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Showing posts with label australia. Show all posts

03 November, 2012

The Land Down Under


ARGH.  Hahahaha.  Here is a post I wrote nearly two months ago but didn't get the photo until the other day!  So here it is:
It's been such a long time since last blogging in that I can't believe I actually managed to get my password right.
I really wanted to write this blog post.  But then I closed a door on my big toe and then the spark to write left me.  

But then I forced myself to write it.  So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't really want to write this blogpost but feel I need to.  So I guess I'm not a quitter after all.

I've noticed how in so many posts I've illustrated my exciting exotic adventures overseas.  So in this blogpost, I'd really like to take the time to spend time writing about some great travels I've actually had, like, actually in Australia.

A few weeks ago I went to Milton to pick up my new puppy Camilla.  But I don't want to put a picture up now, not because I'm too lazy, but because one day I'll do a whole photographic post of pictures of her many looks.  Like the Simpsons Movie, which is really only the kind of movie one would watch once, but I've actually seen it a few times (I don't know why, I don't even like it that much.)

I really liked Milton, the shops had all these things one just can't get in Canberra!  I loved the bookshop, it had good books and good style.  And while I'm mentioning the word style, style is so much more than just appearances.  It's like how these days people are using this word 'swag' all the time, it's a concept that couldn't be so easily described before!  So style and swag are closely linked.  But you can't say a bookshop has swag.  Anyway, the thing is, the world these days is deep.  And then there was this antique furniture place and all these people lying around on the grass without shoes on.  The vibe was good.  I would try to use that abbreviated form of the word 'casual', but I can't spell it.  Actually maybe that word would not be accurate.  Because it was totes spunky and sophisticated as well.  And then we ate lunch at this vegetarian place and it was really good.  It was also quite slow, but hey, who am I to say anything when I've never tried putting sprouts on a small plate next to a pie that had just come out of the heating up box?  I learned a valuable lesson from Quinn Morgendorffer today about the value of quality of time over quantity of time.  And I need to tell you that when you're in a place where you're receiving good vibes, it's good for you, so don't sweat or swear.
I didn't take my camera with me, so here is a photo my Dad took in this AMAZING shop called Twigs where where the woman in the picture, called Rachel, makes beautiful handmade clothes.  The jacket on the left is very interesting - it is reversible.  (If you can see it.)  And I bought my mate Alyce a pair of earrings which were in the shape of an intricate flower but handmade out of this plastic-like stuff, all one piece.
This is a MUST GO place.
Moving on, as this is the appreciation of Australia instalment of my somethingness, it's time I share this wonderful photo I took probs half a year ago or more at Bondi Junction (in Sydney) in the shopping mall.  I lol EVERY TIME!

20 November, 2011

A Satisfying Sunday

Dude, I've been dying since my parents put dynamic lifter and blood 'n' bone in the garden. Sore, choking throat...

Anyway, last Sunday, I went to the fete day for the radio station ArtSound. There was a whole room full of LPs, CDs and cassettes. And by the time I'd finished packing up a box of stuff to buy, the whole box cost me just two dollars. This pristine condition Francoise Hardy record was my BARGAIN BUY!


The others I bought because they had what I thought were funny covers at the time (but not in retrospect). I haven't listened to any of them.

How does she get her hair so perfect?

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I'm getting really into the curved square


I actually like this one. It's got the right amount of pretension. 
the back - Is his name actually "Bob Dyland"?

Classic font for records! Definitely the colours of tranquility...

Maybe if I listened to this music I would understand the relevance of the image on the front

Hit Hits - seriously?




Why do they look like they're dying? Maybe it's a Virgin Suicides thing I don't get...



There was a lot of Hawaiian music

The back of Guava Jam


I actually like this one. I suddenly got this flash of a rookiemag photoshoot because of the rock and the girl's angle


Look at how the man is looking at those flowers in his hand!
the back

lowercase font - never ceases to be Indie

The new Indie way to do your eyebrows. At first I thought the one on her left was her eyelashes, though.

01 July, 2011

My New Thing with the Independent Grocers of Australia

Unless you're the seriously hardcore type of minority who shops only at farmers' markets and organic whole food shops, you probably shop at a supermarket. Yes? If so, then you know what I'm talking about. So, anyway, this is why supermarkets are your biggest window of insight into a suburb. (So, if you're a prospective home-buyer, you must visit the local supermarket when driving through the prospective suburb to see whether you really could live there.) These days, I keep coming up with a reason to pop into an IGA while I've been out, just so I can snoop about in there. IGA stores are more exciting than other supermarkets because individual stores have the freedom to stock what they want for their niche market.

IGA is a good place to buy your hors d'oeuvres in Canberra, the Nations's Capital. Having friends over for a movie? Quickly dash into the Deakin IGA to pick up a bag of Doritos and the gourmet salsa conveniently placed adjacently your chips. The Ainslie IGA is a favourite of mine. Do not let the humble facade of the suburb deceive you; their bread basket (the IGA) is filled with expensive pates, cheeses and small plastic tubs of hummus priced well above the ten dollar mark. The home-printed label on the container will tell you it has been made by someone whose name translates into English as 'Grandmother', deeming it an ethical buy. The sheer scale of the Ainslie IGA tells you it is not just a convenience store for Ainslie inhabitants, maybe meaning they find other supermarkets to be too mainstream, an unethical choice and lacking in local community feel. Nothing must comfort alternative people more than to find dirt on their radishes. The length of this paragraph is embarassing me. But anyway, this is the haven for buying Italian pasta flour, gluten-free kids' snacks, Asian food for people with dietary intolerances, vegetarian chilled foods and seeds for the garden, all in one go.

Despite all of that about the alternativeness of the Ainslie IGA, first prize in interior design must go to the Kingston IGA, which is another of my favourites. It's double the size that one initially thinks and it's the most dilapidated supermarket around! As a final sentence to this blog post, I've been told by friends that the once saw a man inside the Curtin IGA wearing nothing but a towel.