“A TibetSydney hand-weave isn’t a rug; it’s a story. A story where one becomes part of the narrative… Here it becomes a calm controversy of textures, palette and meanings between the occidental and oriental, futurism and antiquity, noise and contemplation, skin and intellect…”
I have found I have become so fascinated in the art of weaving – it is such an art, and just the sight of a loom makes me a little giddy. The TibetSydney showroom in Queens St, Woollahra is not only an inspiration for it’s weaved creations, but is also an interior masterpiece, created by famed architect Donavon Hill…
I first learnt about TibetSydney in Vogue Living, and I remember drooling over the images and carefully digesting every single word…
And I remember thinking, how does something so ‘everyday’ like a rug, become so evocative, so rich and layered, so full of depth. And I thought – it is culture. It is influences. It is one’s personal experiences and attachments as an artist that is interweaved into each piece, creating and weaving stories into each creation.
This is something I hope to achieve in my own work, in whatever medium it takes. The idea of weaving one’s cultural experiences and intimate moments into an everyday artefact makes an interior sparkle with life.
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Click here to read the story narrative of the TibetSydney rugs, and the inspiration of the designs.
Posted in fashion, sydney June 19th, 2008 by piablog
Ever wanted to try on a piece of haute couture?
Well, tomorrow night, you can!! One of my favourite craft + design galleries in Sydney called Object is opening an exhibition from this Saturday showcasing eight leading Australian fashion designers in an exhibition called How You Make It. This engaging exhibition invites people to experience the detail and process behind some of Australia’s most conceptual designers. Visitors will be given the unique chance to try on selected garments, some of which will never enter the marketplace. As a special one-off opportunity, the infamous outfit worn by Björk for her recent album tour will be on show for visitors to try on.
Tomorrow night (Friday, June 20) is the very exclusive opening to the exhibition, and I have been offered two tickets to attend. But as you all know, I am not in Sydney so guess what?! The lovely team at Object have given me the go ahead to offer my tickets to you! All you have to do is be the first to leave a comment with a “YES PLEASE!” and you and your guest are in.
The featured design practices include: Anthea van Kopplen, Ess. Laboratory, FORMALLYKNOWNAS, MATERIALBYPRODUCT, Paula Dunlop, Project, Simon Cooper and S!X.
I wish I was in Sydney to attend this incredible event but I am thrilled to offer this to you. Thank you, Object! Have a wonderful night and I’m looking forward to hearing all about it!
PS. I have to dash to a meeting but I’ll be back soon to check the results and will email the winner the details of where and when. see you soon! xx
Many mornings I wake up with pages and pages of some yet-to-be-conceived book being written in my head. Some mornings it is a script. and other mornings it is a series of images, most likely inspired by dreams. I look forward to waking. It is one of the most creative times of my day, and it the only time of the day that I just let it be. I nestle into the pillow, pull the covers around me and just let my mind play quietly.
In other news, apparently I do have one male reader. He emailed me yesterday to let me know. It was such a beautifully written email that I wanted to share it with you all and asked if I could write it as a comment to my post, but I had no reply. And I realised at that point, if he wanted to write a comment he would have. Silly girl. But hey, it’s not the first time I’ve scared a male away.
Speaking of males, the Dalai Lama is in town, but not this town. He has just landed in Sydney and will be giving a series of talks, check them out here. Of course I will not be attending since I am on the other side of the world, again. Happens every time he arrives in my part of town, somehow I am elsewhere, what is with that? My friends will be having some special private audiences with him and I hope to be able to share more about all that with you soon. There is also an awesome concert going on as well, this Sunday at the magnificent Angel Place recital hall. If you are in Sydney or near Sydney, do go, you won’t regret it.
In not so interesting news, my outfits du jour have been becoming a little crazy since I have put a ban on leaving the boat until I get my book finished. Yesterday I was wearing this peacock blue dress with gray tights and a cream aymara cardigan, with my hair shoved up on top of my head, dishevelled curls sticking out everywhere, a blue ribbon wrapped around it and one of Marie’s crochet pins in my hair. I was so tempted to show you, but I chickened out. Cooookooo.
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The above pic I took this morning, it is my little tea collection. Oh and a tin of Milo, it seems no one can take the aussie out of me.
I know I know, back to work already. I hear you.
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Well with Manda’s approval below, I am going to keep going, la pipelette is out of the box today. I suspect this could be another never-ending post.
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10:58am: We were all blown away when Australia finally said sorry. tears were shed. lost hearts were found and healing began. I was hoping with all my heart that it was going to be the beginning of a domino affect to spread across the globe. well guess what? it’s Canada’s turn. Go Canada!! I am so so pleased to hear this news, this is another momentous occasion for the survival of humanity.
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11:06am: I’m listening to him. And my favourite song is down the line.
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5:43pm: is 5:43pm too early to pour a glass of wine?
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6:54pm: yes, i’m still working. i think i can see a light at the end of the tunnel. i mean, i think it’s a light. oh wait a minute, ah yes, the brightness button on my screen has been bumped to full capacity. oops-a-daisy.
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7:12pm: i made this today with my dying peonies and astilbes (did I get it right this time? merci à tout!) – a bright little still life for a dreary weathered day…
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7:54pm: French Boy has gone out to hunt. straight to the local indian diner for takeaway. just to give you a clue of what is in the pantry: no bread. no cheese. that about means starvation for me.
and just in case you were wondering, there are now only four days left to send in your submission. just FOUR…
can you tell i cheated today? yep, i just erased the apple core via photoshop.
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and i promise this will be the last entry of the day. i bought jose’s album because it is just that good. and i’ve decided it is not enough to just send you to his myspace, so i have brought you the video of my latest favourite song right here. i advice to turn it up loud as i have been doing all day.
Have a lovely evening, and thank you sooo much for your awesome comments today, i shall respond tout de suite!
My friend Joe and I are a bit like Will and Grace. Except Joe is not gay, nor am I Jewish. But we love each other just the same, and when we were teenagers we used to play a little water game.
You see, Joe and I lived on the Northern Beaches of Sydney which is a strip of land that juts up and out of the Australian coastline, creating a series of beautiful golden sand beaches on one side of the strip, and a number of bays on the other (has anyone seen Home and Away? that is our home – even the school uniform is ours) – our high school was on the bay, our homes were by the bay, and so this is where we played.
We had a little run down runabout, and Joe and I used to take it out every weekend. We would visit out friend Sara across the bay, and we’d hang out by the edges of Scotland Island, or we’d go to one of the creeks and explore (sans funnel web spiders preferably).
And the other day, while I was out on David’s runabout cruising the canals of Amsterdam, memories of my time with Joe on the bay came flooding back.
While Joe and I were in our runabout going from a to b, we would spot the name on a moored boat, and try to come up with a very cool and funny sentence with this strange name in it, and the other person would have to find that boat with the mystery word. It seemed to entertain us for hours, and we would communicate like that for the whole day. Sometimes we would just float our boat amongst all the massive moored yachts, bath in the sunshine, and talk to each other using these boat names. And if we were feeling extra clever we would incorporate two or three boat names in one sentence, or come up with a poem. I’ve forgotten the many beautiful poems we used to create, but the memory of our time is still very vivid. And I remember that Joe was always better at the game than me.
not by lightening. not by fever. nor by hand… it happened the moment I found this image lurking in an old photo folder on my desktop…
I’m homesick. And I’ve been struck hard.
Why do I do it to myself, why did I have to come up with this water theme which lead me to finding this?
I took this photograph with my AE-1, and I remember it vividly. This represents home. It is Sydney life. My old Sydney life, hanging out on the Hawkesbury River, on a boat called the Avventura, waking up to this view. Okay, it’s not like we did this every day, but on the occassional weekend, all through summer, it’s what we did.
As soon as I saw this image this afternoon I could smell the crisp clean morning air, I could hear the cicadas getting their little wings ready for their incessant (but now so missed!) buzzing. I could feel the sea breeze play with my hair, and the sun touch my skin. Sweet memories. sweet seaside memories.
This is definately the soundtrack to this image. Definately.
