| Watching the runway speed past as he ponders the adventure ahead. |
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Arrival. Time to take the "Duty Shot" to prove you actually were there. |
| First thing - relax and get slave
service to send up lunch. Now where can an ordinary Jo, like our sex kitten here, find some congenial company? |
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Wishing for bigger and better things. |
Seems Mr. M has been shopping about for a small investment with a view of the fairground. This suspicious looking lady was caught in negotiations with Mr. M regarding the rather nice holiday house in the background. |
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| A rather nice, albeit naivist, attempt to immortalise Mr. Magick on a giant scale. Like Mr. M, this face is the gateway to sheer delight. Mr. Magick relives his childhood by climbing precariously on high slippery structures. |
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One of Sydney's premier Occult Emporiums, impressed with what can only be described as unparalleled mystical power, humbly ask The Master if he would share a snippet of his vast knowledge. Naturally, he refused. |
| One simply must find time in one's
busy schedule to relax and enjoy the scenery. |
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Oxford Street certainly is a friendly place! Its almost as if Mr. M was expected at this out-of-the-way emporium, as he was made to feel very comfortable in the groovy leather number here. |
Time to check out the nightlife (being so inspired, and all) so its off to Kings Cross to make an impression. |
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Only so much energy can be drawn out of cloth and ceramic. That pole dancing sure takes it out of you! |
| A pensive moment. |
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Back home. Lucky they have these special airport rickshaws to save long walks. |
- The Gallery of Magick -
Mr. Magick ©1994 S.Lang
Copyright © 2000 by S.Lang Photographs & Graphics © 2000 by S.Lang & D.Weinert