. Sand like sludge between your toes, plastic weeds are the fishes. On occasion an oyster shell will wash ashore, there was once a reef here after all. Any hand could wet itself a moment and find one. It’s 40 degrees on Wednesday. The Fisherman’s eskies are empty, except for guts. Each day you look out to sea, pining for a Fata Morgana.  Not today, but there is a pooling sheen you can see from the pier. Someone leaps from behind you and does a bomb. Reeled in, everyone at home is here with us. Diligaf king.Laughter trickles constantly from the water and the sunset is still beautiful. Everyone at home saw it.




































THE FIRST COLLABORATION BETWEEN SCRAPPY ROSE AND OCTOPUSSAY.
BIRTHED FROM LOVING AND DESPAIRING IN A BURNING WORLD.

70% OF PURCHASES FROM THIS COLLECTION ARE GOING TO CRIME SCENE AUSTRALIA, CAMP SOVEREIGNTY, AND MUTUAL AID FUNDS FOR SUDAN AND PALESTINE.

THIS COLLECTION WAS MADE ON STOLEN BOON WURRUNG COUNTRY. LONG BEFORE IT WAS CLEARED AND NAMED ‘ST KILDA’ IN THE 1840S, THIS LAND HOMED EXPANSIVE WETLANDS AND A REEF ABUNDANT WITH LIFE. IF YOU VISIT ST KILDA BEACH, IN PARTICULAR THE WESTERN BEACHES, YOU CAN WITNESS THE LANDS UNWAVERING RESISTANCE, AND DETERMINATION TO RETURN TO ITSELF IN ACTION. IT IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN A VITAL PLACE FOR COMING TOGETHER AND WE VEHEMENTLY REJECT THE RACIST LAWS RECENTLY IMPOSED BY LOCAL COUNCIL TO ESSENTIALLY PENALISE HOMELESSNESS. THIS ALWAYS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE BOON WURRUNG COUNTRY. WE ACKNOWLEDGE THE ONGOING GENOCIDE ON THIS CONTINENT AND HOLD THE DEEPEST RESPECT FOR THE CONTINUED STRENGTH, RESILIENCE, AND RESISTANCE OF ALL FIRST NATIONS PEOPLE HERE AND GLOBALLY.