The corner

Cornersmith Picklry 441 Illawarra Road, Marrickville 

Cornersmith have opened what they are calling a Picklry and I am calling everyones dream corner store. Local produce, luxe condiments, pantry staples and cheese making classes. Seriously. 

What is it about those illustrious corner blocks? Especially around Sydneys inner west where original tiling, awnings and step ups are preserved more than what has come to be usual in this city. They make me curiously peer through the window before I decide to step in, set up camp and get cosy so I can sit and watch the traffic and people pass by from all directions for the rest of time. If good food & drink is served that's just a rather huge bonus. 

Photos: Cornersmith Picklry by Rachel Kara for Broadsheet Sydney

More on that dream

"When we think about the future it looks like this...

Sun-drenched rooftops and leafy driveways, water, water everywhere, lapping at the dock with a calming insistence. Men (husbands, sons, the ones we grow old with) in white shirts and panama hats perpetually reading the paper, and smoothies at 11am for no reason at all." - HRY

Photos: Rachel Kara, Words: Hannah Rose Yee 

Living it

I stop, close the doors so I can't hear the bloody TV in the next room, breathe out, let my shoulders drop and start scrolling through page after page...after page...of my newest (online) love. The further into the archives I dig the more I get lost in the photos and words and dreams that are passing me by with every new click and scroll. 

Rohan lives in an old school house (not like 'kickin' it old-school' old school, more like an actual house that belonged to a school some amount of time ago) with a 'useful garden' and a life that seems to revolve around food - and the growing, planting, hunting, gathering that goes with it when you are sustainably and ethically minded - along with some nice trees, mushrooms, kids and well, I guess photography and the interwebs when I consider for a second how exactly I know all of this about his life. The photos he takes are nek level!! Inviting, perfectly balanced (in every sense of the word) and truly make my insides warm as I sense the care and peace that surrounds them. Yes, yes I realise living in the forest doesn't make you a zenned out green space fairy but it sure as heck helps.

I get the feeling Whole Larder Love has more of an empire than I realise with a book coming out soon and an ABC Cooking Series link on the blog (which I must check out) but I really truly don't think that changes the way he, nor I, look at it. 

My mind is now wandering down paths of it's own where I see myself migrating north after a short and succesful spurt of financially sustaining work, to buy a nice piece of empty land where I will live simply, breathe, nest and create whatever it may be with my love. 

I think it's time for bed. 

x

Photos: Rohan Anderson//Whole Larder Love

miss

This time in a week! Miss Unkon really was a dream to photograph last year. Body paint, braids and all the prettiest, fresh faced models. As I'm going through my RAFW 2011 archive I realise I must have been somewhat in the middle of a melt down (in fact, yes I remember, I definitely was) as I don't seem to have shared much of what I shot with you guyz...I'm giving permission for trolling and pestering comments as motivation to stay on top of it this time round. What shows are you looking forward to this MBFWA? Photos: Rachel Kara

wandering

My memories of this night in New York are so beautifully chaotic it makes my heart race. I was exhausted from playing Mum (to 3 gorgeous but consuming children) in Manhattan for days prior, but was way too hungry for this city to simply go to sleep at night. I walked hard and fast from the East to the West and didn't for a second feel the chill that was building up (it snowed less than 24 hours later) around me. I sat on those red steps in Time Square confused and in awe of the way the lights and the traffic and the people made me feel. I was alive but disconnected. Excited but drained. Hungry but...oh wait, no buts there, I was definitely hungry. SHAKE SHACK. I sat up at a bench, just me and my fur and freshly purchased Jo Malone and stared into space as I ate my burger and replayed the scene of me lingering at the fragrance counter in Barneys talking top notes and dewy florals as the well suited man tied thick black ribbons around the pretty cream boxes so precisely.

*Sigh*

I love how life feels like a movie in New York city. It heightens reality - the good and the bad - and always leaves you wanting more.
It's not over yet...

Photos: Rachel Kara

me and....

Photographs that Matt Jones, offspring of i-D founder Terry Jones, take are the hardest kind of photos to track down on the internet...and also the best. I am challenging myself to find something he has shot that I don't thoroughly enjoy. His girls are that pretty type of beautiful...and smile, he let's them smile...or maybe makes them smile. Either way I'd like to be on location with Mr Jones once upon a future time.

PS. PLEASE check out the fine specimen of a woman that is Eniko Mihalik. Woahdaddy.

Photos: Matt Jones for Hugo Boss Orange 2010 feat Erin Wasson, Angela Lindvall (unseen) Jamie Strachan & Mihaly Martins