the australian museum



I hope you had a great and food-filled Christmas, I didn't do anything (as usual) but it's always nice to have a couple of guilt-free do-nothing days. :)

These pictures are from a trip to the Australian Museum about...a month ago... It's usually more of a kids thing; school groups come here all the time. But since I'd never been before, we figured we'd make a day of it.



Below I'm wearing a Valleygirl cardigan, ASOS shirt & skirt, and Topshop loafer flats.


What did the late Triassic smell like? Answer: toilets. You know that fake pine-scented air freshener they always spray in public bathrooms? It's that, pretty much.

And below, the requisite silly posing with fake and real taxidermied animals.


They had a section where you could hold and play with things! Obviously I went for the Hamlet pose with the skull... ;D


We are so talented. Black crayon was mine...


...And some gift shop shenanigans. $100 koala, anyone?

arty pt. 2

Cassie and I went back to the Art Gallery a month ago -- it's so big that we can only really take in one floor at a time; previously we looked at more classical paintings and sculptures, and on our second trip, we took in modern art.



I caught Cassie's hand while she was taking a phone shot, but I really like the way it turned out. If I were an art bullshitter, I'd say something about the voyeuristic nature of art, being on the outside looking in therefore never getting the 'authentic' experience of art but then again every individual experience is one's own and thus authentic so who am I to judge what's real and what's not? Yeah, I should've become an art critic, haha.


Now this little exhibit was something else. The artist had actually constructed a basement in the middle of the exhibition floor, with hallways to walk through and about half a dozen rooms to explore. It was absolutely pitch black aside from a couple of well-placed lights, and the smell, the grime, and the whole dank atmosphere was incredibly realistic and a little spooky.

If I remember it right, it's the story of a pedophile-rapist-murderer and his victim. The body covered by the bag was placed right at the entrance of the basement -- you can sort of see where it tents up at the crotch...it's slightly unsettling.


We spent the next ten minutes blindly stumbling through this basement, using our phones for light. There were dusty mirrors in strategic corners to make us jump, dirty toilets and toolboxes and stairs that led nowhere. And then we came upon the body.


In the photo below (left), the placard is a little hard to read, but it says, "Fork for eating human flesh." (!!!) And on the right, a statement about the sexualization/objectification of young girls...or something to that effect, I'm sure.


Afterwards, we swung by St. Mary's Cathedral, where we listened to a service from outside whilst taking dozens upon dozens of narcissistic selfies. There was a wedding photoshoot going on; I feel the urge to qualify that it was an Asian shoot, so you can imagine all the glamorous wistful, 'looking into middle distance' poses that went on. We had a good laugh about that...

a walk by the bay

Here's a different sort of post for today. I've talked a little about moving; my parents are having a brand new house built, and we're hoping to move in by early next year. So for the past couple weeks, I've been taking walks and sort of 'discovering' this little neighborhood that I've lived in for the last four years. A bit of a goodbye thing, I guess, but that sounds incredibly overwrought considering we're literally moving ten minutes away into the next suburb over.

My walks have really become a testament to the fact that you can live somewhere for so long and never realize or appreciate what you have. I 'discovered' this lovely little bay about five minutes away from my house, and my mind is still reeling at the fact that it's been here all this time and I've never even known about it.

And of course, I took my camera along to capture a few details...