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

about me

I have never been very good at describing myself and what I do. I chalk it down to shyness, but on a blog there is no real need to be shy. After all no one else is likely to read it except the people you ask to specifically. 

I like describing what the other people in my family do, I am very proud of my hardworking brother who hopes to be an actor, and look up to my parents who seem to know so much about everything. They seem to know so much they have even written little books!

I come from a long line of teachers but I couldn't imagine anything I would like less, I would get stage fright all the time! My grandmother was a librarian and I know that my love of reading is definitely an inherited trait.

I am trying to forge a career where I get to do interesting things and look at very interesting objects, like silent movies and things like that. I am worried about film history because I don't want people to forget how old hollywood told majestic tales and how glamorous the actors and actresses were. They are completely irreplaceable.

I decided that I wanted to breath life into my blog once more when I was sorting through my travel photos. I have so many and can't print every one. I want to develop my writing skills so I can find new ways to talk about myself without using sentences that begin with "I" every single time. Maybe I will be able to become more articulate and write better letters that help me to get the career that I dream of. 

There are many interesting things that I am doing at the moment, and these revolve around my internship at the Victorian College of the Arts, and my devotion to volunteering at the community radio station PBS (the music is what brought me there but it's the endless cups of tea that are the reason I won't ever leave). Here I am gaining an insurmountable amount of experience, and have been given the opportunity to help guide terrible interesting projects that have such a satisfying conclusion to work towards (and perhaps involve some lovely parties).

As a compulsive tea drinker, and when I was meandering down the King's Road in London last December, my dear travel companion and I stumbled into T2. My friend was so excited because we were about to return home after months of travelling and she waxed lyrical with the sales assistant about all we had been up to. I stumbled across the Earl Grey Royale for the very first time and ever since its has undeniably been my favourite.

I hope to return to London in the guide of a research trip, where I can research interesting institutions and the ways that they keep their material, and study at the University of Edinburgh or the Courtauld Institute, but really what I want to do is get lost in all the beautiful streets of West London and St Germain des Pres in Paris.

When I visited the Lourve I made sure to do my best impression of Audrey Hepburn next to the Winged Victory of Samorthace.

xx b