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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 |
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