West End Twilight Markets

As of yesterday, I am no longer an undergraduate student. To celebrate and unwind from four years of torturing my brain, it was with the greatest excitement that I ventured to have a look-see at the West End Twilight Markets, a brand-spanking-new event that only started last week.

The venue was a small hangar on Boundary Street, a short walk away from the Gunshop Cafe or the Three Monkeys Cafe (incidentally also a great place for almond biscotti cake and lattes), as knowledgable locals would find convenient.

Having arrived unfashionably early (as I am prone to do), the first thing I noticed was the somewhat food-centric-ness of the market. Notably a mint-green Volkswagen Bus was parked outside, serving vintage softdrinks (with red-and-white swirly straws!), and a pizza stall complete with baking kiln. Within, the smell of baked goods pervaded the air - macaroons (oh but the ginger nut caramel was heavenly), pumpkin bread, mini baugettes, cupcakes, etc. - almost every species of saccharine and non-saccharine carbohydrates you could crave for, stacked tastefully in hampers and baskets and cake-stands. There was also a "bar" comprised of what seemed to be folding tables and stools, though I did not pay it much attention, not being especially inclined to beer.

There were, of course, also clothes stalls and knick-knack stalls, as with every vintage market. I spotted a few darling tea-sets and even a magnificent fuchsia Remington typewriter (which was way beyond my means, alas). Other goods included homeware, books, stationery, snips and swathes of pretty fabric, hats, accessories, and a tarot reading table and an ukulele class stall (where the owner was actually playing the fiddle), if you would like your fortune told or learn how to play an unusual instrument.

Personally I am glad that the WETM offers something slightly different to the generic vintage market (if such a thing exists). While Finders Keepers is more stationery-centric, and vintage retail stores and op shops offer ample supply of threads, WETM is an interesting blend of food, music, fashion and culture. The fact it runs from 4pm-9pm is also considerate for those who need to work on weekends - you poor things - but would still like to immerse in some fun and sights.

The West End Twilight Market runs on Saturday evenings from 4-9pm

Location: 113 Boundary Street (or Cnr Boundary and Wilson St)

SX-70 + Impossible Project Silver Shade (Emulsion Lift TBA)

Guess what came in the mail today?

Isn't it just gorgeous? The fact that this compact foldable beauty was made in the 70s just takes my breath away. I was barely able to contain my excitement as I skipped up Queen St. Mall to blow $80 on two packs of Impossible Film.

Now, I know that Impossible Film is notorious for its temperamentality, and hence anticipated the learning curve, the warp-speed light shielding and obsessive-compulsive temperature monitoring. What I didn't expect, though, was that one 2-minute car trip in my mom's stifling dyfunctional 80's Peugeot would ruin all of the film.

As you can see, they turned a murky orangey-brown. Which is still pretty in a different way, but I expected a crisp, luminant black-and-white. See this Flickr group for the "supposed" effects of Silver Shade.

Nonetheless I still had a lot of fun shooting these 8 photos. I got 2 that were semi-acceptable, but seeing as to how this is my first time using the SX-70 and Impossible Film, that's to be expected.

I'm soaking one of those photos right now to create an emulsion lift. Hopefully it will turn out alright, and I will update later about how it goes.

The Blogspot Dictionary of Jovie Entry #2: Crunj

Crunj [kr-un-jeh]

1. [n.] A mess-up, a freak accident
e.g. "That is a total crunj."

2. [adj.] An exclamation of frustration, annoyance, & c.
e.g. "Oh crunj!"

3. [v.] In past tense - Crunj'd. To make a stupid mistake.
e.g. "I crunj'd."

Origin: Misspelling of the word "drunk" in iPhone message conversation, subsequently legitimized in joviality.

I daresay we have surpassed ourselves again, J.

Mermaid Blues

This hue caught my eye as it's radical but pretty at the same time. It doesn't remind me of anything sentimental and I don't have anything poignant to say about it. I was just bored and it was a spur of the moment whim.


I love it, so naturally my father hates it. But what's life without a bit of spontaneity?

Oh. There you go. I managed to fit in something profound after all. :)

Hana Rosa - Paddington

Last Saturday afternoon, a good friend and I decided to visit one of our favourite Paddington shops. Feeling slightly peckish as we stepped off the bus, we dropped into a cafe that seemed to be the only one open for miles around (not an uncommon occurence in Brisbane).


It was a hot October day and we were both inordinately relieved by the shade provided. After we ordered our refreshements we ventured to look around, and was pleasantly surprised by the comfortably-sized space, furnished simply yet gracefully. The natural lighting was especially divine.

Our yoghurt cup and mango smoothie arrived at an acceptable timing. The quality was also surprisingly good, although the mango-ness of my smoothie wasn't too prominent, I guess mango season isn't in full swing yet.

I had a look around online and apparently they also serve quite good coffee. I'm more of a tea drinker myself, but coffee drinkers are welcome to provide their verdict in the comments.

Address
16 Latrobe Terrace
Paddington, Brisbane,
Queensland, Australia, 4064

Sixties November

Our wonderful dance teacher Mr M. showed us this dance last night, and now I can't get the song out of my head. Perfect for cheering up myself during thunderstorm season.