Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2019

The finer things in life

Date Night this week was a trip to the newest bar on the block, 54 Benjamin. They do great food, but they are mainly known for their cocktails.

Mr Miyagi cocktail (rum, ginger, cinnamon and yuzu sour)


Sicilian Hit cocktail (vodka, limoncello, rosemary and pineapple)

Jalapeno corn fritters with poached egg and cumin yoghurt

Twice-cooked pork belly with soba noodles in brocollini and soya broth

The winter sunrises this week have been stunning.


More good, warming winter food - this time from Chinese Kitchen Dumpling House...

 
...followed by an evening of culture at the National Gallery, where there is Monet exhibition, and we went to a special showing 'after dark'. It was a fine night of blobby paint and bubbly wine with friends, Mr and Mrs Lovely Bonkers. Tres chic; tres bon. We were allowed to wander about examining the paintings with a glass in hand. How is that insurable?


This first painting is not even by Monet, but it is by Eugene Boudin, who was considered a mentor and a member of the 'French School' of art. Inspired by the work of British landscape specialists, a new generation of French artists abandoned the strictures of the Academy and its ideals; they left their studios, models and props behind to paint France as they saw it. Monet was influenced by this movement. 
La Plage (The Beach) by Eugene Boudin,1864

This is one of my favourite Monet paintings - there is so much energy vibrating from the canvas; I can practically hear and smell that engine. 

Le Train dans la neige. La Locomotive (The train in the snow. The locomotive), 1875

Le Pont de l'Europe. Gare Saint-Lazare, 1877

Effet de neige, soleil couchant (Snow effect, sunset), 1875

Les Tuileries, 1876

Le Voilier, effet du soir (The sailing boat, evening effect), 1885

Meules, milieu du jour (Haystacks, midday) 1890

Charing Cross Bridge, fumees dans le brouillard, impression (Charing Cross Bridge, smoke in fog, impression), 1902

Like many, I love the waterlily paintings which become increasingly indistinct as Claude Monet's eyesight began to fail. They become increasingly about colour and texture and less about shape and form; perhaps a metaphor for ageing in general.

La Barque (The rowing boat), 1887

Nympheas (Waterlilies), 1903

Nympheas (The waterlilies) 1914-1917

Le Bassin aux nympheas (The waterlily pond), 1917-1919

Le Pont japonais (The Japanese bridge), 1918-1919


This is the signature painting after which the exhibition is named. 

Impression, soleil levant (Impression sunrise), 1872

While there are still three days left, we had a 'Christmas in July' dinner party with friends. It was fun and fabulous, as was to be expected. 

Monday, December 31, 2018

Christmas

This is a sort of photo-essay of the day. I think it's fairly self-explanatory.

Next door's cat
We still miss Chester desperately, but I am not ready for another cat of my own, so am comprising with this duvet cover which allows cats on the bed.



Between Christmas and New Year we took a trip to a winery and cafe - as you do... Collector make some sensational wines, including the Lamp Lit Marsanne (flint, spice and pome fruit - gentle and elegant), the Shoreline Rose (manadrin, cherry, rose-water - musky with a dry finish), the Landfall Pinot Meunier (red currants, strawberries, pepper and smoke - herbaceous and savoury) and the Marked Tree Shiraz (dark cherry, blackberry, aniseed - textured and robust). We tried some there and brought some home.

Collector Wines
These are the books on my bedside table. I plan to have an entirely different pile by the end of the year, so I'd best get reading them now!

Bedside books

Monday, November 26, 2018

The best things in life...

The best things in life are free? Well, I've never been given an E-type jag, but I have been given decent health, good friends, a passion for creativity, and an ability to see beauty in little things - from graffiti on bus shelters to roses in bloom or perfectly-cooked parathas. And that's what I consider a gift.

Bus shelter graffiti
Roses in the garden
Ominous clouds with the promise of rain
Drinking with friends
We've been sussing out local restaurants - our quest for the best curry in Canberra is continuous. Dawate E Punjab in Kippax is a good contender.


More graffiti from a run in the rain. I sheltered beneath an underpass and found a riotous expression of colourful creativity. 


The bird life seemed quite happy in the rain. And then the sun came out again.


Part of Christmas at The Smith Family is a massive gift drive. Many people generously give gifts for disadvantaged families; the gifts are sorted into age categories by volunteers; families are contacted by our staff to come and collect the present bags; and we have a day of spreading happiness. 

It's a huge effort requiring a lot of coordination, funding and publicity - last year 100,000 toys and books were delivered to 20,000 children across Australia in one day. Our office does its bit as the boss presents the message to the media and the presents to the children.  


One of the big releases in the beer calendar is that of Feral Tusk: it's a triumph of marketing exercise and hype, and probably a draw-card for whichever venue is lucky enough to get a keg - in this case it was The Durham Castle Arms (a favourite pub of ours) and we hurried along to partake before it all sold out, which it did last year in a few short hours.

The beer itself is a Double IPA, which is very orangey, very malty, very sweet and, at 13.5%, very very big - perhaps too big? At $16 for a half, it's certainly too expensive. But it had to be done. So here I am, doing it.


We are still hard at work rehearsing for Coda for Shirley. There is a lot of fun to be had amidst the script analysis and character development. I know I've said it before, but it's a real treat to work with such a talented group of wonderful women, whether actually rehearsing, or posing for publicity shots!

Here are some of the many faces of Micki Beckett as the titular Shirley and as herself. 


Big sister, Sarah (not my big sister, Sarah) is played with a range of expressions (and several glasses of wine) by Nikki-Lynn Hunter.


And her long-suffering little sister, Jane, is embodied but the ever-versatile and always lovely Elaine Noon.


Rounding out our awesome foursome is the spirited and engaging Alex McPherson as the daughter-in-law-to-be, Jen.


And here they all are together - the fabulous four, ready to set the stage alight!