Another warm sunny day which is hotter than most winter days in Wellington.
Sitting on my brother's back veranda having a ritual coffee makes me remember just how different the Sydney weather is. But with the heat comes its toll and the skin suffers if not carefully looked after. Already I am feeling the effects.
The Bronte sisters, not the literary ones, commiserating after their unexpected failure to win gold and silver medals, finishing fourth and ffth So much expectation can often bring disappointment. I wish them well for their next swim now that their nerves may be gone and their bodies ready for another assault. Olympic level swimming brings such stress and so many factors contribute to a win, or in this case, a loss.
Mel Gibson, at sixty, back in OZ to make another movie and hopefully to emerge from his earlier disfavour with the Hollywood elite. Although he doesn't really care after all, he is a basically an Aussie born and bred.
Good old Boy George, always breaking out, is still on the circuit and more power to him.
Saturday morning coffee before embarking to the Art Gallery NSW to see the Archibald Prze.
The Art Gallery of NSW, one day to be rebranded as Sydney Modern,
Hosts the famed Archibald Portait Prize...
One of the excellent portraits, called 'The Erzatz' by Marcus Wils, of dancer James Batchelor
They also need to 'rebrand' poor Michelangelo on the gallery entrance, for so long lamented.
The Aboriginal winner of the Sulman Prize for landscape, a family affair, entitled 'Seven Sisters' by the Ken Family.
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