Sometimes it feels like twenty-five years ago and I see things that aren't there. If I had my way, I'd rewrite the calendar and go straight from October to December.
Hey guys! Sorry about missing last week, but here's our new category: WORDREAD. For the Sydney Writer's Festival, this month we're focusing on Sydney based authors.
We have time for one last FASHIONREAD!
There is no doubt that Diana Vreeland disdained an inconvenient truth in a manner that could be startling. She once ejected a friend from her apartment, the jewelry designer Kenneth Jay Lane, for suggesting that her beloved England had been invaded by the Normans...
The Vogue women in those years were in a league of their own. Their style was not just related to fashion, or which designer was hot or not. They lived and breathed Vogue, their taste extending through to their homes, their art, their dinner parties, their holidays.
Hey everybody! Sorry for missing last week, but we have a new theme in FASHIONREAD. Today, we look at somewhat experimental novel.
None shows her with friends or family. They are professional photographs of her posing as a model, photos that might have appeared in magazines.
Hey all! Well, it's the end of March. (Scary, right?) So let's conclude GREENREAD with a book aimed at those who will most reap the benefits of sustainability and environmental protection.
Does it mean being sick in the car? No!
— What Does It Mean to be Green by Rana DiOrio & Chris Blair.
The sign will let everyone know we want to be good neighbors — not just with the people next door but with the local fauna, too. Okay, so as a new homeowner maybe I'm a tad naive.
A person looking upon such a desolated scene would be forgiven for thinking that fire is a scourge from the nether regions that Dante, writing halfway across the world around the time that our fire erupted, called the Inferno. Rain comes from heaven; fire comes from hell.
Such a person would be wrong.