21 July, 2012
Perhaps I would have been more likely to eat my veggies if they looked like this when I was young.
If the vegetables had looked this beautiful, they would probably have ended up undigested and hanging on my wall.
(images from Taschen’s new release Album Vilmorin. The Vegetable Garden)
6 May, 2012
For a summer fruit, they’re doing very nicely – despite the crisp autumnal Canberra chill.
5 April, 2012
Over time, I’ve been experiencing a slow shift with respect to what, where and to whom I’m paying attention. An imperceptible change in priorities from day to day. Which will (has? is?), eventually over a long period, become a fairly seismic shift in perception. Hence, my absence from this blog. So far, it’s mostly been internal. And in all likelihood, is likely to lead to external changes. It’s been liberating, and exciting at times, but also, frankly, terrifying. Only time will tell where it will lead me!
In the meantime, I’m back in Melbourne for a week and enjoying family, old (and new) friends and the general urban(e)-ness of my home town. And the occasional buttery toasted currantey goodness of hot cross buns!
A safe and happy Easter, all.
30 December, 2011
It’s summertime. And there’s nothing better than gadding about in the great urban outdoors, taking afternoon naps or putting up one’s feet and retiring with a book and the occasional snack.
Currently reading: Brideshead Revisited
Currently savouring: a home made pandan flavoured macaron
25 December, 2011
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it Christmas and went to church; the Jews called it Hanukkah and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!
– Dave Barry, Christmas Shopping: A Survivor’s Guide
(with thanks to whiskeyriver)
20 December, 2011
Wow. The last year seems to have passed by in a flash. Suddenly, it’s the week before Christmas. Again.
As a practising (but struggling) minimalist, it’s a chance to lash out and purchase beautiful things for loved ones.
And to reflect on the year about to end, and the new one about to begin.
Not to mention an excuse to eat copious numbers of mince pies, enjoy bad music and pad about in pyjamas for elongated periods of time (joy!). And get all sentimental and nostalgic with friends and family at home.
Merry Christmas and safe, happy holidays to all!
(Image from Charley Harper Colours)
13 June, 2011
‘Tis the long weekend in the Bush Capital.
We headed up to a working farm and vineyard specialising in smoked meats and wine in country New South Wales and ate, drank and made merry all afternoon. And later, as the shadows became longer, soaked in the quiet and calm of the rural surrounds.
I love the Australian bush, with its ghost gums, yellow scrub and desolate, austere air. And enjoyed wandering about the farm, with its old twisted machinery and corrugated iron sheds.
I also discovered that in this part of the world, the sunsets turn the bush a delicate shade of rose-lavender.
10 April, 2011
When I first arrived in Paris in 2003, I was young, naive and green. The city’s beauty literally floored me and I spent much of my first visit being a flâneur, silent and awestruck by the broad boulevards, les petites jardins and the grand, beautiful buildings. And stuffing myself full of pastries and baguettes.
On my recent visit almost a decade later, a more experienced and mature me was less dumbfounded but no less in awe. Even in the melancholy depths of winter, the greyness of the skies – and the pale European sunshine when it breaks through – enhances the delicate lines of the buildings and its the streets. And the city’s inhabitants? C’est chic, bien sûr. Parisian fashion is not showy or flamboyant. But the surprising colour of a scarf, the turn of a lady’s heel, the chic, tousled ‘i-haven’t-tried-too-hard’ hair, the subtle, perfect fit of a young banker’s suit… well, it’s just… quietly, fabulously chic.
Some snaps from my recent visit.
Le Tour D’Eiffel in the limpid wintry afternoon sunshine.
Bread and butter pud (à la française) in the 3ème arrondisement.
Carousel by the Seine.
Buildings in the 5ème arrondissement.
Ticket stubs from Paris.
9 January, 2011
Taking advantage of summer’s bounty. Fresh strawberries for breakfast…
13 November, 2010
As a salon du thé, it has been rather paltry in the drinks department of late. Here are some photos to make up for it.
From my recent excursion to the Big Smoke (aka Sydney).
My first coffee, in reassuringly urban, laid-back Glebe.
Hot cider (and cloves), also in Glebe.
A berry cocktail of some kind, Newtown.