I run a gallery in the northern suburbs of Melbourne. It’s a not for profit space run by artists who get to showcase some of their own work or the work of people they admire. Lately however, I’ve been branching out into new direction. For example, we recently had an exhibition of photographs displaying innovations in makeup and beauty therapy. It was a little bit different to have something like this in a gallery but I thought, what the hey.
The girl who gave me the idea for the show was completing a diploma of beauty therapy near Melbourne and when she told me about all of the creations they produce I was fascinated. Aside from stuff you’d expect from a beauty salon like massages and facials, they also learn about specialist makeup services, and the students can get really creative. They’re not just performing beauty therapy in many cases, they’re actually producing art. So while she and her friends were doing makeup in the classroom and also getting some hands on experience outside of class at events they have volunteered for, there was a photographer to capture their work. We displayed these photos at the gallery as part of the exhibition, along with an installation of artists tools (some of them look quite wacky!). It was all very well received.
While I never thought I’d go back to school in Melbourne, makeup artist courses are starting to really appeal to me. I never realised how much kinship this profession has with the visual art field. Makeup artists employ a lot of the same principles such as colour, form, balance and contrast. And many of them have strong ties with the performing arts which are just a hair’s breadth away from what I do. From now on, I’ll definitely be making more friends and connections in the makeup instrustry.
I’m having a real problem with my son at the moment and I’m just not sure what to do about it.
After so long, I’ve found the career for me. Architecture is all well and lovely, mathematics is perhaps
I just had one of the most bizarre exchanges of my life. Unfortunately, it didn’t involve anything awesome or even particularly interesting, which is sad because, really, those are the best kind of bizarre conversations. This was more along the lines that I just had really no idea what was going on. It was actually almost like we were both having a different conversation – none of the questions and answers matched up. It was only later, when I was relaying the conversation to my dad, that he was able to work out what the heck was going on.
Okay so it turns out I’m significantly more of an idiot than I thought I was. I mean, I’ve always known I wasn’t ‘smart’, thirteen years of high school was enough to teach me that much, but this is a whole new level of stupid. You see, I always thought that, even though I wasn’t ‘book smart’ I was ‘street smart’. I know my way around the real world, which in lots of ways is a lot better than knowing algebra and calculus. I mean, that’s what I always thought, anyway. That book smarts can only get you so far and all that jazz.
The old folks might not be so into it, but I LOVE living in a culture of cameras and social media. Sure, it can be used for evil and is many, many times every day. And sure, my friends aren’t great or frequent photographers. If I want a decent photo of me online, I need to pretend I’ve accidentally taken it with the selfie camera. For shame, I know.
My dad is not a very easy man to buy presents for. It’s not that he has everything, in fact, it’s kind of the opposite, he doesn’t want anything. When we buy him clothes he continues to wear the gray tracksuit he’s worn since the nineties; when we buy him books he doesn’t read them; homewares remain in the box; whiskey gets drunk but not enjoyed and the list could really go on and on. So when my brother phoned and said he had found the perfect gift for Dad you can imagine my skepticism. He started blabbering on about this great company he has found that produce custom
About two years ago I set up my own gardening business. Back then, it was just me and another guy. Now we’ve grown to a workforce of ten people. And we need to create some serious marketing collateral. I’m thinking local newspaper ads, car decals and signage for the street. We’re going to get a signwriter in to do the designs and make the
Could Mum and Dad have chosen a worse time to get the windows installed? Seriously, I’m right in the middle of exam period, stressing my brains out because I’ve got mounds of papers to get through on top of my usual homework and the part time job. I don’t see why we needed to get the windows repaired anyway. I think my parents are just way too rigid about everything. I mean we got
Most people think that a dead ringer is an exactly look-alike of someone, but the history of the term is more than this. Back in the day people would choose a less thoroughbred horse to pass off as a horse of high pedigree, in other words, it was an exact look alike. My friend and I realised we could use this little trick to our advantage… and not just for show ponies. The first step in our operation was to hire a company who do