fishday afternoon

My gorgeous friend Caitlin organized a shoot for us in a friends 70’s mansion on the weekend. She picked me up eye squintingly early for a Saturday in her baby blue 60’s Holden and we flew off down towards the South Melbourne markets to buy a fish, some grapes and put some greasy food in our bellies.

We were rewarded with a friendly welcome and sunshine, so I whisked out my favourite bathers and dressed her up with a makeshift ‘bathing turban’ out of a scarf and a piece of ribbon.

Having a picture turn out well is not a miracle when you have someone so effortlessly golden to shoot with.

Head On

Pretty stoked to be a semi finalist in the 'Head On' portraiture prize. If you’re in Sydney next Friday and get to the opening, do let me know how it all went

back to school camp

Adrian and I drove searching for treasures of the 'left behind' kind this weekend. We had a secret squirrel hint of an abandoned school camp about 2 hours out of Melbourne and set off with ipod playlists and tripod gadgetry.

We stopped in a country town where people greet you when you walk down the road and shared chocolate big M's and egg and salad sandwiches with the very friendly ducks at the pond.

A few navigational issues, scones and teas later,  the fence around the camp was jumped and we found ourselves inside this little gem of a relic.

The mosquitoes were particularly fond of me.

through the urban wilderness

There’s a house around the corner from me that has fallen victim to all kinds of disrespectful behaviour over the years. I’ve always felt sorry for it. Recently some squatter set fire to it and it has been boarded up ever since.

Some loved ones don’t appreciate my naivety when it comes to the strength and support of old floors in derelict structures and since the roof of this house had holes and burnt boards all through it with metal bits everywhere hanging from the mostly open ceiling, I decided to scale it on my own. And I would lie if I didn’t admit that my heart was beating drumlike in my ears and the adrenalin snaked its way through my veins. On my way down my dress got caught on some wirey bits and I couldn’t use my hands to untie myself as I was hanging on to the side of the building with all my might until I got a strong foothold and I could adjust my clothing layers ladylike again. I would have been such a sight from the street hanging off the building in my undies and my dress half way over my head. I guess, at heart, I’m still a child climbing trees wondering how different the view might be from up there.

 

There’s also a couch that never moves from a parking lot near us. I should take a book over sometime and keep it company for a while.  

Perhaps it was asbestos or too much fresh air, but I somehow caught a cold over the Easter weekend. Perfect time to curl up and take out my paints and pencils...