On my most recent trip to Australia (as in, just a few weeks ago) I visited one of dad's friends, the glorious Marion (who I found has songs on YouTube from the 60's and one of them even has a sheep in it. That's important.) Anyway, the point was that she introduced me to Erté who I have somehow gone 27 years of my life without knowing about but his drawings are so amazing and glorious. I basically fell head over heels. He was a Russian-born French art deco artist who did fashion design, costume and set designs for movies/theater/opera, interior decorating, graphic design, jewelery and more than 200 hundred covers for Harper's Bazaar and Vogue. And if I'd known how god damn difficult his stuff was to find in good online galleries I would have scanned a hell of a lot more pages from the books I was reading! (I may have to be buying this book)

It's all movement and curves and epic drapery (and often Hellenic and Egyptian themes and how am I supposed to resist those?)

A few under the cut )
Yesterday - in the horrible heat - I went to the Nimbin Show and got swallowed up by all the freaking quaintness within it. They had produce judging, you guys. People brought in their fruit and got to be awarded the ribbons of Best Lemons or Best Eggs. It was like being in the 1950s! They even had Best Scones and Best Chocolate Cake, in which there was a Drama because someone had tried to enter a Chocolate Mud Cake and was thus disqualified. Oh my god, I cannot even tell you how sweet and country town I found all this. There was crocheted blankets being judged!

Today I'm home alone, with both dad and Gwen having gone out to do a wedding at Byron Bay (dad drives the fancy cars and Gwen does the celebrant stuff). But it was too got for me to go to Byron and being here is less melty. I was going to go see Jane Eyre at the movies (Fassbender!) but I've got a shitty copy of it somewhere on a computer anyway.

I went to a gallery opening the other night which was really cool - wine and cheese and artists oh my! - but it became less cool as I got hotter and hotter inside the gallery and people walking past things made them shake and made me begin to panic a little bit. Logically I know that there's no earthquakes here. Logically I know this. But it didn't stop be clinging to dad's side and staring up at what parts of the roof I thought would fall down first.

Uncool, tectonic plates.

I've been watching the episodes of Camelot I have with me here. Well, sort of watching. Okay, I've been fast forwarding whenever Morgana isn't on screen. I predicted this would be the outcome of this show. Eva, I love you so bad and with my body parts. Morgana and Merlin are the only characters of any interest and they need to get to the nasty hate-sex right away please.
Unnecessary Quotation Marks never fails to make me laugh. It's awesome like that.

My sleeping habits have gone strange again. It's 6.30am but I'm considering going to the art gallery today once it opens. I should find out what time it opens... 10am! Hells yeah, gallery, you are going to get some of my sweet sweet loving! (I could take the kitty in to see her namesake, but I don't think Lara would approve... or the gallery, either.) Eh, nothing interesting on at the museum but maybe I'll go talk to the mummy again.
NEIL GAIMAN IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. How's that for cementing my gothness in a wonderfully cliche manner?

Just got back from Wellington and I lack the awesome to actually say anything of use about it. Except in very short and simple format:

Amanda Palmer concert on Friday night = MADE OF FUZZY WARM LOVE
(Even if there were some dickheads in the audience and she was tired it was still amazing, just as Amanda always is at her shows.)

Neil Gaiman talk and signing on Saturday = MADE OF FANGIRLISH GLEE AND HAPPY
(He is a god among not gods and I haven't been so excited about seeing/meeting someone for a very long time. And despite the book signing being almost four hours long he was utterly gracious and smiling the whole time.)

This sound installation at the City Gallery Wellington = MADE OF INCREDIBLE.
(In fact, if you reside in Wellington go to the gallery and check it out.)

Sweet Mother's Kitchen cafe = MADE OF CURLY FRIES WHICH ARE MADE OF PIG'S TAILS.
(Delicious, delicious New Orleans food and the mood there is just so warm.)

And now there is home and my own bed. Oh! Bliss!

!!!

Apr. 17th, 2009 09:49 pm
Oh my god. Does anyone want to give me 800,000 US so I can buy it?

Or maybe I can sneak in and replace it with the art print I have hanging on my wall. THEY'LL NEVER KNOW!

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