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February
  The bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and Outrageous Fortune.
 
     
 

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..
 
     
 

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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