It goes something like this

I came across Hilda Grahnat's stunning photography via Lucky Pony - her pictures feel like putting on a pair of socks that have just come out a dryer - warm, fresh, perfection.

Her blog is packed full of gorgeous images, so I've just posted a couple which tell the story of what I got up to today.

Greedy

My new favourite band kinda sounds like - when you shove your fingers in your ears. They also sound like being underwater. They can be compared to the sound of one hand clapping in a forest. Or the sound of cotton wool.

Basically they don't sound like anything.

My new favourite band don't make music.

They have an album (available on vinyl), track listings and a video clip. Yet no music.

The girls at Greedy Hen are so delightfully obscure, my brain tingles and my armpits sweat a little.

Slap dash, colour splash

[Via: Joy the Baker]

Sydney is a wash with rain, rain, rain. If I can't bathe in sunshine, the next best thing is to eat sunshine. Soup anyone?

Wombats and Dancing

My siblings and I are literary jumping with joy for the latest Wombats release. Yup we’re shaking like ferrets to ‘Techno Fan’ and belting out ‘Anti-D’. Perhaps we’ll even have a synchronized dance down pat for their gig next week? Though I think we'll forgo matching outfits...

[The Wombats]

Besides absolutely gorging myself with this delightful aural feast, I’ve also been loving the album’s cover art. The illustration style reminds me of a Babysitter’s Club book – fresh, innocence, warm and inviting. Plus there are sausage dogs. Be. Still. My. Heart.

Photo essay

I've been following the Sunday Travel Selection on the travel blog Almost Fearless. This photo essay by Madga Biskup blew me away. I adore the brilliant colours and was taken back by the perfect composition of each shot.

Gosh, I only have five weeks till I fly out - I need to practice using my camera!

Platypus

[Anges H Lee]

I have a new pair of glasses. I finally coughed up the pennies to replace my old scratched, headache inducing glasses.

I was in a bit of pickle when choosing the frames, I didn't have my contacts in (silly to wear them to an eye test), so I was ambling around in a hazy blur. I'm indecisive at the best of times, so I took ages, by the end of it I was fed up, hungry and bemused to how it's taken me 23 years to discover my 'unusual face shape'. [It didn't help that it everything appeared to be smeared in vaseline].

When I finally picked a pair, the girl behind the counter asked me five times in the space of the two minute transaction "are you sure you want these frames?" She even pulled me back to the racks and demanded I try on another couple of pairs. This was belittling to say the least, but I politely declined her input through gritted teeth and bought the frames.

Two weeks later they arrived and I am a happy little Platypus.

Oh this happy day

I'm feeling a bit lackluster and lazy at the moment.

It doesn't help matters that it feels as though I have a nail wedged into my right shin and a bottle of clag has been poured into my right hip joint.

So I had to reluctantly forego my long run this morning (read: my Mother held my running shoes ransom and demanded I rest these silly injuries).

With ample time on my hands I went in search of pretty pictures and was quickly distracted. Suddenly the day is looking a little bit more lustrous, albeit lazy.

[gracia and louise]

[Valentino vamp]

[hit the wall]

[Valentino vamp]

[Liam Stevens]

[Vintage poster]

[Kate Shaw]

Lots of these were found through the divine blog: Where the Lovely things are.

Friday night fruit

[Fruit corsets]

While I was working on it, I liked imagining who would be wearing these undergarments. Elizabeth Bennett reading impassioned letters from Mr. Darcy in her blueberry Regency stays… Laura Ingalls walking on the prairie in her apple corset… Mary Poppins in that sassy s-curve banana… ladies on the Titanic sinking in that skinny boob-to-hip constriction… me own Nan in a postwar pear girdle.

Liza Ferneyhough, San Francisco, United States

Nostalgia emerging

Tweet-a-ling-a-ling

Teresa N. Fischer's art is full of wit and whimsy, which is always a winning combination. You can see more of it here.

Today

Today we Escape by Nazario Graziano

We make words

[vIA: WE MAKE WORDS]

Squirrels unite

[image via: Point of Difference]

[Secret Squirrel: "I'm not like them" collection 2011]

Heart beats, city streets

My heart gallops in anticipation of revisiting my old London haunts.

Images via: From Me To You

Art me up

I was having a quiet moment of contemplation at work today - okay I admit I was daydreaming, but it was work related.

Well sort of.

I was daydreaming about what I would rather be doing for a pretty penny. Usually radio host (on triple j) or librarian tops the list, but today I want to be photographer for the google art project.

google

The Interior of the Palm House

coffee grinder, cup and glass on table

pipe and fruit dish with grapes

In fact I think I would do it for free. Heads up google – cheap labor right here.

Art attack

These images tickle me pink...and green and blue and orange

[Tchmo]

[Aaron Smith, Chopsy, 2011, oil on panel, 28"x24"]

[greedy hen]

[Lucy James]

[greedy hen, Washington 'How To Tame Lions' ep, inside cover image]

[Heath Killen: Pleasure Land]

If only

[Tatsuro Kiuchi, Car Free via 20x200]