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February |
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The
bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music
and Outrageous Fortune. |
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1)
Mambo teapot - I didn't see the reflection 2) Even
the most prestigious shows make mistakes*
Damned
exhibitionists
9.2.15 - Chris was
up in Olinda with the Vermont St mob yesterday,
so M and I decided to pop into town and take in
the Mambo and Boyd exhibitions at the NGV Potter
Gallery in Fed. Square. The Mambo show was everything
you might expect - cheeky, funny, irreverent and
arguably, well, Art. The exhibition has been lovingly
curated with cheerfully chatty descriptions and
a video on loop featuring some of the famous (Reg
Mombassa) and less famous Mambo artists.
M and I then escalated upstairs to see the Outer
Circle: The Boyds and the Murrumbeena Artists
exhibition, which is also free (with guided tours).
What a dynasty! The drawings and paintings, the
pottery, the archtecture and even the writing by
the Boyds and their partners (including John Perceval
and Albert Tucker) display an abiding concern with
things and issues Australian, (to the point that
the pottery risks being considered kitsch
these days), a torch which arguably has been picked
up by Mambo in its own street-wise way.
M and I were officially starving by now and partook
of lunch at the Chocolate Buddha which was excellent
and demands we one day return to sample some more
of the menu.
* The
painting shows dying trees in a dam, which may be
a form of damnation I suppose.. |
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The
better part of lunch at Fatto |
JP
Goatboy and other bits & pieces..
3.2.15 - February 3rd marks
the M&M saga's second anniversary. Neither of
us can quite believe it - it doesn't seem that long
- and the celebratory luncheon at Di Stasio's today
only added to the air of unreality. Don't get me
wrong, it was a very nice meal, but the room calculatedly
denies the intrusion of sunlight and has the windows
shuttered to slits leaving you to dine in the semi-gloom.
It was a bit similar when Maria and I popped into
the Jean Paul Gaultier show at the NGV yesterday,
but in this case the dark positively added to the
romance. The crowd waiting to get in was daunting
so we went and had an adequate lunch at Fatto before
returning to the line at the exhibition. We swallowed
and rejoined the queue and then must've spent an
hour marvelling at the fevered imaginings of JP
Goatboy - and being beguiled by the lifelike talking
mannequins. I think I'll do fashion for my next
P&W.. |
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