File this story under op-shopper’s boast, except, you know, I wasn’t even in an op-shop at the time. But heavens, what a discovery. I can’t even remember the original reason I was in Reverse Garbage, now, but it wasn’t to look for paintings. Yet there they were, four or five boxes of them: all oils, […]
On another note, two more reviews have been chucked on the pile: Mad Women and Spoiled.
Laura Street Festival is one of the greatest. As usual, I’m not great at sticking a phone camera up and digitising the best bits of life: The lovely little stages on verandas, in back gardens, in garages, under houses The awesomeness of bands like Lawrence and Clare, playing to a couple handfuls of lucky us sprawled […]
