June 10, 2013

It’s been forever since I picked up my cameras, and despite my protests such a thing would not happen, it’s really no surprise that it started around the time I got my iphone. So I’ve been posting pictures here.


In the meantime, much has happened since I last wrote. The usual normal life stuff and fun stuff and sad stuff and joyously happy stuff. Somewhere in the middle of all of that was our latest house move. We were sad to leave our latest little house but the new place is a treat. We have a claw foot tub and a killer view and some pretty fantastic curtains. Moving always makes me so nostalgic, mainly because I’m a hoarder and I use the packing process as a chance to go through every last letter and photo album and school book I’m still lugging around.


It got thinking of all the houses Joe and I have lived in so far…

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Napier St
Fitzroy, Melbourne.

4_butler

Butler St
Byron Bay.

5_archives

Rue des Archives
Le Marais, Paris.

6_burton

Burton Rd
Kilburn, London.

7_riddiford

Riddiford St (the first)
Newtown, Wellington.

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Riddiford St (the second)
Newtown, Wellington.

9_rintoul

Rintoul St
Newtown, Wellington.

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Edinburgh Tce
Berhampore, Wellington.

11_rakau

Home
Hataitai, Wellington.

Back soon.

January 13, 2013
Lake Ferry (is not actually a lake).

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So up until I went there, I have always thought that Lake Ferry was, you know, a lake. Apparently not. It’s a fishing village perched* on the edge of the island. There are some houses, numerous different colours of ocean (it seems to be where the lake meets the sea and a bunch of different currents collide? To this untrained eye anyway), there’s a hell of a lot of wind and there is this pub, the oldest and southernmost in the North Island. 

The tabletops were duck egg blue and so great that I wanted to steal them. We waited at an empty bar for quite some time, during which time the two other patrons of the bar reached over to help themselves to top ups from the beer taps. The beers and fries were standard issue and I felt like a dick taking photos of them, much the same as I do anytime I take photos of my plate/drink, but without the unspoken social agreement that you get in Wellington when everyone else’s doing it too.

*Fishing pun intended.

January 13, 2013
Foxton Racing Club Inc.

On the road to Taranaki

On the road to Taranaki

Always a fan of a good drop shadow. Sighted on the road to Taranaki, October 2012.

January 13, 2013
A mountain, some memories, some art.

NS Harsha's Nations at the Govett-Brewster Gallery

NS Harsha's Nations at the Govett-Brewster Gallery

Labour Weekend last year (hiding behind the time capsule charm of getting films developed as a reason for my laziness in posting) we hit the road and headed for Taranaki. I was born in New Plymouth, and left not long after that. The only return I made to the area was in 1988 with Mum during Cyclone Bola (which Wikipedia tells me remains the most costly cyclone to hit the country). I recall little from this trip beyond playing in dressups in the amazing Wendy House in our friends’ garden. This is surely testament to the fact that my childhood memories are basically all memories of photos, because Mum tells me we were stuck in the house while the cyclone lashed the area for days. Nope, not even a flicker of memory.

The main reason for our visit was to see a friend who was on an extended layover there sorting visa issues between one exciting place and another. I also wanted to do a drive-by of our little house in the seaside town of Oakura, spend a fair amount of time admiring the mountain, and just generally exercise my sense of “The Prodigal Daughter Returns”.

New Plymouth seemed wholly unconcerned with the latter, but the lingering cloud lifted for an afternoon, revealing the beauteous Mount Taranaki to us (a rare occurence for visitors apparently, so perhaps it recognised me as a former local?). And seeing our friend was excellent. We toured the city and surrounds, went to a great cafe, had an amazing meal cooked for us at her parents’ house and then we hit the liquor cabinet pretty hard for shots of varying quality. 

The next day on a belly-achingly bad hangover we headed to the Govett-Brewster, the jewel of New Plymouth according to all we talked to. The name is a delight to say, and the gallery itself was pretty great. My favourite exhibition (is that a thing we can say? Does it reveal my art-illiteracy?) was the one pictured above, NS Harsha’s Nations. I think to say too much about it will expand upon this illiteracy, but the title and the pictures should give a good idea of ‘what it was all about’, and there’s a nifty timelapse video of the installation. I only had my 50mm lens with me so some of the scale of the work is lost unfortunately; the room was really large, and there were 192 singer sewing machines in there. 

Cloud parts for long enough that we see the mountain.

January 13, 2013
Go-karting

Go-karting with Kate and Eddie

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This might just be the toughest photo of me ever taken (though the steely look in my eyes would’ve been betrayed by a smirking mouth were it not for the helmet). And lucky for me no one captured video footage of our twenty minutes on the go kart track  being the only unlicensed driver in our posse, I was lapped by everyone many times over. My foot hovered on the brake the whole time, but only because I felt like I was going so damn fast! You’re so low to the ground, and your little lawnmower motor is just going hell to leather, and the tyre barriers seem to approach so quickly. I grinned the whole way, like a dog with its head out the window. 

October 18, 2012
Six Barrel Soda at NZFW

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Six Barrel Soda at NZFW 2012, riding on the wonderful coattails of our super talented friends Anjali + Rachel.

Sometimes you go backstage at fashion week and you end up with a pretty disappointing roll of film. Perhaps because you realised taking photos of clothes and models is way harder than you expected. Perhaps because you saw photos taken by this guy backstage that were so good you figured it would be better to leave it to him.

In any event, at least you got a photo of your husband looking babely.

October 18, 2012
Rallying for marriage equality.

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October 18, 2012
Best birthday cake.

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That’s a hill with a dragon’s lair, complete with conquering knights and flags.

October 17, 2012
Sweetest thing.

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September 18, 2012
Fiesta.

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