Posts from the ‘friends’ Category
Celeste through a window of the information centre at Hanging Rock.
Anna explodes into everyÂ room.Â She is loud and she is colourful and she is warm and kind. She is the type of person who willÂ get on her knees and climb into aÂ rhododendron bush if I ask her to. Unquestioning and patient.
Liesl and I met when our bands played together in a bowling alley in Brisbane more than ten years ago. She lives in Brooklyn now where she works and makes art and makes jokes and just walks around being the best person every day. I don’t think I’d be a photographer without her.Â Or a real, live human for that matter.
Smoke Bellow rehearsing, Baltimore.
I slept late, ate two types of pie with the wonderful Cari, walked around an organic food market and then went to the airport. Just an average Saturday in Amsterdam.
I was exhausted but ready to start something.
I’d not seen Kate for a year and a half. At first she thought it was a coincidence that I’d turned up in the same hotel as them, in a different country to which I live. Damon and I had been planning it for months.
We checked in, had warm ham and sauerkraut sandwiches at the Film Institute. I held their coats while they did a photoshoot for the cover of a magazine.
We ate steak for dinner and I watched them play to a full room at 2am. Then they got in a taxi at 5.15, headed for the airport, then a festival in Germany. Fifteen hours together every 18 months just doesn’t seem fair.
We always talk about getting our chosen family back together, about having everyone in one place again and it just feels like a story with no end.
This is An Horse playing at The Paradiso in Amsterdam last Friday. I am a terrible live music photographer but I love these guys with every bit of my insides.
LIESL PFEFFER:Â Hearts and Arrows
Hearts and Arrows (2011) is an exhibition of photo-media collages and textile works depicting minerals, crystals, gemstones and diamonds. The title references diamond cutting: â€˜hearts and arrowsâ€™ diamonds are said to be unmatched in precision, beauty and perfection. The works in this exhibition are playful and colourful interpretations of rare precious stones prized for their beauty, mystery and luxury. Bright, hard-edged photo-collages are juxtaposed beside whimsical folk art textiles. The experience of viewing the exhibition is to be immersed in a synthetic world of facets, colour, prisms and light.
My oldest friend in the world is a senior carnivore keeper here. When I was back in Australia she gave us a behind-the-scenes tour which meant we got to pat hyenas and this rhino. We’ve known each other for 26 years.
Soon I’ll actually be able to reveal more about why I went to Baltimore. It feels like a life time ago.
Until then, you can listen to the first song by my dear friend Meredith’s new band. It is terrifically good.
I don’t do gift guides at Christmas. Mostly because I don’t really do Christmas. However, tomorrow I’ll be celebrating the birth of someone pretty special. Not to offend anyone who celebrates the religious aspects of Christmas, but this person is my saviour. She lives on another continent but always offers a shoulder to cry on, the sagest advice, uncompromising love.Â Above are some presents I would buy her if I could.Â Happy birthday, Kira.
1. Pretty decorations for her apartment by Confetti System
2. A tapestry horse bag
3. The DVD of every Todd Solondz film ever made
4. A dozen red velvet cupcakes from Sprinkles
5. A plane ticket to come and see me
It seems ridiculous to be packing shorts and summer dresses when this is the view I see on my way to work.
I don’t fly until Monday but I have a jam packed few days coming up and I probably won’t have time to post until the middle of next week when I get to Melbourne (where the predicted overnight temperature is 27 degrees Celsius warmer than here).
So next time I talk to you I’ll be in another hemisphere, in another season, surrounded by people from another life. And I can’t wait.
These photos are by Jacinta whose blog I visited last week. Enamoured by her photos, I sent her some fan mail which is not something I do very often. She wrote back and we soon realised we have a good friend in common. In fact, said friend had even mentioned me to her. We have taken this as a SIGN that we are meant to be friends.
I didn’t mean to take a week off from the blog but sometimes it just happens. Sometimes things just happen and sometimes they don’t and sometimes the world is big, sometimes small.
Adam and Tarik are my two new BFFs. Once a week (workload permitting), we go on a lunch safari together. This involves picking a direction and walking and walking and walking until we find somewhere new for lunch. The first time we did it was the best (isn’t that always the case?). We wondered for about half an hour cursing Tarik for his STUPID idea until we stumbled across a magical little spot that had Mexican street food and a jerk chicken stand and a cute little organic deli. Then we ate gourmet sandwiches and shared a piece of plum tart in the sun. There is no real reason why I’m telling you about this except that I just thought you’d like to know.
I know I promised a photo onslaught but I’ve been too busy having fun to finish my rolls of film. Next week, my pretties. Next week.