Tuesday, 15 April 2014

thinking and thinking and thinking





It's good to let loose. To lose steam, lose stress, lose responsibility, lose thought for a time. To let go, and only feel, rely on instinct. But then we might become too frivolous, and want to return to ground zero. Home, among the trees (the cliche I could not avoid) is where I can. Home, among the stillness and the path of the sunlight. 

I suppose then, these photos express some of that contented creative release. The skirt was tailor-made from a swathe of fabric my mum ordered from Japan eons ago, intending to make a dress for her 20-something self. The majestic length and column fit make me feel instantly more regal (in addition to the fact I need to lift it when I walk!) And my necklace always packs a reliable punch- rocks are such good friends, always happy to listen to one's problems.

I leave you with a quote from the marvellous Charles Baudelaire,

"You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it— it’s the 
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks 
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually 
drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be 
drunk."

Sunday, 6 April 2014

tender

I don't know why tender is the word that comes to mind. Perhaps it's the gentle quality of the disposable film, the nostalgia and wanderlust, the balmy summer, sun-creased smiles, and simplicity I associate with these photos. Life sometimes pours forth upon us; cold, jolting streams; tingling with sensation; it's how I've felt lately. Sometimes I buzz with so much vitality and energy I can barely sit still, I want to go, go anywhere but where I am, chase extremes. Other times I want to be still, to come down from the clouds, to be entirely alone. Am I so tender in flesh that every breath punctuates me, so that I'm jagged and open, my secretly vanilla self on display. 

Phuket night markets; a chance glimpse as we were driving away in a tuk tuk; riotous noises and smells of petrol, people, grilling food. 

breakfast, Phuket; across the ways from the resort; already humid and a soft grey; unabashedly pink tablecloths and yellow flags.

Ayutthaya, an ancient palace; climbing time and weather worn, charred temple steps.

Bangkok evenings; action shot.

elephant hide riding; leathery; uneven and precarious.

Wat Pho temple, Bangkok; rainbow spires; stray cats; twilight peekaboo, new yellow dress skimming the floor in my camera crouch.

Phuket, poolside; afternoon reflection; over the shoulder click and scamper- funny how it looks so meditative when I took it in a rush, as a final thought.

Monday, 3 March 2014

Apres Sizzle Soundtrack


'Transeasonal' - a word bandied about at this time (i.e. "How to make your wardrobe transeasonal!") that funnily sums up right now. The lazy summer is over; university has started; adulthood is being slowly claimed, savoured, and sometimes spat out; new faces are met everyday; the skies are shifting... an autumn-ing and transeason-ing is occurring inside, and outside.


So, in this spirit, and because we all need a soundtrack to our lives- I have compiled a mishmash of radio, retro and plain zany songs. I thought the film Paris When it Sizzles was a fitting backdrop. It's a fluffy Hollywood confection but Audrey Hepburn is bright eyed kooky pretty in Paris in summer. A happy remembrance of hot days now past and light hearted view of what's to come. 

Friday, 21 February 2014

of Peace of Sea






Low and behold, I am back at the beach again.  

The temptation of summer by the seaside is simply too alluring to resist- especially as these long, lazy and marvellous days dwindle into that hayfever ridden time known as 'transeasonal'. This place,  Mosman Beach, which basically equated to the phrase 'let's go to the beach' for me as a child, is where I begin closing the 5-month holiday chapter of my life. Uni, here I come! 

On an aside, my new Birks (courtesy of having superb friends) and my Hermes scarf are (literally) adding spring to my step and breathing new life into staple outfits. There really is nothing like good company and a sea breeze to brighten your constitution.

Monday, 3 February 2014

Accidental Adventure

Impulse. It was an unexpected cancellation. Without thinking, I filled a backpack and ventured out into the brilliant bright day. Two trains, a few wrong turns and a lost bus ride later, I ended up at Tamarama Beach where a vista in all shades of blue enveloped me every which way. So I walked. 




I stopped for some refreshing nibbles at The Ex Lounge at Bronte Beach
An older man approached me and asked: "Do you always take pictures of your food?"


Then I walked back to Bondi Beach along the coastal walk. I was truly a tourist in my own city today.






A sort of unique, deep pleasure came from my solitary wondering today. I felt aware all the time. Present, and just there. What about you? I would love to hear of your accidental adventures too.

Sunday, 2 February 2014

Heat Glimpse





Brains work really well without any thought. Case in point: photo #1: caught in the moment my new camera (ironically) captured me subconsciously building 'photo hands' into my muscle memory.


I drove up to Maroubra beach last weekend and the heat was blisteringly blissful. It was a day that said, in a loud, proud, unaffectedly bogan voice: "I am The Australian Summer- dry hot windy salty breezy neverending blue blinding golden gaytime sweaty optimistic." To which I gladly shook up a mojito in my backyard, jangling with ice cubes, and toasted to many more days like this.

Monday, 27 January 2014

Feels Fine







photos by m.

I was all but certain, and very excited that my next post up here would be with my new DSLR camera (squeal). Finally, I thought, I would be a proper blogger. And yet... a week and a half later, I am still a fumbling mess when it comes to using my DSLR on anything other than inanimate objects. Yes, I am such an utter beginner that I have been practicing on soft toys. 

Beyond that embarrassing confession, this post continues with the iPhone quality that makes up my blog. But it marks a sort of anniversary, if you might recall last year on Australia Day I also took to the streets of Sydney's city for some spontaneous photos. It's amazing to think what a crazy year has transpired since then. 

But onto 2014, which I'm sure is bound to be great - I think the transition from 'schlepps' to one-legged leaps says it all...oh yes, and my delicious hermes headscarf (swooooooooooon!)