An so on to our next spot.

So we're moving.
From Beaumaris which we've loved, but it's time to move on - right into the city.
I have to say we totally enjoyed being in Bowie. It's a fabulous spot, the big spaces, the easy pace, the beach and great friends.
We'll miss our house. This most incredible space has been home (and more) for several years, but we're not ready for the laid-back lifestyle (just yet). And we won't miss the commute several times a day. We will miss Malt the café, Rickets Point, The heath at Long Hollow, Banksia & Macdonald Reserve, the breathtaking beauty of bayside Beach Road, the proximity to the Concourse and a lot more.... - but the best thing is we can get here anytime in half an hour. And, we will be back regularly to visit.
We will be just where we've always wanted to be - in Albert Park. Close to the theaters, the shows, the museums, the galleries, the cafés, the easy transport, the jazz clubs, the foodie spots, the nightlife.... that buzz!
Our new address is: 275 Montague Street, Albert Park, Vic 3206. It's a Victorian, much smaller than where we are now, but the location makes up for it all. I mean we've got a park (St. Vincent Garden) just 100 metres away, and I also found a garage to rent for my Porsche (the family wheels will stay out on the road, but that's city living) - and transport by tram is a hop away. We're ready for it... See you there.

Backwards

In my next life I want to live backwards.
You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in an old people's home
feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy,
go collect your pension, and then when you start work,
you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous,
then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play.
You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap,larger quarters every day - and then Voila!
You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

.......Woody Allen

350.org

I'll be in Sydney on October 23rd for the 350° event. I'll be filming and working with Annamaria Talas on the acquisition and editing. It's a great reason to be. Tune in and DON'T drop out..... Maybe I'll get Mo & the girls to join, but we've also got Adrian & Rebekka Koch with their kids visiting. We'll squeeze it all in, somehow. Dharamshala Baptista springs to mind. (Translation: dharamshala is a dormitory, travellers abode and a rest-stop home for ~usually~ monks and devotees!)

Foot, feet, whatever....

'A second leg has been sighted in waters off the Mornington Peninsula following the discovery of a woman's leg on a Phillip Island beach'. - So goes the writeup on the local rag The Age. If it weren't so sick and twisted, I would laugh out loud. 'Feet take a walk' springs to mind. This grisly stuff makes me wonder where the rest of her is. I mean really! Dismemberment? Shark attack? Gangland hi jinks? I have to say limbs, appendages, digits and all that should absolutely stay together. Nuff said.....

Habla en es Espanol?

Just by chance, the other night I caught one of my favorite movies - 'Carmen' by Carlos Saura, one of my favorite directors. It's just sheer visual thrill, and storytelling in it's finest form. Don't know what it is, but I have to say that of the top most favorite directors of all time, 5 of them are Spanish - Luis Buñuel, Carlos Saura, Alejandro González Iñárritu, Guillermo del Toro & Pedro Almodóvar Caballero. I mean that's Five! Fuckadoodledoo. Hmmmm, gotta give that some thought. It IS all about storytelling, and I am a slave to that... Not always neat and tidy and pretty and all that - but every one of their films are powerful, gritty, painfully intense and sheer pleasure. ( I very briefly met Buñuel in Mexico City in '74, he was quite deaf, living in a spartan, hermetic setting - refusing to communicate and very distant, but it left an impression). After that, I remember frequenting a bar/restaurant near Zona Rosa and Pederegal de San Angel called 'Maison del Perro Andaluz', after his famed surreal/dadaist movie 'El Perro Andaluz' - The Andalusian Dog. I think I'm getting wound up for my own filmic journey...

Been awhile

It's been ages since I last wrote. That's probably because a lot's been happening - life, work and the usual.... Oh, I've also been updating my Flickr account (somewhat), but even that needs tending. As well as the 140 character spin, which can be useful at times....
I told myself I just gotta get back. Not only does this provide me with a sense of order (everything else I do is controlled casual dis-order!), it also allows me to create a kind of chronology of events, a visual timeline, and my very selection of images develops a taxonomy of priorities and importance. In my life anyway. Huh? I said that? So here goes, I WILL start picking up from earlier and post those past images first (so that I can still maintain some semblance of order), and keep at it till I am somewhat up to date. That's the intention anyway.
Oh, and we ARE moving home. Closer to the city. I mean right in there where the action is, and the cafés are, and the shows, and the theatres, and the movies, and the museums, and the funky lane-ways, and where the wild, strange and sometimes bizarre folk tend to gravitate. Yup, I'm the enemy of 'normal' and I AM feeling good about this. Besides we will be getting out to the outskirts and country trips, especially with Mara & Tia now active sailors and every weekend at the Sandringham Yacht Club.... Bit of both, and no more long commutes, and the ol Porsche foe fun countryside trips and pleasure. Yesss indeedy.