Big congrats are in order for Jas Hugonnet who’s just been appointed Manager of the Gallery of Australian Design at Commonwealth Place, aka the former Oz Portrait Gallery down by the lake. [Super work venue!! n(Ed)]
Meanwhile Jas has coincidentally launched his latest artist on-line at Jas Hugonnet Gallery…
Richard Blackwell, turn a corner, 2009, digital print, synthetic polymer paint, Californian maple on board. 50 x 90 cm.
Busy times ahead, darl.
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.
Hallelullia, the Gang’s back in the swim!! Candelo pool was glorious today…
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.
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.)
Jumped onto Rexy on Sunday for a meeting in Brisvegas, and nodded off (as you do) until timely awakened for our favourite view…
Warms the cockles of yer heart, don’t it!! Anyhoo, the trip was straight up and back, no fun/just meetings - but did manage to catch Nick Mount’s show at Artisan, which we’ll bring as soon as we have time to process the snaps (it’s install week at BVRG, so we’ve since been truckin’ up to Canberra picking up artwork, painting plinths, bossing Pa around, yadda yadda…)
Here’s something to go on with, though – pizza delivery Brisvegas-style…
Image and accompanying article from the Telegraph, via breakfastpolitics.
But hey, you know, our biggest objection was to the chichi wallpaper…what was he thinking…
Pa had to do a quickie up to Canberra and back today…
…from the look of his mobile snaps, he was lucky to get past Nimmitabel.
Congrats to Alex Chambers for making the cut in the Woollahra Small Sculpture Prize. We couldn’t lift an image, but you can check out the finalists here.
Good luck, darl.
On visits to Adders, one of the highlights is a Sunday morning Port Market run with Kez and Deb…
…followed by coffee at Lipson’s Café.
Well, has this now been ramped up in the treat stakes, or what!! Lipson’s has moved – and now literally hangs over the Port waterfront…
It’s fantastic.
Can’t wait for a summer visit – check out the view fom that deck…
Mmm…we’re thinking Coffin Bay oysters and a crisp Barossa white…
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