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“Her first love was an unresponsive Guards officer, her last the homosexual painter Pavel Tchelitchew; but her truest lover was the photographer Cecil Beaton, who made her lovely, finding her complexion fresh as that of a convolvulus, her eyebrows like tapering mouse-tails, the noble forehead like tissue-paper, her wrists like delicate stems, and her visage entire flooded with the mad moon-struck ethereality of a ghost.”

-Paul West


What I am reading (and watching)

This gorgeous teddy greets visitors to Ballan in Victorias Central Highlands. Promoting Literary Week and the Literary Trail, which will be held in the streets of the town on the 4th September between 10am and 1pm. 486 more words

Bits And Pieces

Down on the farm with Antonia Murphy and Paul West

The conversation between Antonia Murphy and Paul West was certainly a humorous and engaging first session for the early birds at The Saturday Paper Marquee. 807 more words


A bit more about about fermenting....


This post is a collection of fermenting tips I have been wanting to share so excuse the slight randomness of it. Looking back over my posts I realise that I have been on a bit of a food mission lately so I promise next week to tackle another aspect of living green! 729 more words


Regional Flavours at South Bank

Hello people from around the globe, today I will be talking about my afternoon at South Bank Brisbane where I have been before if you’ve read Buddha’s Birthday but this time it was a festival about food, and I know everyone like food. 431 more words