Polaroid Album

Every photograph posted on this blog is the phenomenal result of a Canon 550d camera. Recently, the clarity and blur on my lens had been out of whack, so I’ve turned to my canary yellow Instax mini polaroid to fulfil all of my shooting desires. There’s something a little bit sacred and heartwarming about polaroids: every shot is purposefully selected based on the aesthetics of the environment, the golden feeling in the moment or the significance of the event.

Both candid and posed polaroids make an appearance in my films… There are shots where friends smile at the lens, and others where they don’t even realise their picture has been taken.  Nevertheless, each small rectangle transports me back to a moment in time, allowing me to appreciate the magical blips of memory that they are.

And so, I present the first of my polaroid albums. vines6

Specific themes emerged from the blend of white frames blu-tacked on my wall. SURPRISINGLY, the number one most-photographed subject was FOOD.

Licking spoons, eating breakfast, cooking dinner, drinking margaritas, sitting down for family meals… all of these instants make an appearance over and over again. Food isn’t just sustenance, it’s an integral part of humanity. As sharing a meal brings people closer together,  I’ve chosen to tell the stories behind a handful of my favourite foodie pics…

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LEFT:  Bianca and Holly across from me at the breakfast table the morning after our first university ball. Ashleigh is sitting by my side, and we’re sharing pancakes, fruit and tea in our pyjamas.  

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Holly and I both had time off from work, so we decided to spontaneously visit a friend we made in Europe… he lives in Sydney. This photograph is of Holly cooking pasta in his apartment, right before I knocked a full bottle of olive oil off of the bench (I’m ridiculously clumsy!). After the clean up, we drank cheap pink moscato and played cards with new friends.

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Brae and I hadn’t seen each other in years after she left our theatre group. We caught up in a cute cafe/bar in Brisbane where we ordered cocktails and chatted about her films and my writing.

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This polaroid was taken on the Sydney road trip: Glenn & Jake sharing a milkshake in a diner.  

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LEFT: Zak’s family at breakfast outside by the pool.
RIGHT: My family on Mother’s Day, around our dinner table.

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Ashleigh came over for an ‘art day’ – of course we had to cook brownies to fuel us for hours of painting! 

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Our first meal together! Zak and I cooked a rice curry for his parents one evening when we had a day off. Aren’t our aprons cute??   😉

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I saved the best for last: Zak attempting to cook pancakes but nearly burning the kitchen down instead. He cheekily sprayed olive oil onto the flame directly after I warned him not to: classic boyfriend behaviour, right?! 

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My wall of white rectangles is constantly expanding, so
keep an eye out for plenty more polaroid articles.

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Christmas tree party!

CHRISTMAS HAS ARRIVED!! And with it comes carols, happy Christmassy movies, food food food, overall good spirits and SO MUCH MORE. I’m not going to pretend I haven’t already been watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation or humming Run Run Rudolph under my breath… because I definitely have.

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Interview: McLachlan on Rocky

It’s time to put your hands on your hips and pull your knees in tight, because the Rocky Horror Show hits Brisbane in January. Richard O’Brien’s non-stop party musical is frothing with timeless classics and cheeky moments bound to have audiences pelvic thrusting in the aisles.

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A Letter to Paris

Dear Paris,

Je t’aime, ma chérie!

Every second spent in your city was la vie en rose. The world around me was presented through rose-coloured glasses, every passing moment tinged with a little bit of magic.   Continue reading “A Letter to Paris”

18 things I learnt being 18

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On the morning of February 18th  2016, a friend and I woke up at 5am and drove to the top of a mountain to watch the sky filter through shades of peach, mango and salmon; the beginning of the Earth’s 1.5 million mile traverse around the sun for the day. The beginning of my life as an 18-year-old.

My 18th year was filled with golden waves of happiness, cracks of light disappointment and long ribbons of memories to cherish. Throughout the year, I continued to grow and evolve, learning a plethora of lessons that one generally masters in their first year of decisions and independence. To everyone stepping forward into the next phase of their lives, this list is for you.vines6 Continue reading “18 things I learnt being 18”

Underground Broadway: Christmas

Tucked in an underground bar in Brisbane’s fortitude valley, a little room filled with tattered couches and strings of Christmas lights played host to a magical night of live music. People poured into the festive room wearing bright smiles, settling into the scattered array of chairs with bottles of champagne and picnics stowed in their bags. The show ahead would be a night of overly-talented performers singing carols and musical theatre pieces, the cast including members from the Australian tours of Les Miserables, Matilda, Into the Woods and the Sound of Music.

Underground Broadway is not just a place where musical theatre lovers gather to watch their friends and icons take to the microphone in a flurry of passion, laughter and energy. Underground Broadway is a place where like-minded people gather to share love and appreciation, spread joy and revel in happiness. As Spencer said on the night, “It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, what colour your skin is, your nationality, your religion… If you are kind, you will always have a place here at Underground Broadway.”   Continue reading “Underground Broadway: Christmas”

Cat-calling is not (cl)awesome

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I’m not one of those ‘crazy feminist lasses who think every man is the spawn of satan himself,’ but lately the concept of guys verbally abusing gals has been circling around my brain. The older I grow, the more I notice the position of women in society and how sometimes the relationship between the two sexes is simply an inherent part of our culture. Something that I can’t even begin to understand, however, is the notion of cat-calling.

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Breakfast Club

Grade 12 was a year spent desperately trying to stay afloat among a tsunami of assignments, study notes, formal stress and OP predictions. I don’t know what motivated the rest of my grade to crawl out of bed every week, but I found a life raft in Breakfast ClubContinue reading “Breakfast Club”