Being ‘Green’ has never been so fashionable. Our appetite for eco-products and services has created a whole new market segment - giving us the opportunity to save the planet and alleviate our conscience all in one neat purchase. But can we buy our way out of the problem? Is it OK to offset one bad habit against another? My answer is short. It’s ‘NO’. Sometimes, you have to carbon neutralise your own hot air - stop talking and start peddling. There is a better world waiting for you. One revolution (and party) at a time. Get driven - ride a bike.

Ding-dong the witch is dead, Which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead. Wake up you sleepyhead, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up the wicked witch is dead. She’s gone where the goblins go - below - below - below, yo-ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong’ the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low, let them know the Wicked Witch is dead.As mayor of the Munchkin City, In the county of the land of Oz, I welcome you most regally, But we’ve got to verify it legally, to see… to see…if she… if she…is morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably dead. As Coroner , I thoroughly examined her and she’s not only merely dead, she’s really most sincerely dead.

Then this is a day of independence for all the munchkins and their descendants, yes, let the joyous news be spread, the wicked old witch at last is dead!

Something about this time of year really gives me the shits. Maybe it’s the throngs of vacant suburban nobodies click-clacking their way around the city in their post-Flemington, post credit-splurge afterglow. Maybe it’s the pre-emptive noel of tawdry Christmas consumer beacons enticing us to invest in the true spirit of Christmas - shopping. Maybe it’s the fact that Myer shut down their perfectly busy and functional food court to re-open a full square kilometre of food available only in hamper form, a year’s worth of landfill for each redundant staff member. Where am i going to get my nuts now? Luckily, some distractions are in place to keep me from hitting the streets with a megaphone and dressing down anyone in my path. Like the fast approaching Bicycle Film Festival. Future proof your ass. Get on a bike.

An unabashed convert to the Age of Aquarius - Small Town leads the trend toward the mystical and esoteric with its third range - I’ve Become a Desperate Believer. The range features hand-cast polyurethane in iconic symbols of the new age complimented by hand-knotted macrame in the most spiritual of configurations - the Dream Catcher. All pieces feature silver fixings and the colour palate is a simple black and cream. Download the Small Town I’ve Become a Desperate Believer Catalogue

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For any rule to be made it must have once been broken. That’s why you needed it in the first place, to regulate an out-of-proportion incidence of an occurrence back to its acceptable standard. This what the rule makers call - The Law. When things keep happening despite the presence of laws, I like to think of them as statistical impulses indicating the rule is dumb. Take tram fines for instance. How many people in big coats with sheriff badges does it take to reprimand a citizen for the non-payment of a public service valued $3.20? About 8 is the right answer. And if you complain they call the wallopers. To me this seems an indication of insecurity around the law to begin with - don’t you think? Either that - or Fascism. One way or another it keeps happening. All around the city stomachs are dropping at the sight of a 8 failed Centrelink workers with a uniform allowance. You just can’t stop a disobedient nature. It’s nature. And also we now have a SHOP. And also are looking for VOLUNTEERS.

That’s right folks, after several months of talking about it, endless late nights fiddling with thumbs and a few unexpected plug-in moments - the gates on the Ambiguous Horse online shop have finally flung open. Now you will be able to buy beautiful things from the designers represented by Ambiguous Horse and have them delivered to your door without having to speak to anyone. Woo hoo!

We provide a wholesale management service for some of Australia’s most talented designers, including Lost in the Woods, Betty Jo Designs, Quyen and Small Town. If you are living outside of Australia, please note all prices are in Australian dollars. Also please note that since all the designers we represent make to order, delivery times may vary, but in most cases you’ll receive your order within 2 weeks.

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…that there is a show coming to Melbourne in which the performer gives out REAL cash to the audience and tells them they can keep it. The same little bird told me that sometimes these amounts of cash can be in the thousands. The little bird went on to say that the show provides a unique interactive framework for a high-stakes live art comic experiment gambling with text, movement and cold hard cash to send up and surmount problems of gross, net AND self worth. It was at this point that i began to suspect that the bird was in fact a voice in my head. In either case, you should all check out Sara Juli’s The Money Conversation, because little birds always know which way the wind blows.

Friday afternoons can really throw up the big questions in life. Like, for instance - What would be the collective noun for an Ambiguous Horse? An annoyance? (some in the studio might say so) An illusion? A confusion? Or maybe a question? Sometimes we can take comfort in the knowledge that there isn’t an answer. Mmm. Yes. How long did that last? So onto matters of actual business. Item 1 - we have announced the winners of the There’s a Hole in my Bucket project. Congratulations and thank-you to everyone that took part. Item 2 - You can now buy tickets for Sara Juli’s The Money Conversation, the one woman show all about money. Never before have you had the opportunity to leave a theatre richer than when you entered. Item 3 - The Bicycle Film Festival has announced it’s program of activities for the first ever Melbourne leg of this truly global affair. If you are into bicycles - you should be getting excited. If you are into cars, your time on this earth is coming to an end. Something to think about next time you’re stuck in traffic…

My father told me a story about manufacturing this week. He said that the nuns from the local convent used to take cask-wine containers, cut them in half and cover them with wall paper to sell at the local market as document holders. The simple art of re-cycling driven not by fashion or morality but depression-era necessity. The Mother of invention. Sixty years later, recycling is so hot right now - and we are pleased to announce that Betty Jo Designs have been picked up by global uber-brand Paul Smith. So the lino ripped out of a floor in Thornbury to make way for more modern floor coverings will now be on sale as a designed item in Paris, London and New York. Ain’t the world a funny place? When old is new and new is old, it pays to know where you stand. (Maybe we’ll see you on the platform - thanks to Dad for the image).