A showcase of the worst examples of architecture, design, culture and humanity in Perth Western Australia. Posts may contain adult concepts and occasional coarse language.
The Worst of Perth was accused of being too booziecentric (Boozocentric?) yesterday. No seriously. In my defence, I have featured dongers wherever I can find them, but they are , perhaps for the best, not as prominent in public art. I thought I’d post this one of “flunky” vases, to step away from the boozie contoversy, but looking again…
And I’ve been wanting to post this one for a while. Aunty Dirty. Like be dirty.
Voting Closed. Bedford Crackpot the winner by about 40 votes. Fucking Outrage Cohen Second. Winners can make arrangements to pick up piss.
Skink came in third, which was a shame, because his was actually a lot better than Outrage’s. There were however issues with hanging chads and voting machines…
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Into the last 24 hours of the Town of Vincent competition, and still there are amazing twists and turns! Skink took an early lead, but got all Carps on us, and a strange mixture of hubris and humility brought him undone. Cookster never really threatened, being too embarrassed to tell his friends and family his entry consisted of calling Vincent Price a cunt. (Pissweak). When Teh ‘Rage Cohen finally got his voting block into gear, it looked like he was going to run away with it easily, BUT NO! Beford Crackpot Fraternity opened up with pork from both barrels and has surged to a late lead. Can Teh ‘Rage muster up some creatures of the night over the last few hours? Will Skink swallow his conscience? Will Cookster toughen the fuck up? Will the alsorans finally find some friends? Phew! I’m looking forward to the race. This is actually more interesting than the state election night. Who will win the bottles of Howling Wolves pictured?
I couldn’t resist this one from Ross Salvage. Wide or close always the horror, the dolphin, the boozies, the hand… I was so taken aback, I forgot to check the price. Would someone really buy this?
Well I got up at 5:30 am to catch the train to see Lisa She-Ra Scaffidi speak about the future of Perth for The John Curtin Institute of Public Policy. (Or something). Was it worth it? Well yes. Bacon was provided, and several topics dear to the hearts of TWOP readers were discussed. Since no-one else had the nerve, I had to ask her about the elephant, or Ferris wheel in the room. She is a great wheel supporter, and apparently it is on the high seas and steaming towards us right now. We can only hope that Somali or Yemeni based pirates will hold the ship to ransom en route, and be baffled when no-one will stump up any cash. Will be much more appropriate for Mogadishu. No-one asked her what she thought about Paul Murray’s moronic “I’m not homophobic but…”comments unfortunately. I have added a poll below where you can vote for and suggest your own names for the new wheel. Suggestions in the “other” category so far are,
Adam Spagnolo’s Ring of Fire
Silly Thing on the Foreshore
The Fred Mafrica Lazy Susan
The Compensator
strategic wheel of mass distraction
On the positive side, it does look like the dumbed down Dubai on the foreshore has suffered the twin calamities of economic downturn and Julian Brendon Grylls and won’t go ahead in the preposterous form we were presented with by Carps. Something will happen apparently, but not that. Teh Mayor was also pushing for what I called artist garrets above some of the city centre stores like Florsheims on the corner of Hay and William. Sounds like a good idea, but how likely is it to happen I wonder, and how would we stop the artists escaping? The Corrigin kybosh also may delay yet again the refurbishment of the Treasury Building opposite She-Ra House, which would be a shame, as it has been vacant for too many years already.
I have a dream...
Lisa was wearing a grey suit, no, not the pink that some of you had hoped for, but she did have pink shoes, which I can only show with a blurry blowup of a wide shot, but She-Ra fashion fans will get the picture. Speaking of blurry, there was a powerpoint running with stills of the usual suspects, (Smith bronzes etc) but also inserted was some video of the city, which with my 10 years of video production experience, I diagnosed as a phone camera being used by someone unacquainted with visual skills. So jumpy, it gave the impression East Perth was being struck by a massive earthquake.
She can click them together and have a house fall on Peter Natrass
The triumphant partnership of She-Ra with The Worst of Perth in removing the Arse and Boozie sculpture to the wilds of Gomboc Gallery was questioned by one reader Vic Demised, who insinuated with this photo that the site was now worse than when the sculpture was there. Vic you artistic ignoramus. That’s a fucking installation, not merely a handy place for the cops to park while arresting children at the station. Go back to Osborne Park Vic. Or Russia.
Since wordpress was kind enough to add polls feature only today, I thought it might be better to let the readers decide who gets the two bottles of Howling Wolves wine. You can vote for your own, and for more than one entry per vote if you have more than one favourite, but repeat voting is blocked. I will close voting and announce the two winners at 10am on Wednesday morning. I have put up a gallery of all the entries, minus a few not publishable for legal reasons, including a couple of late entries, neighbours by Bedford Crackpot, and Map-it by Midlandia. The voting poll contains my shortlist.
I love it when a bad idea comes together with bad execution. A horrorshow of a logo designed to send the ear deprived child running in fear. And do I have to ask about an apostrophe for childrens? Do they come to have their ears cured, but go away with incorrect apostrophe use? No, I said I wouldn’t do that since my own grammar is crap. My only regret is not being able to get the giant female version on the side, which has a bow and long hair. Seriously. Ear hair I assume. I searched the web but no luck.
Well, the girls are frisky in old ‘Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go
And they walk and I’ll walk They fish and I’ll fish
They sin and I’ll sin They fly and I’ll fly
Where they’re out there having fun in the warm California sun
The Ramones
This is the walkway next to Bodz in Mt Lawley. Guys, if that’s sun damage to that blind, it’s not really a good advertisement for your solarium sessions. I thought those things had been banned. Maybe only in the ignorant eastern states.
This pair of Bonds seems to have literally exploded in Highgate. Ravaged by wild animals? Or does the answer lie with this bottle of Passion Pop empty nearby.
You lie watermelon. You lie through your red seeded arse. In fact why should I even believe you are red just because you say so? Red? Bullshit. From David Cohen. Yes, a fucking outrage.
And I include this Northbridge shark fin, because it is a worst food. It’s a horrible glutinous sticky mass. Yes I’ve eaten it. That some poor bastard shark died to make a really crappy dish is a real worst.