london calling

It may be a cliche, but London does sometimes seem to be the centre of the world. Alongside New York and Paris, there just seem to be so many opportunities for individuals hoping for a big break in so many varied careers. 

As an Australian, let alone someone from the bottom of the country, these cities become even more fantastical when compared to what sometimes seem to still be colonial outposts. It is exciting to see that students in music have so many chances to see respected musicians, and dance students are never far from the original opera houses where the ballets they dance were first performed, and students can use the incredibly vast collections in world famous museums for free, practically every single day! 

One of my favourite rooms in the Victoria and Albert Museum are the Cast Courts which are filled with the scale moulds taken from all over Europe. 

When I visited last I stayed practically from opening until closing time, became lost looking for the glassware collections, gazed in awe at the tapestries and had afternoon tea in the most beautiful rooms above. 

Clunes and Mother's Day

Last Sunday week, one of my favourite events was on, so I took a countryside jaunt with my dad to visit the Clunes Booktown festival. It happens to be a place where lovely bookshops are everywhere you turn. I came away with a book of critisism  on Jean-Luc Godard and a darling King Penguin on the Sculptures of the Parthenon that was in search of a home. 

This week has felt crazy for a number of reasons, most of them quite exciting. I recently became the 'preferred candidate' for a role that allows me to become better in my chosen field and also allows me to continue on my various intern and volunteer projects. They all seemed to like me, but then another urgent call told me that I couldn't being any time soon. Perhaps any time in the next month!

I ventured over to the Public Records Office, Victoria for an information session about what it is like to be a volunteer there, and although I have been on tours there several times, I felt quite excited that I may be a part of something great. I could see that they were in the process of setting up a new exhibition, there was great disarray in the foyer. That same day I became once more wrapped up in my role scanning stills for the Archive at the Victorian College of the Arts. I always find such interesting photographs, but the process itself is impossibly slow.

I love beastly stormy weather as it reminds me of my travels in foreign countries, and gives me a good excuse to stay indoors with a good book and a very large cup of tea in my new Kikki K mug I bought myself for by birthday. It's the perfect size for an afternoon home alone.
Last weekend was no exception. glorious sunshine on Saturday and the most turbulent excuse for a storm on Mother's DAy. This didn't prevent us from visiting Station Pier and having a lovely afternoon tea.

xx bronte