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So yesterday I found this right?
I've since been thinking about all the fantastic wallpaper I've ever come across, and the first one that came to mind was this.
Beautiful, yes, but not quite as satisfying as being able to pop bubble wrap or write on the walls. And then I remembered this.
These guys also made this.
Which reminded me of this.
And thus opens a whole new can of worms. Two in fact.
The first is Wall Candy. My walls are bare, just as my landlord likes them. But that's all about to change with the help of one little wishlist and a complete disregard for a "no wall hangings" policy.
The second is Heart Art. A little mini series on artists I love, inspired by a trip to the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane last month, not to mention a large portion of my European adventure being spent in whatever gallery or museum I could find.
Calendar Wallpaper: Christiaan Postma via Apartment Therapy
Beautiful Wallpaper: Trove Wallpaper also via Apartment Therapy
Wallpaper Games: Cinq Cinq Designers again, via Apartment Therapy
Tic Tac Toe: Untitled, 2002, Olivier Mosset [The sculpture is Olivier's, the terrible camera phone photos are mine]
But there's not much that could possibly compare with the work of Carlos Serrao, regardless of the camera.
Holy McLovely. I've never felt so compelled to go stand out in the rain. With a suitcase.
Found via Fubiz™
Which reminded me of this...
Which made me think of this...
And then lead me to find this...
I don't know which one I'm most excited about. I've been eyeing off the Bubble Calendar for a few months now, patiently waiting for its release. When I first heard about it, the Australian dollar was worth US$0.98. Now, it's worth US$0.62. Not to mention shipping costs to Australia are astronomical. Arg!
The adorable Etsy creations by skunkboycreatures and Moon's Creations are also in my "I Hate The Useless Australian Dollar" basket, and I can't even figure out if Christiaan Postma's Calendar Wallpaper is even for sale, but at the very least, the Sock Monkey Calendar is mine! Until Christmas time at least, when I will share the Sock Monkey love with my friends.
I really should have bought two.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
Last weekend, I took my partner on my usual route and showed him all the hidden creek side nooks where I used to rest and contemplate (I was a pensive child). He was not only in awe of the concept of me doing voluntary exercise, but of the beauty of a suburb that is actually incredibly close to what some may loosely term a city.
All this from a girl who made it 20kms out of Sydney, wound down the window and exclaimed "I smell nature!" I think I might even be ready to begin exploring Sydney in earnest.
My favourite day is January 4. It's the anniversary of the day I came across the most important question I had ever been asked.
Purely by chance, in a tiny town on the northern New South Wales coast, I stumbled upon a crossroad that I didn't even know I had to have. I truly wish whoever wrote that could know that they changed my life.
So now I have 3 questions for you:
1. What day do you look forward to circling on the calendar, and why?
2. Have you had any groundbreaking epiphanies or monumental lightbulb moments?
3. Are you where you want to be?
We were visiting relatives in an area of town that I'm not at all familiar with, so when I was told the nearest cafes were "just around the corner", I was thinking a 30 minute round trip at the most. It wasn't long before I was completely distracted by the diverse scenery, from lush rainforests to dry native bushland, all with occasional glimpses of the ocean.
One hour later however, we had yet to reach anything even remotely resembling a cafe. In fact, aside from the occasional house, the only other building we had come across was a gorgeous little church.
Luckily nobody was in there, otherwise they would have found out the hard way why my bicycle is named after Gordon Ramsay.
Fortunately for all involved, the lunch was definitely worth the wait and the view was to die for. Pelicans sailed by aimlessly, oblivious to the sheer amount of complaining they had so narrowly avoided.
It wasn't until we were riding back that I realised why one should never trust a man who says something, anything, is "just around the corner". Thinking I was only going to be in the sun for 15 minutes or so, I hadn't put on any sunscreen. Within a few hours, my arms and the backs of my hands were red raw.
Worse still...I had been wearing a sleeved blouse. Oh yes, the infamous sleeve tan. I could almost pass for a real cyclist. Lunch had been good, but not good enough to warrant an embarrassing month-long tan line.
But at the very least, I've learnt two important lessons:
1. Never trust a man's sense of direction or notion of time.
2. Always wear sunscreen.
I started pondering a short road trip for the weekend, but unbeknownst to me my significant other was hatching his own secret plans. Midweek at 3am, I was woken up, had 20 minutes to pack 5 days worth of clothes (impossible!), loaded into the car and we set off on our way. We took our time on the road, stopping off regularly to soak in the scenery and the morning sunshine, and by midday we had finally arrived at our final secret destination.
In my rush to pack, my trusty camera was left behind, so my poor little camera phone was left in charge. I've thrown a few photos together, taking inspiration from Brad Swonetz (but without his obvious flair).
I seem to like trees more when they don't have any leaves. At this time of year however, that generally means they're dead. I'm still holding on to hope for my little frangipani tree though. He is currently named 'Stumpy'. Yes, I name my plants.
The secret destination, I hear you say? By no means as exotic or exciting as it sounds, our destination was in fact my home town. I'm not one to get homesick, having lived away from home for years, but it was incredibly comforting and refreshing to be back home around family, old friends and beloved family pets.
More travel diary to follow...
I had a nice relaxing weekend planned, with a little bit of reading, a little bit of writing, and a little bit of extreme blog makeover on the cards. That was until I was barreled into a car at 3am and driven off to a secret destination many, many hours away. A lovely weekend away resulted, but the drive back was no less painful...I've had 2 hours of interrupted sleep, a whole lot of sugar and a fair amount of staring blankly into space. What more could you want on a Monday?
The moral of the story, however, is that my marvellous blog makeover is a little behind schedule. The new look is all in place, but there's plenty more prettying up to be done. My extensive blogrolls have still yet to return of their own accord, so I'll slowly rebuild these up to their former glory.
So what do you think of the new look?
[Image Credit] NSFW
Slightly further afield, John Galliano has been rocking the catwalk with some zany headpieces and cotton candy hair, but with a line that is actually quite delicate and feminine. Bold red and black contrasts soon give way to floral prints and pastel silks, and although I have no chance of pulling off any of these looks (headpiece or no headpiece), methinks this is one of Galliano's most wearable collections in quite some time.
Another look that I'd love to get away with comes from the recent Wunderkind Spring 09 collection. I can't even pinpoint what's so appealing about this crazy, eclectic little collection, but perhaps that's why I love it so.
Beach Cricket 1947, Surf Race Beach Start c1940]
[Left to Right, Top to Bottom] Sydney Opera House 1965, 1965, 1967, 1973
During the week however, Dupain was a versatile commercial photographer and an early champion of modernist architecture. One of his most comprehensive projects was his documentation of the entire construction process of the Sydney Opera House, a project he photographed so extensively that his final catalogue of some 1500 photographs was said to have resembled a flick-book depicting the iconic sails rising from the ground.
[Left to Right] Shark Tower, c. 1939 [Architect: Eric W Andrew and Winsome Hall] ,
Staircase, Buhrich I House, 1958 [Architect: Hugh and Eva Buhrich]
Fredericks Farmhouse, 1983 [Architect: Glenn Murcutt]
Dupain also photographed the work of many preeminent local (or locally based) architects, including a 45 year collaboration with Harry Seidler, and many early projects of Pritzker Prize Laureate, Glenn Murcutt. His architectural photography is sharp, simple and straightforward, with angles and compositions that were considered to be daring and occasionally controversial at the time.
Dupain passed away in 1992, but his legacy lives on in his son Rex, also a photographer. Dupain's work continues to gain wide acclaim, and for better or for worse, plans to immortalise Dupain's "Bondi" photograph on a prominent building on Sydney Harbour eventually fell through some years ago. Although he would have been impressed to see that his strict black and white code had been applied, his photography need not feature on buildings to know that his work has already made a lasting impression on the modern architecture of Australia.
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.
This first image is from the "Kings & The Queens” is series for “Magazine” created by Switzerland-based collaborators Florence Tétier and Johan Besse.
And these decidedly surreal moody balloons are the work of Andrea Galvani. Giddy-Up!
Big thanks to Jeremy over at Shape + Colour for bringing such lovely work to our attention on a daily basis. Bless!
I have a tendency to wear black on Monday's. It must be a subconscious reaction to the death of another weekend, but that's not to say I can't mourn in style.
If I happen to forget my unintentional dress code however, I'd rather be in these lovely little Miu Miu creations. Perfect for 5pm drinks, even (especially!) on a Monday.