Walking back to the office from lunch last week, I spotted this globe in a second hand shop.
Ten minutes later (minus a small sum), I had the whole world in my hands.
find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you… now tell me about hundreds of things -saki
Rustic has always been a favourite word of mine. It brings to mind images of French vineyards, rough-hewn benches and tables, laid out with peasant fare (slabs of cheese, hearty bread loaves, tomatoes straight from the vine, freshly creamed butter, strong wine and / or cider which smells like old socks and knocks you out for nought about five seconds after your first draught) and peopled by gap-toothed, sunburned, salt-of-the-earth… err… beret-sporting peasants (French maybe, or perhaps, Basque).
But enough indulgent stereotyping!
Greg Hatton makes beautiful, functional, modern and yes, rustic objects and landscapes from ‘reclaimed materials, found objects and introduced trees that cause land degradation.’ The last being a real problem in this country as trees like elms and poplars which are native to Europe or North America require more water than Australia’s drought-stricken environment can afford.
You can see more of his work here.
Some months ago, I came across a pile of old, pristine passes to the indie and alternative clubs I inhabited for a goodly portion of my uni nights, perfecting the art of ironic dancing, retro dressing and air hockey. Loathe to throw them out but unsure of what to do with them, I stashed them away.
Recently, I reconnected with a friend from these clubbing days after almost of decade of what he calls ‘lost years’. Aha! I thought when I received an invitation to his birthday, sensing that the passes could suddenly come in handy.