Opium and Turkey - Fastimes with Nan Goldin

Ok ... we recently headed out to Heide and were fortunate enough to see Nan Goldin's slideshow "The Ballad of Sexual Dependancy".

 
I believe there were a total of 800 slides of photos Nan took of her friends/lovers between the late 70s and mid-80s. There's a certain sense of turgid glamour riding on a wave of sex, drugs and rock n roll ... these were the days of true escapism, wild abandonement, and violent betrayal.

I think some people would question the validity of homespun snapshots as a form of art ... but its more of a visual installation than prosaic hangings on a wall ... the soundtrack is amazing and the stories gleaned from these sometimes blurry shots run the gamut of life's great motifs from friendship through to obsession through to passion and sometimes just good old plain sexual lust ... despite the harsh conditions of life, these people were at least living ... even in the midst of dying.

A moving piece of emotional dichotomy that frankly pissed all over the rest of the exhibits in the gallery.

"Hooked" Line and Sinker Pt. 1

Also!

D: "Was ist Ihnen?"
W: "Was ist schon dabei?"

Orally Fixated!

Ok ... it seems like its been all about the food recently ... well lets face it, it has always been about the food ... which is why I feel my weight and my winter coat is starting to rebel at the seams!!

But anyhoo, there's so much to catch up on gastronomically. M has been trully inspired and the meals being dished out of our humble kitchen have been stupendous to say the least.

First up was home made Mandarin pancakes to accompany a cheaters (i.e. store bought) Peking Duck.

M's "famous" hands are onto the pastry as per ush.

And it was just another casual week night dinner:

 
Much like tonight's repast inspired by a Matt Moran demo on one of the Masterchef Masterclasses. Having scored Manchego cheese at the Latino run Milkbar in Mooners, and a tub of crab claw meat at the fancy Coles in Flemo, we set to work making our version of Crab and Corn Quesadillas.

 
We made a simple tomato sauce using a recommended can of Bangor's Salsa Pomarola de Tomate Frito, sliced garlic, basil and a hefty dose of pepper.

The filling was made up of crab claw meat, fresh corn, chillies, spring onions (we didn't have coriander), garlic, pepper and salt.

To assemble, we covered one piece of white corn tortilla with the tomato sauce, a generous spread of the crab filling, a mound of Manchego cheese (which is almost like a parmesan/cheddar/goats cheese cross) and covered with another slice of tortilla.

2 minutes on each side in a dry pan, and then in the oven for another 4 to 5.

We wolfed ours down with some seriously paprika-ed chorizo and a couple of empanadas, also from abovementioned milkbar.

Scrumptious.

Vinyl Junkies

Ok ... whilst doing some online "research", I stumbled upon the youtube user page of one vincei2006. He is as infatuated with vinyl as I am, and can obviously see its romantic possibilities. He lovingly shows you the process of unsheathing a record from its warm hard paper nest, placing it on the slip mat, adjusting weights and balances, moving the cartridge arm slowly across and levering the needle gently onto an available groove ... and you hear that needle bump as it catches ... and finally that warm sound ... shivers!

Here's an example of what I'm talking about ... a slice of urban commentary courtesy of a Pat Benatar b-side:

Frangipanni

Ok ... I think everyone in Melbourne was trying to make it into the city today. Parking was a bitch and we gave up pretty much straightaway. So I can't report on the Tim Burton exhibtion. But its on until October ... so expect a minor post of some description sometime.

Anyhoo, a slice of Pear, Walnut and Frangipanni Tart over at Auction Rooms more than made up for it:

And tonight's repast is Peking Duck ... what a great way to end a weekend.

Harry Belafonte

Ok ... in anticipation of going to the Tim Burton exhibition, here is what Tom Waits had to say of Harry Belafonte in Mojo July 2010.

"Harry Belafonte has always been with me. When I make records, I try to explore my own diversity no doubt inspired in part by my enduring exposure to Harry Belafonte. Calypsos, rumbas, shanties, work songs, lullabies, waltzes, ballads, jump tope songs; type of songs that exist in all cultures. In them, we can hear the common human experience we all share. Music travels on trade winds. It is the broadcasting of seeds. Belafonte's seeds grow out of my ears like potatoes ... He is one of standards by which I measure all singers."

Bento Bento!

Ok ... I think I should just let the pics speak for themselves. I've already blah-ed about Ebi ... and John who runs the joint in a past life was a roadie/runner/driver for a calvacade of stars ... he has some stories to tell!!

M had the belly pork

I had the Tonkatsu

Friends with you all over!

Ok ... so in a recent Age (Melbourne) Magazine Design and Lifestyle special, a number of groovy creative types were interviewed and photos of their workspaces/houses/inspirational rooms were taken, and guess what Arabella Ramsey has hanging above her bed too ...

Over at Ghost Patrol and Miso's what do I see but another Plasma Boy print peaking out from the inspiration laden wall ...

All I can say is great creative minds think alike. Arabella we're happy to have been your inspiration.

Ova the Ovaphobia

Ok ... I believe that M is finally over his ovaphobia!

He actually ate and enjoyed a beef dish made with salted egg yolk!! Who would have thunk.

At said restaurant, we also had bones (well we call it bones, but in singers we refer to this as you char kuay) stuffed with prawn paste. Disgustingly unhealthy but yummy just the same.

Both dishes lovingly crafted at the re-vamped Golden Harvest in Footscray.

You're waiting for a train; a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure. Yet it doesn't matter - because we'll be together.

Ok ... I believe it was a Smash Hits reviewer that once wrote that Annie Lennox could sing the telephone directory and he would still buy her record. I kinda feel the same way about Christopher Nolan in that he could cinematize said directory and I'd still purchase a ticket to see that movie.

Inception does not detract from this conviction. I know everyone is over the hype and there will be lots of you out there who will become detractors as a result, but lets not forget that this is a Big Budget hollywood extravaganza, and as extravaganzas go, this is intelligent, non-patronising movie making at its best.

 
There are some extremely clever stylistic allusions and the performances are strong ... yes even Leo's. Although I have yet to make my mind up re: Ellen Page. I couldn't stop thinking about Juno and that "Anyone else but You" song threatened to take over my brain each time she appeared on screen. But the Hans Zimmer score is so insistent and strangely effective in all its loud bombast and the plot so intriguing despite its somewhat infuriating, almost stubbornly variegated plot, that moments of distraction were almost non-existent.

There is an element of intellectual aggrandisement. Christopher does love to subvert logic and prove how he can cleverly resolve seemingly disparate threads into one complete emotional whole at the end. And bloody hell, he's good at it!! And along the way he gives you amazing CGI effects, thrilling action sequences, a bit of humour, a bit of emotional gravitas, socio-psycho-architectural theory, a plot that keeps you guessing right to the very end ... genius.