Little Miss Stubborn made a giant omlette. She was so hungry that by the time she got to Mr Strong’s house for the eggs (cause he everyone knows he always has heaps) she made an omlette so gigantic it didn’t fit on the page. This is the omlette. After this Little Miss Stubborn ate the whole omlette. The whole enormous, gigantic omlette, Just because she was who she was. After that nothing else happened, because she was stubborn right to the very end. Right to the end of the story. Another year passes and another story ends.  Check out our new contact details. A few minor changes, a few fewer eggs. Definitely still one short of a dozen. Happy 2010 celebrations oh yeah! See you in the newer year.

Something is very wrong with this picture. Is it the ill-proportioned camel, coming in at three feet tall? Is it the presence of baby Jesus before the day of his birth? (a no-no in nativity scene protocol). Is it the poor lighting and subsequent amateur-ish photoshop adjustments? Well yes, all these things are wrong but there is something MORE wrong about this moment taking place in a multi-level megaplex near you. A wrong to trump all other wrongs, an absence, a silence, a big ugly gaping hole. Maybe everyone fell into it? Maybe everyone that saw this scene and wanted to wave their arms around and stamp their feet and pull their hair and scream and shout to Christmas shoppers to STOP BUYING THE PLANET WARM disappeared. Fell down a hole. All the way to Copenhagen. I wonder when Jesus was smashing up the stalls of the traders in the temple for seeking profit in the name of God did he ever imagine this. Probably not. In the words of another prophet - “When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose”. Including your point. Happy birthday Jesus. Sorry about all the presents.

You know those days when the world seems so screwed up that all you want to do is scream ‘Stop this freakin ride i want to get off!”. The days when human behaviour is so confounding that the only solace you can find is at the bottom of a bottle and Side 1 of Dylan’s Desire played REALLY LOUD on vinyl? (kicking in at Isis cause nothing kicks in better). The days when you feel you’ve been born too late? Well guess what? You CAN TURN BACK TIME. Maybe not soon enough to prevent the end of civilisation, but you can certainly give it a nudge. The Bicycle Film Festival is oh so happy to be staging Melbourne’s FIRST EVER Tweed Ride. It happens all over the world and now it’s gonna happen here too. All you have to do is get dressed up in old style clothing and ride a bike around town. It happens on Sunday 29 November, 12pm meeting at the State Library. We even did a little preparatory Tweed Photo shoot to get you all in the time-travelling mood. The ride will finish at the B.est F.riends F.orever Street Party in Collingwood - the most fun your bike will have all year. See you there.

Roll on down, hitch a dink, fang across town, have a pedal, mosey on over or just turn up. How you get there is immaterial. Head to Thousand £ Bend on Thursday 12 November at 7pm to celebrate the Launch of the 2009 Melbourne Bicycle Film Festival and opening night of the Sweet Ride BFF Art Show. Pick up your festival program and choose your own bicycle adventure!  We will see you there.

The BFF returns to Melbourne this November 12 - 29. This page is a resource for anyone seeking information on Melbourne 2009 BFF.

“We are so excited to bring the Bicycle Film Festival back to Australia. The style and humor of the team and festival attendees is really inspiring to the rest of us around the world. We’re fortunate to be able to celebrate bike culture with the BFF in Australia!”
Brendt Barbur - BFF Founding Director

Please download the PDF media releases below for information on the various events and activities contained within the Melbourne Bicycle Film Festival.

Festival Promo begins and tickets go on sale Thursday October 29

BFF Festival Overview

BFF Festival Calendar

BFF Film General

BFF Film Program Details

BFF Sweet Ride Art Show & Festival Hub

BFF Streetparty & Bikes Rock!

BFF Satellite Events

100 Word Copy
The Bicycle Film Festival is a community event for the cyclists of Melbourne. So much more than a film festival, the BFF incorporates an art show, rock gig, local and international film screenings, street party, community gatherings, award ceremonies, competitions, alley cats & races, bike polo tournament, group rides, bicycle valet parking and a bicycle beauty pageant! There is something for everyone in the BFF. With a traveling international film program, the BFF celebrates all the positives of a cycling lifestyle in 37 cities around the world. More than 250,000 will attend a BFF this year. Get on your bike and make sure you are one of them! Find out more and book tickets at www.bicyclefilmfestival.com

Available for interview:
Brendt Barbur - Founding Director of BFF (based in New York)
Pip Carroll - Producer of Melbourne BFF (based in Melbourne)
Ilana Russell - Curator of Sweet Ride Art Show (based in Melbourne)
International Filmmakers (various locations)
Local Sweet Ride Artists (based in Melbourne)
Satellite Event Producers (based in Melbourne)

Please contact Melbourne Producer Pip Carroll on 03 9017 3183 / 0428 993 779 with all interview and image requests.

Ok Melbourne so spring has sprung. The smell of blossoms is in the air. The football is nearly over and the horse races are about to begin. The days are unfolding like a banana lounge after a long cold winter, still a bit creaky and wet in the middle. Meanwhile, the irregular weather patterns (suntan in September anyone?) call to mind a sickly child tugging at the sleeve of mother earth - desperate for attention. What are you going to do about it? Get on your bike, that’s what. Download information about the CITY OF MELBOURNE ROAD HARMONY COMPETITION, or the call for BFF Local Shorts. That’s right folks, the BFF is back and it wheely wants to be your friend. Come play with us! Download a media release or subscribe to our newsletter here.

Often it’s the simplest pleasures that offer the most reward. An early morning walk. A new home with grass to wet the bottom of your feet. A DVD watched from the comfort of bed. Or even a to-do list with just two items. In the interests of keeping things simple, a few changes have taken place at Ambiguous Horse HQ. We now have a new home for the wholesale agency. Find our new contact details here. Everything else is still the same. Just more … basic.

Hey folks. Just letting you know that for the next little while you may not be able to get through to the Ambiguous Horse landline. We are moving studios and will be in the nether lands between phone lines for as long as it takes to figure out how to make it ring again.

So please call Pip on 0428 993 779 in the meantime!

Thanks

Ambiguous Horse

If two heads are better than one, how much better would 10 heads be? Or what if you had 50? Or maybe even thousands? When we all put our minds together we can surely see much further down the path ahead. Here at Ambiguous Horse we’ve wiped the sleep from our eyes and are looking firmly down the barrel of 2009, to November - and the third annual Melbourne Bicycle Film Festival. With an exciting Festival line up planned, we are now seeking Expressions of Interest for Satellite Events, Performances and Demonstrations during the festival period. This is your chance to let everyone know just how much you love your bike. And how well you can use your head, even if you’ve only got one.

To find out more, download the Expression of Interest Form
If you would like it as a word doc so you can fill it out without printing, please send an EMAIL

When I’m watching the news and the finance dude comes on and starts talking about the Nasdaq or the Hang Seng or the Footsie 100, I experience something similar to when I’ve eaten dessert too fast and my cheeks start to sweat and my eyes glaze over and my brain begins to float out the back of my head. In short, the numbers have no meaning. How could they mean something when they have no concrete grounding? When they are only ideas about what someone thinks the number is worth and how much another will spend on proving it? Give me numbers that are real I say. Numbers that come one after another and represent fixed principles of plus and minus and … the other ones. But then I find a playing card on the street; the 11 of diamonds, and all 100 footsies are kicking me in the butt.  Who ever heard of an eleven of diamonds? What happened to Jack? Why does the number eleven follow me around? Popping up on clocks and dates and lists and playing cards that aren’t supposed to exist. And it’s then that I realise that one man’s number is another man’s mystery, so Tom Petrovski can keep fumbling his way through the finance report. I’ll just be putting on the kettle and making a nice cup of tea, returning to the box just in time for the weather. Something we can all relate to on these swiftly shortening hazy Melbourne days in May.