Shanghai Memory, Ashfield
V and I had dinner last Sunday at the ever-growing Little Shanghai that is Ashfield’s Liverpool Street. Not only are there a handful of Shanghainese restaurants opposite and adjacent to each other here, the recent introduction of Shanghai Memory marks three dumpling places next to each other (on one side of these three is another...
The Forresters, Surry Hills
Had a nice Sunday catchup a couple of weekends ago at the newly renovated Forresters. Gone are the days of the humble (yet delicious) $5 steaks – the Forresters latest iteration is at the hands of the capable folks behind the Norfolk, Abercrombie, Flinders and Carrington. This time around, it’s been transformed into an Italian...
March into Merivale at Felix, Sydney
Caught up with L last Friday for lunch at the resplendent Felix. It’s magnificent surroundings like these that whisk you away… In Felix’ case, to France, to an opulent bistro. Or perhaps to an idealised version of a French bistro: it was more French than any French bistro I had visited. Mind you, I hadn’t...
Summer 2012 at Bondi Beach
Fittingly, my 13th summer in Australia has been the worst one yet. Gone are the summers of temperatures soaring well past 30ºC; this year, Spring just passed the baton to Autumn. Regardless, Australians (and visitors alike) seize the (summer) day when we can. I took the opportunity to snap a few photographs on the days...
Study of Light: A Photography Lesson on the Colour of Light
I’m currently studying photography at the Australian Centre for Photography. For a portion of one of my assignments, I undertook a study of light. Wikipedia has a much better explanation of Colour Temperature than I can give. I quote: …The color temperature of a light source is the temperature of an ideal black-body radiator that...
March into Merivale at Sushi Choo, Sydney
It’s been a terribly busy few weeks, preoccupied with property settlement (not mine), medical emergencies (not mine) and much much work (alas, mine). February had just flown. An extra (leap) day notwithstanding, the shortest month felt even shorter. What March brings other than the end of summer (like it ever really came ), is Merivale’s...
Four in Hand Dining Room, Paddington
A trip to the Four in Hand Dining Room had been long overdue; even well before a recent trip to its excellent bar bistro. I’d mentioned it to L and T late last year and they were also both keen to try out this award winning restaurant. Calendars synchronised and partners and friends notified, a...
Wilbur’s Place, Potts Point
Last week, V and I dropped into Wilbur’s Place, partly because of Dee’s mouth-watering photos and partly because we couldn’t be arsed cooking that night. We took the short stroll over to Llankelly Place; westward along Darlinghurst Road, just past the strip joints but the last turn before the road bends into the more genteel...
1.8G or 1.4G? I can’t decide!
My sketching/painting has suffered greatly this past year due to various commitments. One particular focus of my attention is the largest contributor to the stagnancy. One specific aspect of this has persistently dogged me this week. I’ll commemorate this illustrating slump with this old drawing, which aptly depicts how I feel at the moment. What...
Bourke Street Bakery, Potts Point
This morning, V and I dropped into the new Bourke Street Bakery in Potts Point, which opened around November (?), to grab some bread and a quick breakfast. The latest of the Bourke Street Bakeries, this is the largest and nicest one I’ve been to (though I’ve yet to visit the Marrickville branch). In stark...
Bangbang Espresso Bar and Cafe, Surry Hills
Before rain started bucketing today, apparently for what now passes as a summer day in Sydney, V and I trotted on over to Surry Hills to try out a cafe she was interested in. Alas, they hadn’t opened yet, thus making a future trip necessary. The Urbanspoon app had taken our GPS position and laid...
The Bar at the Four in Hand, Paddington
For close to the entirety of the last decade, neither professional requirements nor my sartorial ambitions (or lack thereof) necessitated knowing more than one way to secure neckwear. A healthy inquisitiveness (read: boredom) has since taught me the multitude of variants (read: 2) to the windsor knot. Abundance of options notwithstanding, the four in hand...
