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Prada A/W 2013.

I try to avoid Prada being one of the only collections I post here, but really how can it be helped? How does she get it so right? The luxury leather in pop colours. Combined with textured tweeds and the modernised retro cut of the jackets and skirts. The turquoise, the brilliant red. The fur, the gingham. The lot.
Have I mentioned that I love art? When it comes to the blues, being sad, bored or any kind of suffering I never cease to be amazed at the power art has to lift me out of myself and place me back down - almost spontaneously - somewhere better: restored, grateful, awed and inspired. To begin with today was one of those days in Canberra, the ones without the sun. Canberra, to me, can be hatefully, impossibly, miserably  cold but more often than not it's winter days are graced with a glacially sharp type of sunshine able to seek out the darkest corners of a bleak wintery soul. And yet when absent.... This weeks immunotherapy was really tough. A step backwards - tweaking the formula somewhat and changing 'brands' - something meant to lessen the side effects, not increase them. So when I woke up this morning with a fresh cold I was........not happy.
it took four hours of saying I was going out to pick up some buckwheat flour to actually making that happen, the dark cold outside…


Bit of a yearly low point. At least I hope it's the low point - in bed all week with bronchitis then woken up this morning in excruciating pain with stiff neck and shoulders. Ugh. Useless to all, my only friends Voltaren and chocolate chip cookie. Am now contorted into the only position I seem capable of, stiff arm over the key board so to blog about better times. Here goes....

Last week R's jazz band was playing at a college over Northside. I didn't know what for so I assumed open day or something. C dropped us there at 9.30, doing the one-car-family shuffle, back to the other side of town for A's soccer match in the rain.  I do not know what made R neglect to tell me college event was Designgate craft market. Every one knows I live for vintage, upcycled, hand made moments like this. I had $1.20 in my wallet. Not even enough for the freshly brewing coffee or baked goods.
Lots of great stalls though as you can see. My favourite was The Glory Box with her porcelain jew…
Recognise these landmarks? Recently we took a trip up to the Westmead Children's Hospital to see the Pediatric Orthopedic Specialist and get A's Perthes' checked. We might have done that at home if his specialist hadn't been in the papers all year for serious surgical negligence, recently suspended, with more news coming out a couple of weeks ago of unethical experimental treatment on a nine year old (seriously, what a creep!). So we did what so many families have to do to get specialist medical treatment in this country - travelled interstate. Luckily we have my sister in Sydney, so somewhere nice to stay and visit and then blessed with the perfect weather. We spent Saturday catching a bus down to the Rocks and then the Manly Ferry out to the beach. Not that we swam, maybe not that warm, but t-shirt weather.

The biggest blessing though is this: A's bone has made a full recovery since diagnosis six years ago. The amount of bone growth in the last 18 months has bee…
One of the things that drive me nuts about interior design blogs/magazines/books is the endless showcasing of beautifully appointed homes where the design is reliant on the high end architectural features of the house ie. style only attainable by those with a huge income. I've chosen these pics because the styling could be in any old room. The transformation a matter of a coat of paint and a good eye for retro. Plus I love a vintage sofa.


Trying to overcome a few obstacles for the exhibition in November which make preparation slow going - frustrating and not a small bit nerve wracking. Need to use whatever windows present themselves from now on so discipline required  for it's not just illness and other responsibilities holding me back but a paralysing kind of fear. Of failure I presume. Isn't that why everyone procrastinates? Some kind of fear? And in this instance (deadlines and all) it's probably best to regard that as indulgent. Sooooooooo to that end....this show builds on my graduate work which was kind of personal - or rather based on personal experience but projected onto wider philosophical contexts to create a narrative about human experience - the conflict between the corporeal nature of the body and the will to transcend that materiality. The new goal is to take that dilemma and place it in historical and political contexts in order to illuminate the symbolic role the body plays (as a kind of b…

photography etc

Wrapped up in bed with flu for the fourth day running which kind of sucks but also presents a good opportunity to Pinterest myself to death. I don't know if I've said this before but my Pinterest boards are the best on the site. Why I have only 340 folllowers is BEYOND me. Have a look and see for yourself. Today I am marvelling at my photography board. I've chosen to blog this lot based mostly on colour and composition.

1.Sarah Jones  2. Sarah Moon 3. Ludmilla Foblova  4. Via. 5. via 6.. Source.


I spent today really unwisely. After taking the last five days in recovery from this months treatment (rough, since I fell asleep without reminding the nurses to keep the rate of infusion slow) I woke up to a gorgeous clear skied, sunny day, a clear head and lots of possibilities (relatively speaking at least). So what did I do with those possibilities? I cleaned the house. I vacuumed and dusted. And as the sun set while I finished cleaning the bathroom I began to feel not just dumb crazy tired but a creeping sense of irritation which has sat with me the rest of this evening. I feel restless, frustrated and craving something more life affirming than house chores, hospital, medication taken on time and illness. Why would I use what precious little energy I have on house cleaning? While sometimes the decision to bring life to order via a messy house is just what I need and actually does make me happy, is actually the best use of my energy - today not so. It's a hard call. In hindsi…

Solange: Losing You

Yesterday was month Eight of the Intragram trial (or is Nine? I'm losing count...) and I slept through the whole thing. The way to go, waking up to find it's all over. As for the whole after palava, trying to have a relaxed attitude, clearing the week of commitments and just rugging up in bed with ipod, thankful to family and friends for making that possible. I'm in need though of some new music to keep things interesting. 
This video by Solange for 'Losing You' I've been meaning to get up here for ages. Filmed in Cape Town, and featuring some of the Le Sapeur community (a subculture originating in the Congo) it walks down that fine line that is exploitation but thankfully, I think, comes out on the right side.
Visually I can't resist it.


Too long away from blogging. Too much time in between posts...Back in that familiar place - paralysis in the face of an upcoming exhibition. I feel as though I shouldn't blog, I should use that time for work but then I don't work since I'm paralysed with fear I wont come up with I dont come up with anything, so I'm not allowed to blog..arghhhh! Trying here to break into that unproductive cycle with some inspiration. I'm going with chalky minty greens...

Source:Via Pinterest
Also how about some pictures of the work table I finally found for my work space? This took ages to find  but now I have it there's no excuse. I found it on Gumtree - the seller posted the dimensions (which were perfect) but no photo. Who does that? Turns out I'm lucky she didn't because if she had it would have sold before I got to it such an amazing bargain it was. I kept hassling her for a photo until finally I thought I'd just go and see it for myself. The suburb…

Indulging Colour.

Here are some pics of the wall I painted, over three days last week - from hot pink to duck egg blue. It's part of the rejigging of this room to create some desperately needed workspace for the exhibition I have later in the year. However it is also, I have to admit, the final touch for a personal style I'd previously dubbed 'Marie Antoinette Meets Gidget'. Naturally it was hard to say goodbye to the pink but I knew I wouldn't regret the duck egg blue. I'm obsessed with it. That and pastels in general splashed with neon. Colours which also, coincidentally, happen to be in fashion right now. I don't know what to make of that. Artists, I think, like to consider themselves above trends and fashion and it is hard to admit what a follower you are. Generally though I just love colour. While I admire really clean palettes and a minimalist style I'm not really capable of either. I guess these photos can attest to that. I am however trying to draw back from my …