SEDUCED BY STELLA
My next purchase is a set of Stella McCartney lingerie for every day of the week. I probably won't even need to leave the apartment. Just hang out in it morning, noon and night. Who said you can't have fun Monday-Friday?
MELBOURNE
If Sydney had a genetically cooler sibling, Melbourne would be it. All dark and mysterious, lulling you in with an aura that it knows something you don’t. And it does. The cafes, the bars, the galleries--it’s a breed of leisure the state of New South Wales just doesn’t do as well. I’m ashamed to admit last week was my first real trip to Melbourne where I consumed as much culture south of the border as I could.
In our whirlwind trip we spent hours at the Lost & Found Market (where we imagined what our places would look like if we could visit there every week for knick-knacks and furniture), ate amazing food everywhere from Movida to Cumulus, rode bikes to Collingwood and Fitzroy, saw exhibitions from the likes of Misha Hollenbach and Berlin duo TONK, and consumed a few too many wines at Hell’s Kitchen and stunning wine bar Von Haus.
Lounging in my hotel room reading zines by talented Melbournians, I definitely had an interstate epiphany. It’s official; I’ve been won over. Like the maze print paper lining the lift at Curtin House, Melbourne is a never-ending adventure. It’s way of life is certainly parallel to Sydney in some respect, but as a city writes it’s own cultural language. Thanks for having us Melbourne, we’ll be back soon to love you some more.
Photos by Bridget Mac
MIRANDA JULY
If you're in New York this Summer PLEASE go and see Miranda July's new sculptures in the centre lawn at Union Square. Open until October 3rd.
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