It’s over a week since I last posted. I would have posted earlier, except I’ve been procrastinating, unsure of what to write about. I wrote some interesting posts about some films at the Sydney Film Festival, and I haven’t really had all that much I’ve wanted to say since, or so I thought… In an otherwise bureaucratic week at work, one of the real highlights was a visit to the Petersham Bowling Club. One of…
Before starting to talk about “Footy Chicks” which premiered on Thursday night at the Sydney Film Festival, I need to alert you to a potential conflict of interest: the film’s producer, Michaela Perske is a friend of mine. “Footy Chicks” is a documentary about women in Sydney and Melbourne who are, primarily, footy fans. In addition to that, there’s a group of women who sleep with the players, with a significant divide between these women…
I went to the Opening Night of the Sydney Film Festival where the film, “Ten Canoes” was shown. The film’s significance is three-fold: it relies on a non-linerar story telling model; it’s the first feature film almost entirely spoken (with subtitles) in an indigenous language; and there are no white people in this movie. As a result, the film escapes one of the usual conventions (and weaknesses) of films about Indigenous Australians. In having no…
At the age of forty, I’ve recently started wearing a suit to work. Working in a “creative industry”, I’ve always tended to dress for comfort. Even over the last couple of years working in management, I’ve tended to dress nicely, but never regularly wearing a suit. And then a few months ago, I had to wear a suit to work one day. The result was a range of really positive comments of how good I…
Damien and I had dinner tonight at Sydney’s Belgian Beer Cafe, located at The Rocks. It was the second time we’ve eaten there and because I think it’s a pretty good place, I resolved tonight to some notes about it. Upon arrival at the bar, Damien had already been there and had already been enjoying Gouden Carolus, $10.80 which he described as “Dark, smooth, very malty and utterly delicious”. He was really raving about it,…
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’ve just awoken from a nap. After some lovely bread and a couple of glasses of wine, and some Italian-style veal for lunch, I needed a little lie down, especially as I’m heading out to dinner tonight. Yes, lunch was great. This afternoon I went with old schoolfriend, Anthony and his mate, JT, to the Italian Festival in East Sydney, which I enjoyed immensely. Unlike Norton Street with its large wide…