SO hot in Melbourne. I crave the beach and the salt water on my poor stingy hayfever eyes. They are all pink and tired and itchy and irritated. I hope that it will pass soon. This image is from Syoin Kajii hopefully delivers some sea dreams.
I love this kid's bed in a wardrobe. Ultimate cubby.
I have always been a believer in each space being designed for a particular purpose. A 'sleeping space' instead of a bedroom. A place entirely dedicated to sleeping. I would love to have a house where there was a sleeping space and a dressing space. Separate functions in specifically thought out spaces.
This sleeping space is another good one. House in Plum Grove SANAA.
Sometimes new spaces seem so empty when they have no connection to any built past. I'm going to visit a space tomorrow and cast my eyes over some plans for it's new life. The paint was scraped off the other day to reveal brass window frames and oak doors. It was once a place called 'Lacrosse town couriers'. Ha. A 'Lacrosse The Planet' sticker was once on its doors.
Architecture isn't just building new things, from scratch, things that are seen as a single entity. I like to believe it's also an act of analysis, a carefully considered intervention into a landscape, into an existing fabric. A response.
Architecture isn't just building new things, from scratch, things that are seen as a single entity. I like to believe it's also an act of analysis, a carefully considered intervention into a landscape, into an existing fabric. A response.
"ps: i have a fear
of non-lived in spaces
one of the reasons
i didn't pursue architecture,
was that i didn't want to
build anything new."
The beautiful work of Jake Walker at Gallery 9 in Sydney. If you live there, go to it and stare at it. You will become enlightened. Trust me. We have one at home and I am a much better person for it.
top: Jake Walker A West Coast River 2009
center: Jake Walker D Goodwin 2009
bottom: Jake Walker Old Dusty after M Morrisey (detail) 2008
A couple of years ago, in a lounge in a giant house in Albert Park, a few of us sat around and watched Elvis. It was his live comeback performance in 1968. 'Elvis' was up in big red lights and there he sat, on a platform in a sea of (older than they were when he did blue suede shoes) girls, performing and smirking his best smirk. In head to toe black leather.
Romy and I were about to have a Safari Party, and 'tiger man' got us all welled up with excitement. Romy was pondering writing a story about planning your funeral, and for hers, we are going to have her name, big, spelled out in lights.
Romy comes home in 17 days. Excellently soon.
I'm 28. It was my birthday on Monday, I had an amazing day.
My little second cousin Ashley posted this clip with a caption 'so this is where Beyonce got her moves for Single Ladies'.
.
I've been at this game for a while now. I like to check what I was doing three years ago, or longer. This made me smile today.
...
gen bought me poppies
they are slowly unfolding at my desk
from being so crumpled to being so fine and transparent
i love watching them
three have opened today already
june 5th, 2006
I've been at this game for a while now. I like to check what I was doing three years ago, or longer. This made me smile today.
...
gen bought me poppies
they are slowly unfolding at my desk
from being so crumpled to being so fine and transparent
i love watching them
three have opened today already
where there is a strange religion in a little
town where a friend of her's lives
long skirts
and they believe heaven is at the end of a street in
that town
gens friend lives on that street
but the wrong end
and i live at the wrong end"
these people also believe that
you cant look at any type of screen
not a computer or a television
which is run by two gay guys in the town and
get the men to log in to the email and
print off their correspondance
crazy
june 5th, 2006
I recently aquired one of the most precious pieces of vintage I have ever found. A gorgeous cotton 50s wedding dress. I'll show you once I've had it dry cleaned and the zip replaced!
I found this precious place on the internet today.
I'm not getting married, I know people who are though. How incredible is this lace?
Some stills from the film Kelly's Blues that I worked on earlier this year...
more to come as I get them!
top image: amazing outdoor mirror installations by Francisco Infante-Arana and Nonna Gorunova, via beautiful decay via freckle farm
middle and bottom image: The Selby
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all.
Some friends of mine are starting a bar in Westgarth and I popped around with some tile knowledge and other knowledge and checked it out on Tuesday. This is for them.
It will be beautiful.
JULES. sister of JULIO. and GLITZERN.
photo elizabeth toll via a glamourous little side project
Still hanging on, waiting for the landing. I have been dreaming so many vivid dreams the last couple of weeks. Some good, some bad, some horrific.
Being caught between life and death was probably the one that has stayed with me.
I have to land, somewhere, anywhere and know where I am going.
Sitting on my beautiful porch this week with a dear friend over some plum wine on ice with lemon, a discussion of the future and what it holds took place. Seems they are coming thick and fast, these discussions, these days. Speaking with Lorelei last week about what constitutes 'Adult Behaviour' was another of these discussions.
Still, alighting the train when the inspectors appear at 8:21am and being late for an appointment this morning probably means I have a way to go, with the whole Adult Behaviour business.
prada backstage via this is glamourous.
A friend of mine sent me an email of Bridgette Bardot in a one piece and a cape stating that that was what she wanted to look like, "for Halloween and always".
This is what I would choose to look like, always (today anyway).
The Archetypal Man- Judee Sill
".... Archetypal- that means the mold we are all poured from. I really wrote this for an old boyfriend who, who had a lot of passion in his dishonesty... it got me... I don't know how to explain it so I hadda write a song about it..." Judee Sill (live)
".... Archetypal- that means the mold we are all poured from. I really wrote this for an old boyfriend who, who had a lot of passion in his dishonesty... it got me... I don't know how to explain it so I hadda write a song about it..." Judee Sill (live)
And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistant [sic] approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end” You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO!
Letter from Sol LeWitt to Eva Hesse.
via you have been here some time.
What a ride.
Did someone say 'saturn returns' behind a disguised cough?
It seems the quarter life crises just melded into Saturn returns.
Saturn was always my favourite planet when studying the solar system.
I guess because it was the prettiest.
But now its coming 'round again in all its icy glory I wonder if all this 'returning' will actually go on until 29.5yrs approaches.
In other news.
t&a tuna pasta. Everyone has a tuna pasta recipe. Some tomato-y some lemony. Ours is salty goodness and quick. I really do eat this once a week.
Did someone say 'saturn returns' behind a disguised cough?
It seems the quarter life crises just melded into Saturn returns.
Saturn was always my favourite planet when studying the solar system.
I guess because it was the prettiest.
But now its coming 'round again in all its icy glory I wonder if all this 'returning' will actually go on until 29.5yrs approaches.
In other news.
t&a tuna pasta. Everyone has a tuna pasta recipe. Some tomato-y some lemony. Ours is salty goodness and quick. I really do eat this once a week.
I found Backyard Bill today. I think its changed my life. Or something. I also found Got a Girl Crush. But more on that later.
I love the idea of combining say, The Selby with Garance Dore. Friends, in their own place, and their own clothes.
Things I liked about today;
-The discussions about being elderly between the bus driver and his four
freeloading passengers on their way to the club to play the pokies at 10:30am.
-The breath of wind before the train enters into view in the subway.
-New beginnings after burying old hurts.
Things I dislike about today;
-Being disarmed and under prepared for coincidental run in's.
-Burials and goodbyes. Watching the dirt fall upon a little loved one to
the point where they are gone from all view forever.
-The way the house creaks and moans and thuds like there are one
thousand creatures inhabiting its skin.
-My constantly running nose.
-The discussions about being elderly between the bus driver and his four
freeloading passengers on their way to the club to play the pokies at 10:30am.
-The breath of wind before the train enters into view in the subway.
-New beginnings after burying old hurts.
Things I dislike about today;
-Being disarmed and under prepared for coincidental run in's.
-Burials and goodbyes. Watching the dirt fall upon a little loved one to
the point where they are gone from all view forever.
-The way the house creaks and moans and thuds like there are one
thousand creatures inhabiting its skin.
-My constantly running nose.
This is my current favourite song. The Go Betweens have been a band that I can't really shake, Brisbane all over. I voted.
Warning: long-winded update afoot.
I've been a busy bee. Trying to get out and about. Get in contact with old friends. The birthday season is almost upon us. One or two per weekend for the next two months. So many Librans and Scorpions. It was Gen's birthday last week and above is the little present of a terrarium I made. Must be something in the air. Trying to bottle up spring perhaps?
Off to Sydney this week to complete the Costume Design for Kelly's Blues. It's being shot over the weekend, but I'm handing over to wardrobe and coming back for the wedding of the year. Yes! Emma and Cass!
Gordon Grove is coming along. A few hiccups with the old bugger, creaking and sloping while being built, but nothing a bit of extra time, steel, and concrete can't fix. We found our crystal taps and got them fixed*. Next, finalising tiles (this country is a drought for beautiful tiles). We got some old/new stock from De Fazio in Brunswick for the boy bathroom. A dusty box of 21 geometric patterned tiles scouted out by my client. Excellent. Otherwise we've had a bit of trouble matching some tiles to our 70s-ex-toorak-mansion-ceramic Villeroy & Boch double basin, toilet and shelves. After hitting the pavement numourous times, sifting through pool tiles and loose tiles in dusty shops in Malvern and Prahran, we found some amazing new Italian tiles from Urban Edge in Richmond. They are thick and have a gorgeous uneven crazed glaze. I'm waiting for some swampy ceramic pool mosaics from Brisbane. Oh lord Brisbanites are slow. Don't they want to SELL THEIR TILES? Then. Handles. Then- Joinery! Exciting.
Unfortuneately university and I didn't work out. Again. The above was a factor and not having a studio had a role to play. But mainly heartbreak was the key to abandonment. I wish I was one of those people that could channel their hurt and grief into a tangible force and fight on! Alas. Next year will be the year of travel and university. It's just been three months of heartache.
Trotksi & Ash is on the go now again though and I feel like I can remain in control of little fun projects for a while. Lauren is a genius. And Romy remains our European correspondant. COME BACK SOON!
Here is a photo from a shoot I organised a while back too, the first one. Next, a shoot for these ladies (k & n & m) photographer is Jeremy Drape, looking forward to working with more talented people!
Trying to keep a bit busy but not overwhelmed.
Over and Out.
*by the AMAZING people at The Tapware Centre in Bentleigh. They can find spindles, flanges and little tiny screws for any ol tap.
Trotski and Ash (Well just Trotski actually) had a very big weekend. So many delicious treats to come! To start off here is the potato tortilla. Delicious.
I've been doing some research for a project I'm working on and thought I should share some beauties I've found along the way.
Western European churches, especially those near or in shipping towns, often suspended a model ship from the ceiling as a symbol of good luck for sailors.
Murray sent me this beautiful link to these hanging ships. Knowing full well how much I love things hanging from here and there (I cover every hook, handle and hanging light with trinkets, ribbons and scarves- not to mention my swans) this is a dream. Crystal Ships!
(via Ouno)
Whilst doing some research for my Preston project I found this amazing wheat field project by Agnes Denes in Brooklyn. Planting in inhospitable environments to create new borders is a major part of my approach to the project. It reminds me of a story Gerald, our old neighbour at Bowen Crs. used to tell us about his mother strolling through wheat fields in Bruswick on the hill.
What a weekend. What a week. I'm glad August has been and gone. September is going quite well so far. Like the tulips in the concrete garden on my street. They sit there behind the chain wire fence, so big and waxy. Early in the morning the little silver haired woman emerges and waters her garden liberally. I'll post a picture sometime I hope.
I think my project is becoming more resolved in my mind. I wish I was one of those people that could work in layers, layers of drawings and a plethora of models. I think I let things sit. Like the pot of bolognese that's sitting on my stove. Micka's grandmother's recipe. It's been bubbling away for hours. Perhaps 6? My project sits, veiled in a heady steam of cloves and bay leaves.
Hopefully it turns out to be as elegant and considered as a good bolognese...
Murray visited on the weekend. I surrendered to the party (a voodoo party- as seen above) and enjoyed every minute when I put a stop to thinking about all the things that I could be doing (or procrastinating from) and all the things that have weighed heavy on my mind for the last little while.
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