Flowers (and vases) in Amsterdam.




Antwerp Cathedral. Belgium.

Antwerp Cathedral. Belgium.


Call me old fashioned, but I love visiting a cathedral. 

However secular a culture may be, their religious institutions contain traces of the fundamental values that colour a society. In the case of the Antwerp Cathedral, it spoke to me of a hertiage rich with experimentation and adoption, open-minded, acquistive, and inquisitive. 

There’s a richness of colour, and playfulness with pattern and design that is unique among the many I’ve visited in Europe. There’s a lovely record of the layers of occupations and style. Heraldic identity is strong, and somehow there is a sense of independence from Catholic dogma.  

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Armadillo handbag. Museum of Bags and Purses, Amsterdam


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Give me the change you said would do me good… Gang of Four are still one of the best bands ever.

Everyone gets down (on the floor) at Les Savy Fav

Dear train vandal…

…thank you for making my trip 100% more interesting

A review of Dia: Beacon brings back memories of one of my all-time favourite art museum experiences…

Visiting Dia:Beacon ranks as one of my all-time favourite art museum experiences. I went up to Beacon with a friend in July last year, but visited the gallery by myself, wandering through the enormous halls alone for hours. The no-photo policy focused my mind on experiencing the work, and the tight selection of artists on show focused my attention on examining what these artists were getting at with their endless exploration of a limited set of materials.

My favourite rooms were filled with John Chamberlain’s crushed cars; colourful, precariously balanced and – standing beside them, you quickly realise – inert, but deadly. I became aware of the force needed to crush them, a force I controlled every time I got behind a wheel. I became aware of the fragility of the car, and the tenuous nature of the automated, controlled, empowered culture it represents. Through the repetition of these forms around the huge hall, I started thinking about the endless permutations of expression, of how demanding an idea can be on an artist, hurling itself against the mind again and again, seeking perfect synthesis. I’d seen a Chamberlain before, at the Pompediou, but it didn’t have this kind of impact. Andy Warhol’s Shadows had a similar effect, the repetition raising questions about the hand of the artist, and how gesture (or the illusion of it) and colour strike your emotions.

I adored Dan Flavin and Robert Smithson’s rooms, Joseph Beuys too, of course… there was also a temporary installation by Zoe Leonard, a work gathering and displaying 4000 postcards from Niagara Falls, which was compelling viewing, the kind of work that excites the imagination of any historian, obsessive or anyone interested in the way we mythologise the places and times we inhabit.

Dia:Beacon is an exceptional place filled with incredible work and just the right mood to contemplate it.


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(39 degrees at Coogee)

(tuberose is now in season!)

(snorkeling at Clovelly)

(morning swim)

(The Troc goes off)

… Sydney Town Hall is jumping on Friday night.

(Wire at Becks Bar)

(Sydney supergroup playing "I touch myself" at FBi’s SMAC Awards)

- from Kate Crawford on Twitter

(protesters outside Bigger Than Jesus)

… which really wasn’t controversial enough to warrant the outrage.

(at Edge of Elsewhere launch at 4a)

(I loved My Bicycle Loves You by Legs on the Wall)

Crazy physical theatre + stunning old footage + fantastic live music + excellent use of projections. Part of Sydney Festival.

(spoiler alert: Madama Butterfly is a bit of a downer)

Bangable Dudes in History

- from

(history’s longest drum solo at Earthless)

(right now)

Take two: after many drinks, everyone moves indoors.

At Flickerfest…