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| Red dress |
Tuesday, 29 December 2015
Friday, 25 December 2015
Making the Xmas turkey
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| All finished and ready to transport to in-laws for Xmas lunch © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Basting the turkey, mid-bake © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Making the stuffing for the Xmas turkey © Jennifer Phillips |
Tuesday, 22 December 2015
Santa
Françoise Mouly, The New Yorker’s art editor since 1993:
"Art was very articulate about this and was explaining, 'No, this is making a point. It’s not just a pee-pee joke for the sake of, like, ‘Ooh, ooh, isn’t pee-pee funny!'' It had to do with the obscenity of the merchandising around Christmas time. We’re talking about the early nineties, when there are people homeless in the street—the inequality is contradicted by the over-merchandising of Christmas. And then a suggestion was made to him: 'Maybe it’s OK if it doesn’t mention the homeless.' And to him, that was really provocation for the sake of it."
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| © Art Spiegelman - 1993 |
Sunday, 20 December 2015
Kiss off
I need someone, a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you?
Could it be you?
The situation gets rough, and I start to panic
It's not enough, it's just a habit
And, kid, you're sick
Well, darling, this is it
Well, you can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back, I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time, do it all the time
I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record!
Oh, yeah? Well, don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed?
I take one, one, one 'cause you left me
And two, two, two for my family
And three, three, three for my heartache
And four, four, four for my headaches
And five, five, five for my lonely
And six, six, six for my sorrow
And seven, seven for no tomorrow
And eight, eight, I forget what eight was for
But nine, nine, nine for the lost gods
Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything
Well, you can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back, I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad, but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, they do it all the time (yeah, yeah!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time (do it all the time!)
They do it all the time, do it all the time, do it all the time.
by Violent Femmes - "Kiss Off" (Live at WFUV) - WFUV Public Radio
Saturday, 19 December 2015
Decorations
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| My 11 year old daughter's decorations - Xmas tree decoration, and a clay Gold Rush era house © Jennifer Phillips |
Thursday, 17 December 2015
Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Me with work colleagues in Melbourne
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| Me with work colleagues in Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Me with work colleagues in Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Centre Place, Melbourne
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| Centre Place, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Centre Place, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Xmas decorations over Bourke Street Mall, Melbourne
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| Xmas decorations over Bourke Street Mall, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Rooftop gardens, Melbourne
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| Rooftop gardens, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Rooftop gardens, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Graffiti art behind Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne
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| Graffiti art behind Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Graffiti art behind Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Graffiti art behind Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Graffiti art behind Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
View over Melbourne from the women's toilets, Sofitel Hotel - 35th floor, Melbourne
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| View over Melbourne from the women's toilets, Sofitel Hotel - 35th floor, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| View over Melbourne from the women's toilets, Sofitel Hotel - 35th floor, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Always 4 O'Clock at Monster Threads, Melbourne
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| Always 4 O'Clock at Monster Threads, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Monster Threads, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Hanging sculpture, BHP Billiton building, Melbourne
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| Hanging sculpture, BHP Billiton building, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
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| Hanging sculpture, BHP Billiton building, Melbourne © Jennifer Phillips |
Saturday, 12 December 2015
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
Sometime around midnight
And it starts...
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that's when
You lose yourself
For a minute or two
As you stand...
Under the barlights
And the band plays some song
About forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano's this melancholy soundtrack
To her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
You haven't seen her
For a while
But you know...
That she's watching
She's laughing, she's turning
She's holding her tonic like a cross
The room suddenly spinning
She walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms
And so there's a change...
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies
Like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless
And lost in the haze
Of the wine
And she leaves...
With someone you don't know
But she makes sure you saw her
She looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
Your blood boiling
Your stomach in ropes
And when your friends say what is it
You look like you've seen a ghost
And you walk...
Under the streetlights
And you're too drunk to notice
That everyone is staring at you
And you don't care what you look like
The world is falling
Around you
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
And you know that she'll break you
In two
by The Airborne Toxic Event
Thursday, 3 December 2015
Torrent
I was a parched river bed,
cracks across the surface.
So fuckin’ dried out,
going through the motions.
By degrees, I’d grown
silent as the stones.
My waters, still deep,
run submerged.
You came to me
like water, like rain.
And our words
are a torrent.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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| Image © Nick Pattinson |
Thursday, 5 November 2015
Nobody really cares if you don't go to the party
You always get what you want
And you don't even try
Your friends hate it when its always going your way
But I'm glad that you've got luck on your side
You're saying definitely maybe
I'm saying probably no
You say "You sleep when you're dead," I'm scared I'll die in my sleep
I guess that's not a bad way to go
I wanna go out but I wanna stay home
I wanna go out but I wanna stay home
Why are you so eager to please?
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Gets harder in the winter, gotta be a fake or shiver
It takes a great deal out of me
Yes I like hearing your stories
But I've heard them all before
I'd rather stay in bed with the rain over my head
Than have to pick my brain up off of the floor
I wanna go out but I wanna stay home
I wanna go out but I wanna stay home
by Courtney Barnett
Wednesday, 4 November 2015
Such great heights
I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and
when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate
that God himself did make us into
corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces
from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch,
but it's thoughts like this
that catch my troubled head
when you're away, when I am missing you to death.
When you were out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio,
I hope this song will guide you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights.
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
I've tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat, it
sounded thin upon listening.
And, that frankly will not fly.
You will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down,
when this is guiding you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights.
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
by The Postal Service - cover by Samuel Beam (Iron & Wine).
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| Mt. Buffalo, VIC © Jennifer Phillips |
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Swiss cheese
"What young people didn't know, she thought, lying down beside this man, his hand on her shoulder, her arm; oh, what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm ones, that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it. And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she had found it burdensome, had flicked it off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered.
And so, if this man next to her now was not a man she would have chosen before this time, what did it matter? He most likely wouldn't have chosen her either. But here they were, and Olive pictured two slices of Swiss cheese pressed together, such holes they brought to this union - what pieces life took out of you.
Her eyes were closed, and throughout her tired self swept waves of gratitude - and regret. She pictured the sunny room; the sun-washed wall, the bayberry outside. It baffled her, the world. She did not want to leave it yet."
From "Olive Kitteridge" by Elizabeth Strout
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| Field of Canola © Jennifer Phillips |
Sunday, 1 November 2015
A walk around Montsalvat
Montsalvat is an artists' colony in Eltham, Victoria, Australia, established by Justus Jorgensen in 1934. It is home to over a dozen buildings, houses and halls set amongst richly established gardens on 12 acres of land. The colony of Montsalvat has a detailed history that reflects the life of Jörgensen and his friends and family, while its buildings and gardens are steeped in the art and culture of Melbourne and its surroundings.
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