So with our heads held aloft, noses to the sky, we acknowledge and disregard our miserable history for what it was.
A time in our life when we thought every girl we met was the one, and people only watched the television when they were stoned.
If Charles Bukowski wrote a script for Seinfeld, this would be as close as you'd get to reading it. From Australia, James Hattrick has been described as your favourite writers favourite author, as he moves deeper into the literary field from a graffiti writer's background. The transition from wall to paper has become a natural process, as Hattrick steps back to a more permanent record of abstract thoughts. Exploring contemporary issues of his generation, yet being removed from its trappings, Hattrick offers an intriguing, challenging and sometimes fucked up insight in to what it means to be living at this precise moment in time.