• Travel – Richmond Village & Old Craigow Farm
  • style, travel |    18 December, 2012  |    No Comments    |   
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  • Post no. 3 on my Tasmanian holiday! This time, we headed down to Richmond Village and Old Craigow Farm on Pittwater.
    Richmond is a pretty old village. It’s home to Australia’s oldest bridge (which you see below) and Australia’s oldest Roman Catholic Church. It sounds really fancy, but once you’re there you’re just like, “oh okay”. It was pretty disappointing because both the bridge and the church were really small. So if you’re in Tasmania, I don’t suggest you make the long trip to Richmond just to see well, a bridge and a church. The town is pretty small as well, so don’t expect to get much out of it!

    But do – actually I insist – you pay a visit to a vineyard or a fruit farm when you’re in Australia. Even though I’ve been to a couple of vineyards and farms during my holiday in Sydney, I made my mom bring me to a vineyard in Tasmania just so we can take amazing photos and enjoy the scenery. While having tea at Old Craigow farm, I couldn’t help but start fantasizing about my future garden wedding! Oh and if you are looking to taste the freshest fruit juice or indulge in some wine-cheese food tasting, Australia’s vineyards and farms are the places to go.

    In this post, I’m wearing a The Editor’s Market leather vest, Topshop tank top, Levi’s jeans, Hush Puppies shoes. Scarf is my mom’s.

    xx,
    Drea

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  • Travel – Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens
  • style, travel |    16 December, 2012  |    No Comments    |   
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  • This is my second post on my Tasmanian Holiday! This time, I went to the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens.
    Disclaimer: My mom told me to tell you guys the woman below is not her, she says she dresses way better. Sigh!
    Even though it’s summer, it’s FREEZING… for me at least! Hence I’m wearing a shawl and parka. Okay, it’s 18 degrees celcius, and it might seem like nothing to some of you, but my tolerance for cold weather is really low! And over here, the wind is really strong, like blow-your-hat-off strong, so I mean it when it’s really cold!
    I paired my Zara Parka with my MissyPixie dress, and Hush Puppies’ Heels. The hat and shawl belong to my mom.

    Check back for more posts on my Tasmanian adventure! (:

    xx,
    Drea

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  • Travel – MONA
  • style, travel |    14 December, 2012  |    No Comments    |   
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  • I went to Tasmania’s Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) yesterday with my mom. Here’s a little post on it!

    Before I start on the artworks proper, I just have to rave about this. Every visitor gets an iPod Touch for a museum guide and a pair of Sennheiser headphones to hear the audio. The iPod works on a GPS system, which means it will track where you are in the museum and bring up the descriptions of the nearest artworks around you. Best museum service ever or what?

    There were tons of artworks in the museum, but I’m going to show you a few that really intrigued me.

    First up, “Fat Car” by Erwin Wurm. This bloated version of a Ferrari stands as a critique against over-indulgent consumerist culture in the 21st century.

    The next artwork is entitled “Biggest Worm in The World” by Jan Fabre. To be honest, the first thing that came to my mind was the horror movie “The Human Centipede”, followed by Franz Kafka’s “Metamorphosis”, which tells the tragic tale of a guy who is suddenly transformed into a cockroach. Fabre’s worm is interestingly a self-portrait of himself at 88 years old – he sees his elderly self as “a soft spineless invertebrate, breathing laboriously, gargantuan but vulnerable” (from the museum guide).   And the worm is actually lying atop tombstones of artists who were heavily influenced by insects. Now how about that, a human-worm with an existential crisis, and a penchant for dead artists – I don’t even know where to start.

    When I came across the third exhibit that caught my attention, I began to come round to the conclusion that this museum is pretty profane in its choice of artworks. This artwork is entitled “Deluxe Suicide Service” by Meghan Boody. Pretty Avatar-meets-Chucky if you ask me.

    “Painter” by Paul McCarthy. Instead of posting photos that will not do the video justice, I found a youtube link for you guys. Watch from 27:00 onwards, cos that’s what I saw in the museum. And I just stood in front of the screen in complete shock for like 5 minutes watching this painter weeping and sobbing while trying to chop his fingers off. (The screenshot of the video says it all).

     

     

    “Horse’s Tale” by Julie Rrap.

    Probably one of my favourite photographs in the museum. It’s called “Der Fleck Auf Dem Spiegel, Den Der Atemhauch Schafft” – a self-portrait by Dieter Appelt.

    So I was walking along a really dark corridor, and I came across this at the corner of the room. At first I was like, “who is this uncivilized person taking a nap in the museum?!” and I was wondering why none of the museum staff was doing anything about it. Then it hit me that it might be an actual artist who is just making a statement. Then fear overcame me and in my mind I was all “holy shit, this artist might just turn around and scream at me”. So I tried my best to turn around quietly and slowly, and once I was out of its way, I ran towards my mom. It was only later that I realized it’s not an actual person, but just an artwork made of well, clothes and hair.

    “Untitled (White Library” by Wilfredo Prieto. My friends would totally agree with me when I say this library is so Andrea-esque. It’s white, and super neat. Although my mom had to destroy the moment by saying, “this looks like a library for the dead”. Sigh. The museum gave this quote, which I immediately resonated with:

    ‘I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.’
    – Jorge Luis Borges

     

    “No Visible Means of Escape” by Marc Quinn

    I had to run to my mom for this again. I really wanted to see what was inside, but the handout said “only two people can enter at once” and no way in hell am I going to go into a room that says “DEATH GALLERY” all by myself. Plus the handout had bullet points that said “Take extra care”; “It’s dark in there”; “The doors are heavy, beware”; “Don’t fall in it, please, or enter it willingly”. LIKE WTF?! WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE?!?! If you see the second picture below, the gallery’s floor is filled with water – and the museum had to freak me out even more by saying I might drown if I fall in. Thanks guys, really. The pathway you see below leads to two coffins. I didn’t dare proceed to see what was inside, hence where my camera angle was, was where I stopped. Hey, it’s not my fault the museum played psychological tricks with me before I even entered the gallery.

    All in all, I really enjoyed myself in MONA, the art pieces were really thought-provoking, and I would definitely recommend the museum to anyone with a penchant for art, and um, death.

    Here’s my outfit to MONA: Gap sweater, Topshop top, H&M shorts, Hush Puppies wedges

    xx,

    Drea

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