The rocker, the roller, the out-of-controller
A few weeks ago I went to a screening of Mad Max at the opening of the inaugral Australian Film Festival at a favourite art deco cinema. The film — “larger than life and twice as ugly” — was better than I’d remembered from childhood, a controlled mess of scrub, metal and skags. Amidst all [...]
I know you are but what am I
THIS is what friends are for. Pee-wee is clearly both for good times and bad times and this vest will be on my sides forevermore. When I get calls from Samuel telling me he just found something for me and I’ll “die,” I know he’s right. Particularly if he found it in the gutter or [...]
Hôtel New York
Once in a blue moon, you stumble across a person or an object or an idea that naturally aligns to your own path of interests or obsessions. Something to add to the treasure chest. Even more rare is to come across something and question how you became the person that you are without its influence. [...]
Special delivery
Oh that Carl Williamson and his many, many skills. I felt lucky to receive one of his ceramic pieces in the mail yesterday, so heavy those pigeons must have huffed and puffed all the way. Described as a “vessel” for customs, it has a lid that can be sat innie or outtie. The latter resembles [...]
View lots
The auction catalogue for the estate of Mrs Harry N. Abrams at Philips de Pury is dripping in Warhols, Rauschenbergs, Mirós, Calders, Oldenburgs, Lindners, Hockneys, Picassos, Chagalls, Dalis and Rockwells. When confronted with such a dazzling array, what does one choose to bid on? Perhaps Robert Indiana’s Love (1966)? That’s estimated at being sold for [...]
“I’m gonna find the bathroom as soon as possible”
When I was nine I couldn’t work out who I wanted to be more — River or Martha. Last year I watched the Oscars with friends at a cinema in upstate New York. There was potluck, trivia and cheering when Sean Penn & DLB won. The roads from the city had been covered in black [...]
ist still rad
The last time I saw Pavement (’95), I’d never heard of the internet. Imagine that. When it arrived in my family home one of the first things I looked up was a Pavement website. It had an IRC section — as was hot at the time — and it was both goofy and cruel. You [...]