Amen Caitlin Moran, I’d like to know if they were drunk too. When did something that essentially stands for equality become a dirty word with women? And just as disturbing for me, when did we buy int...
I try not to re-blog too many things from Behind Ballet, since I write for them, and also, since I would probably end up re-blogging everything on that blog, as I love it. But I couldn’t help myself ...
I was looking for some old notes this weekend, and this inevitably led to some cleaning up of boxes of stuff under my bed. Instead of the notes, I found old scrapbooks filled with magazine images and...
I was planning on re-reading Daphne du Mauriers classic Gothic novel, Rebecca, this weekend, but it looks like Ill be working instead. Never mind, its good work. But since I cant enjoy the book this ...
If you happen to live in Perth like me, you’ve probably heard about the exhibition, ‘Picasso to Warhol: Fourteen Modern Masters’, which is coming in June from The Museum of Modern Art. There have bee...
Theres a scene in Howards End where Leonard Bast is shown fooling around at work, gazing longingly at a map of stars in a book. This romantic moment of indulgence is perfectly articulated in the film...
I was asked to contribute to Anthology Magazines regular blog column, Attributes. I was talking about images having a narrative in my previous post. Well, each object in the image above that I took h...
American female aircraft worker working at the Vega Aircraft Corporation, Burbank, California, United States, June 1942. American woman working on an aircraft engine at a North American Aviation plan...
On my flight back home from Melbourne, I read the latest issue of Meanjin from cover to cover. I’ve always wanted to send some of my work to Meanjin, but I chicken out at the last minute. So I just r...
Here is a movie that speaks to my heart. If I ever have prolonged hallucinations or flights into madness, I would like them to consist of hanging out with Hemingway, Picasso, T. S. Eliot and Zelda an...
Sometimes I get commissioned to write pieces for magazines and journals that never see the light of day - or perhaps I should say, the light of print. I usually manage to publish these articles elsew...
I fly back home today, so this post is my fond farewell to Melbourne. I managed to squeeze in quite a bit of shopping, gallery and museum visiting, eating and coffee drinking in my little visit. A fe...
Boy do I have a treat for you: the next instalment of the My Favourite Book series by Kate Pruitt. I should have saved this post for next week while Im away, but as soon as it fell into my inbox, I c...
This space may be quiet for much of this week and next. Im flying out to Melbourne for a work trip, but also plan for some fun. I had wanted to line up some guest posts while Im away, but I ran out o...
A pretty self-explanatory title for my post today, I must be losing my metaphorical touch. In any case, I have a few lovely things to share. Firstly, I want to say a huge thank you to Odessa who sent...
Im so exhausted lately, by myself, by others, by expectations, by my own personality. But I find myself almost comforted, if not calmed, by gazing at the artwork of Romaine Brooks. The androgynous na...
I don’t normally talk about my physical appearance, because I’d like to think that there are far more interesting things about me. However, like everyone else, I live in a world where appearance is u...
I count your devotionwith your fallen hair,strategically placedon my clothes,bed,and eyelashes,like a systematic code oflove.With each layer,you shed the perfect symmetryof your coatonto my world.Per...
CLOSED: Thanks everyone for entering this giveaway, it was certainly interesting to read peoples favourite pieces. The winner has been chosen ... its Amelia! Comments are now closed for this giveaway...
I was looking at this photo of Errol Flynn and Olivia De Havilland yesterday, touched by this moment of captured conversation. I associate these kind of mid-conversation moments with a type of urgenc...
Last night, I read a very interesting article called ‘The Need to Learn’ by John Berger in issue 88 of Brick Magazine (kindly sent to me by Jane). In it, he talks about the French Resistance during W...
I reviewed On the Road a while back, but Im re-reading it now after viewing the trailer for its film adaptation countless times. Ill never get tired of this particular quote. A lot of people have tol...
The day begins in a pose of defenceducking and weaving,searching for a bench.It fills my bones with the itchinessof a guarded armcupping the face in an angular embrace.The bench can be foundwith a ho...
I was watching the film Perfume last night and it occurred to me how heavily it borrows from familiar art imagery of women, typically associated with The Pre-Raphaelites. And then I started thinking ...
Over drinks in a small bar Alice told Mr Sakamoto of the incident in the Métro, of the journey to the bookshop. She told him about the woman with the tattooed arm. Then she said that although she was...
Ive been staring at the sunlight and leaves from beyond my window, wishing the weekend was here already. But before it comes, heres a second instalment of my Big List, mainly because Ive been collect...
Last night, a few friends of mine convinced me to enter The Sydney Writers Centre Best Australian Blogs 2012 competition. I was reluctant to enter because I tried last year and failed miserably. My l...
There are some books that feel like finely distilled water. I love long books with all their detail and heaviness on my lap. But I’m also fascinated by authors who manage to say so much with so littl...
I was going to leave the blog alone this weekend to concentrate on other things, but I’ve stopped questioning when I feel like posting. I guess that explains why I’ll never be able to implement a pla...
There are certain films that make me wish I was more of an actual ‘critic’, rather than someone who simply jots down personal impressions of films. Although I have listed a ‘film reviews’ section on ...
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