Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

night at the museum

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You should probably go to Jurassic Lounge if you live in Sydney even if it's just to feel bad ass and have a ssssnake wrapped around you. Looking back I'm devastated I didn't bust into parseltongue.
Other highlights included silent discos, attractive creatures littered throughout the place (human beings included), the smell of party pies, wine, minerals (see below), discovering wildlife photography is NOT boring, dress ups, short films and the snobbish satisfaction of getting 'cultured' on a Tuesday night whilst everyones at home watching Top Gear. Ew.  
More info here

Photos: Rachel Kara

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After 30 seconds my net browsing attention deficit disorder self was itching to close the tab not having time ('cause I'm like really busy and stuff) to cringe through another hipster forest gang bang.
Just as I went to scratch that itch a decent beat dropped buying another 30 seconds, then....BOOM!

Once Kat George has written about something I suddenly feel so ineloquent(?) so watch the video then head here to read about Melbourne sensation Kristina Miltiadous.

Video: by Josh Harris feat Kristina Miltiadous and her "super cool bros".

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I wish my head didn't keep taking involuntary dives for my computer screen as a desperate cry for attention and notification of my need for bed and sleep.
If I found a dandelion, blew it's thistles into the greater world, wished my wish and it came true I would continue to give you a full run down on so why you need to visit Youeni.

What I can tell you is the address - 379B South Dowling St Darlinghurst Sydney  - and that they make the most bloody amazing lamb sandwiches in Sydney (and perhaps the world - no joke) always using the bestest, freshest produce ever. I know what you're thinking....I come up with superb superlatives when I'm tired. Don't worry I'll do it more often if you like it that much.

Owner Chris (almost typed Christ...take it as a sign of your goodness Chris) Starke is a bearded bundle of delightfulness who bounces around the place in cuffed pants and leather shoes, so say be sure to say hi and give him a non-creepy pat on the back for providing you and I with such accessible deliciousness.

My bebe sister will be there too so be sure to also give her a pat on the back, but feel free to make it creepy. She's the tall one with looks to kill and the voice of an angel. A jazzy angel at that.

Photos: Rachel Kara - aside from the one of which I am the subject...obviously.