Postcard from Chicago…

Just in from Klaus, via mob. mail…

Richard Lindner, The Gambler, c.1952,  at the Chicago Art Institute.

Glass spotto…

Jacqueline Gropp, Winter’s Growth, 2008, borosilicate glass (photo: Stuart Hay, ANU Photography)

The chandelier files…

 

Inverlochy Castle, Scotland (photo: Rudolph, via Granny)

It’s a Bega thang…

We loved the latest bulletin sent around the office yesterday…

New information has been added to the intranet. You can now look up contact officers for Justice of the Peace and Workplace Bulling and Harassment.

Moo!!

Bucolic bliss…

We can barely begin to convey our utter relief to have escaped the hellish crush that serves  as Melbourne Cup Day at the Canberra Racecourse. How dreadful it has become in recent years; all those suited public service bogans and their tarty bints and the frustratingly impossible queues…and let’s not even think about the pack of vicious Serbs that harassed us one year (straight out of Russian Doll they were – quite terrifying. No kidding, even the coppers hung back when we called for help.) So you can imagine how happy we were today at Kalaru with nary a wait for the bookies nor a gnarl in the loo. And everything so pleasantly, unconsciously daggy.  Just the way we like it.

We particularly enjoyed the idiosyncracies of the call – ‘and they’re past the Bega Cheese sign now’ – and there was plenty of entertainment dished up throughout the afternoon…

 

…and a slew of wasted debutantes and sozzled yoofs by the end of the day. But it was all pretty harmless really.

The Gang only managed one minor win (Gun Runner in the first local race - for a princely sum of $2.30!!) but Ginger had Shocking in the Cup, so she was laughing.

For an abbreviated squizz at the day go here.

Postcard from Scotland: train station blues…

Alone at Wymess Bay (photo: Nigel Woolford)

[BTW, what perfeck synchronicity - this arrived just as we settled down to watch Gilbert and George on the ABC Sunday-Yarts programme yesterday arvo. No surprises, perhaps, that here at the hide-out we love G&G. n(Ed)]

Gone lappin’…

Hallelullia, the Gang’s back in the swim!! Candelo pool was glorious today…

What Wazza’s up to…

Thanks to Iconophilia for this lead…

Warren Langley, The Vessel of (Horti)cultural Plenty 2009

Backing off…

Hey all, we’re reconsidering the amount of time (editing/uploading snaps and snaffling on about ‘what’s it all about Alfie?’) lost in blog-biz and we’ve decided to pull it right back. We’ve got too many competing commitments – and that most precious commodity, life/home/hearth, is taking a dive. So we’re gunna claw back our R&R and post way less frequently. More specifically, we’re not going to cover the scene so broadly, we’re just going to drop in stuff of entirely subjective orientation. Be prepared for sporadic scat.

Last meeting, folks…

Yesterday was fairly intense at the BVRG; meetings, followed by meetings, followed by the gallery forum ‘So you want to be an artist…?’ – which ran the length of the afternoon and attracted 60-odd art perps. Well, darlings, as you can imagine, by the end of the day we were simply exhausted. And more than ready for that very last meeting of the day…

 

…the debrief with Rach, Al, Rowie & Megsie (at the newly built beer deck at the Bank Hotel.)