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I know I said no more blatant photo posts, but let’s face it, I’m the worst and am more than willing to shamelessly hurl my claws into the universal oh, I just moved house, I’m busy, life is hard excuse. In fact, I’ll shout it from the rooftops; I HAVE UNPACKED BOXES AND NEED TO PURCHASE 3M HOOKS, MY KITCHEN IS UNFAMILIAR AND MY COUCH WOULDN’T FIT UP THE STAIRS (true story). So, to celebrate my unceremonious return to Sydney’s inner-west (and the connection of my internet today), here are some photos of the newly founded and permanent residence of Sadhana Kitchen in Enmore.

Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen
Sadhana Kitchen

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Oh no, not another restaurant profile! I’m in the process of moving house and have therefore been eating everybody else’s food rather than lovingly preparing my own heartfelt and meaningful dishes before a mighty tripod. My insatiable appetite for posting #new #original #content cannot be subdued however so here are some photos for Matt Moran and Peter Sullivan’s latest venture, North Bondi Fish, taken in December last year just before their official opening (celeb chef power-up). If you see these images floating around anywhere think of me. Think of me fondly (or not).

North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi
North Bondi Fish, Bondi

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Here’s a real feel of the day: Who am I? What am I? How does life? If I visit the new Black Star Pastry without posting photos, did I ever really take photos at all?? Are you there, klout?

Commissioned by Broadsheet, you can read/see more about it here!

Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery
Black Star Pastry, Rosebery

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I am only just warming to the disposition of walking around with a camera slung over my shoulder with purpose and confidence, however, when placed in a room full of fellow camera-wielders I begin to feel a little nervous, like ants are crawling in and around my headspace telling me to put the darn thing down. “The human-to-camera ratio all up in here is way out of balance, it’s almost 1:1! You’re part of the problem! Somebody will call you out as a blogger or shamelessly take a photo of your arse again! Photos-of-people-taking-photos-of-food-dot-tumblr-dot-com!! Stahp!“, etc etc.

Regardless, I took some photos in an act of peer-pressure on the day and had forgotten about them until now. Here are some casual moments from my nook at Good Food Month’s at The cook, the stylist the photographers… and the breakfast event in October. I won free tickets, cheers Good Food.

The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast
The cook, the stylist, the photographers… and the breakfast

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Exercise your right to #wanderlust by capturing the clouds. After all, you’re in the sky, you’re intrepid, you’re an urban explorer.

Have a picnic with friends new and old, celebrate a birthday, take a photo of #kooky shit only Melbourne has to offer and shoot each meal as if every plate were a badge of honour (or don’t, because you’re a self-aware blog-haver). Ambiguously instagram. Drown yourself in coffee and pretend you’re not a walking cliché. Stride past Messina and scoff, saunter past Lord of the Fries and surrender. Enjoy the company of your travel compadre and share a cake from Le Bon. Take in the street art, appreciate the urban decay. “Trams are so great, aren’t they?”. Triumphantly embrace the cold as if you were the only person on earth to favour the winter months. Find yourself easily impressed by everything.

Oops, camera is on the wrong setting, everything’s blurry. Ohh, it’s kinda arty, huh! So Melbourne.

Sigh at the airport and lose your boarding pass. Sit beside a horrendously scarred window. Try and take a photo of the world below and it sucks. It’s just a metaphor for everything, because everything sucks when you’re heading home. The familiar feels uncomfortable and your home city suddenly seems… questionable. Cool emotions, Sydney-sider; time to faceplant into the marshmallow bag you scored from Burch and Purchese at your desk.




























For the sake of food blog relevance, here are the places I ate at and would recommend to all: Cumulus Inc., Cookie, Fitzrovia, Proud Mary, Taxi Dining Room, Burch and Purchese, Padre Coffee, Queen Victoria Market, Le Bon, Slow Beer, Miss Marmalade.

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I promised myself I would avoid another “clip show” like post, however, my kitchen is being renovated therefore I have no means of cooking outside of a microwave and I wish to #post some #content. I’ve found myself taking less and less food photos these days, which is cool, a good photographer should be a Jack of Many Trades so it’s nice to learn-by-doing taking photos of nice spaces and friendly heads. The word “food” still hangs in the header of this humble website however so I’ve collected most food-related photos from good times recently at Broadsheet Sydney.

Although I don’t have any life-changing advice, my one take away from the past few months is simple (and a bit horrible); there is no greater feel than walking straight to the front of the mammoth line at Mamak in Haymarket. Sorry about that everyone. I’ve never felt more important in my entire life.

Black Star Pastry, Newtown
Black Star Pastry, Newtown

Hartsyard, Enmore
Hartsyard, Enmore

Simon Said Providores
Simon Said Providores

Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills
Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills
Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills
Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills
Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills

The Cow and The Moon, Enmore
The Cow and The Moon, Enmore

Miss Peaches Soul Food Kitchen, Newtown
Miss Peaches Soul Food Kitchen, Newtown

The Clubhouse, Rosebery
The Clubhouse, Rosebery
The Clubhouse, Rosebery
The Clubhouse, Rosebery
The Clubhouse, Rosebery
The Clubhouse, Rosebery

Earl's Juke Joint, Enmore
Earl’s Juke Joint, Enmore

In The Annex, Forest Lodge
In The Annex, Forest Lodge
In The Annex, Forest Lodge
In The Annex, Forest Lodge

Hello Sailor, Darlinghurst
Hello Sailor, Darlinghurst
Hello Sailor, Darlinghurst

Suzy Spoon's Vegetarian Butcher, Newtown
Suzy Spoon’s Vegetarian Butcher, Newtown

Ombretta, Glebe
Ombretta, Glebe
Ombretta, Glebe

Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery
Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery
Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery
Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery
Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery

The Henson, Marrickville
The Henson, Marrickville
The Henson, Marrickville
The Henson, Marrickville

The Dip, Sydney CBD
The Dip, Sydney CBD

Glicks, Bondi
Glicks, Bondi

Mamak Village, Glebe
Mamak Village, Glebe

Bourke Street Bakery, Marrickville
Bourke Street Bakery, Marrickville

Belle Fleur Fine Chocolates, Stanmore
Belle Fleur Fine Chocolates, Stanmore
Belle Fleur Fine Chocolates, Stanmore
Belle Fleur Fine Chocolates, Stanmore

Gelato Messina, Bondi
Gelato Messina, Bondi
Gelato Messina, Bondi
Gelato Messina, Bondi
Gelato Messina, Bondi

Soda Pony, Enmore
Soda Pony, Enmore

Mamak, Sydney CBD
Mamak, Sydney CBD

Upstairs at The Bank, Newtown
Upstairs at The Bank, Newtown
Upstairs at The Bank, Newtown

The Cook House, Randwick
The Cook House, Randwick

Noble Canteen, Sydney CBD
Noble Canteen, Sydney CBD
Noble Canteen, Sydney CBD

Little Mule, Stanmore
Little Mule, Stanmore

Bread and Circus, Alexandria
Bread and Circus, Alexandria
Bread and Circus, Alexandria

Hollywood and Vine, Surry Hills
Hollywood and Vine, Surry Hills
Hollywood and Vine, Surry Hills

The Counter, Petersham
The Counter, Petersham
The Counter, Petersham

A Vinous Nomad in Surry Hills
In The Club
Gelato Messina Opens By The Sea
A Better Birthday Cake By Hartsyard
A Day in the Life of Belle Fleur Chocolates
Hiding Out In The Annex
A Farmhouse in a Factory

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The art of collection has always been a theme of #expression I’ve enjoyed well before I had any interest in dabbling in the creative arts. My dad has albums upon albums of photos, a documented history of friends and family beginning from 30+ years ago, and growing up around these stacks of collections is what most likely sparked my fascination with trawling gold-digging through large quantities of thoughtful images.

When somebody takes many photos in similar circumstances certain patterns begin to emerge. Or, more specifically, when I take photos of anything food related, small streams of similarities begin to surface and, with enough time, they eventually evolve into repetitive themes and creating interesting collections. Like my analogue dad, I have folders and folders of photos but instead of being stored in dusty and distinguished photo albums mine are sprawled on my messy drive filed under “Photo patterns / Collections”. At the the faintest hint of repetition I’ll immediately file it away, in a new little folder, hoping one day to have collected a coherent series of images taken over an extended period of time… slowly maturing, fermenting, like a fine wine or stinky cheese. Even as a teenager with a hobbyist holga (don’t hate, appreciate) I’d often capture interesting signs or familiar scenes for collection. Like Pokémon. If I ever see a coffee being poured, or a dog sitting patiently outside of a cafe, my heart irrationally skips a beat and I zoom in real close like a horrendous creep. It’s an unfortunate habit.

What I’m trying to say is that I’ve taken more than one photo of baristas pouring coffees and, when viewed all at once, it’s kinda nice. Instead of a Lately on Broadsheet style series I thought I’d instead post some images from a recurring theme we’re all well familiar with. Same but different. I think it’s kinda cool. Or maybe I’m just trying to justify my digital hoarding (I struggle to delete outtake photos at the best of times). So although I take photos to document, I will forever love taking photos to collect… which I appreciate is all very serious for just a bunch of coffee pours.

EDIT 4/2/14: I’m adding more now that I’ve become entirely conscious of this potential collection.


Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery


Lemonia, Annandale


The Pig and Pastry, Petersham


Little Mule, Stanmore


Shenkin Kitchen, Enmore


Bread and Circus, Alexandria


The Counter, Petersham


212 Blu, Newtown


John Montagu, Woolloomooloo


Daisy’s Milkbar, Petersham


Ruby’s Diner, Waverley


Short Black Panther, Mortdale


Affogato Shack, Newtown


Brewtown Newtown, Newtown


Single Origin Roasters, Surry Hills

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Spot the food trend: a portrait of Felicia: As a qualified pastry chef working in a city hinged on food trends, Felicia often finds herself surrounded by what’s in vogue – both inside and outside of the workplace.

 

It’s not too often I willingly broadcast myself online (I’m the opposite of a keyboard warrior; vivacious IRL but a little shy online), and in fact being mentioned over just a small section of the internet makes my heart race in the not-so-good way (unfortunate considering all my work revolves around cornea-melting screens) however there are two things that should be igniting my virtual loins as of late (gross). I’m not too good at spruiking so please bear with me, competitions make me uncomfortable so I’ll attempt to keep this short and sweet. I want to rub my anxieties in your face.

Firstly! I’ve entered Good Food Month’s Shoot the Chef competition for the first time with the above image. My debut features local pastry chef Felicia Chan (ex-Bourke Street Bakery, ex-Rockpool Bar and Grill) of Youeni Food Store surrounded by every dessert (and not-so-dessert) trend we could think of and/or fit onto her dining room table. Entries are now closed with a winner to be announced shortly however a People’s Choice award is running for a few more weeks. There are so many outstanding entries I just hope my lol-worthy offering is at least somewhot eye-catching and amusing to some. Can you spot all 25+ trends? My homage to put a bird on it or one of my favourite cryeating treats? It took two and half hours to set up and style the shot only for my heart to fall straight through the floor upon realising I’d forgotten to pack the one cable that plugs my entire lighting kit into the wall. NICE ONE MATE. We made do with my portable flash sticky-taped to a stand so considering the circumstances I think we did alright. If you like this image, enjoy Felicia’s curious demeanour, or approve of my sickening insight of and dedication to #sydneyfoodtrends, you can vote for it here!

 

Secondly (and speaking of voting for things)! I’m a finalist in Pedestrian.TV’s Blogster awards meaning I must be at least somewhat socially relevant. I’m not sure if the Facebook votes count towards too much (possibly for ~community engagement~?) but nonetheless my new and temporary facade as an online megalomanic would love your vote and you can do so right here by liking my page.

In the meantime let me know how many #sydneyfoodtrends you can spot in above photo. It’s like Where’s Wally! Only deliciously cliché. With #cronuts. Damn it feels good to be relevant.

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C-Town Maccas Run: A User's Guide by Giselle StanboroughMcDonald's of Campbelltown

C-Town Maccas Run: A User’s Guide. Words by Giselle Stanborough, photography by Alana Dimou. As part of Das Superpaper’s 28th issue, Western Sydney: A portrait of a place featuring guest editor David Capra.

Consider this article a food review gone wrong. Or an estranged catalogue of food photography. Perhaps a food blogger riding the high of a terrifying power trip or Terry Durack gone way too casual with accompanying photography taking a turn for the not-quite-right. This project is an exploration of the “myth of consistent corporate identity”, which one would assume fairly standard across the board considering the success of the franchise in question. But you’d be wrong.

Accompanying Sydney artists Giselle Stanborough and David Capra we trawled through all 12 McDonald’s restaurants spanning the greater Campbelltown region in Sydney to see if indeed each restaurant was reliable in its assumed standardised, generic offerings (a Big Mac was ordered at each venue as basis for comparison). Under the watchful gaze of Giselle no detail was left unnoticed; general decor in alignment with McDonald’s current promotion, pickle distribution, the array of offerings in the McCafé display, font consistency, were the relief blubs on beverage cups popped accurately? From faded signage, to broken lightboxes, to burnt burgers and typographic grandeur absolutely everything was noted.

An interesting fact about McDonald’s is their no photography policy. Ask politely waving your humble camera and you’ll be greeted with a wavering “no” from a curious adolescent employee and I quickly learned taking photos on the fly and hiding in a corner is no easy task. Regardless, here here are my observations, a portrait of the McDonald’s of Campbelltown. The full article C-Town Maccas Run: A User’s Guide can be found on page 70 of Das SUPERPAPER Issue 28, both an elightning and incredibly amusing read by Giselle I would urge you all to take a look at right away. It’s online now but will be available in print in a few weeks time. Enjoy!

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For whatever reason I never considered posting a whole lot of “work” photos here, y’know, alanabread is all about my food, man. HAHAHAHA, forget that; other people make food a whole lot better than me in spaces far nicer than mine so prepare for a new assault of on-the-job snaps. I’m sure some cafe name dropping won’t go astray for my horrendous SEO either. No, really, I clearly have no understanding of how to make a blog good and accessible to the masses so I’m remedying this with an onslaught of food photos. It’s all I know. This may also be a good time to mention my rarely talked about portfolio site alanadimou.com, check it out (please), hire me (PLEASE).

Speaking of food photos, a little story. Around a month ago I was shooting a Glebe feature for work in a rather narrow little cafe. Space was tight and light was plentiful so I ditched the tripod a crouched before the mighty sandwich for a sweet snap, keeping space clear for potential pedestrians (though when I say crouched I actually mean awkwardly leaning with my arse sticking out). A couple of minutes had passed, I was concentrating on capturing the essence of the sambo until I heard the undeniable artificial shutter snap of a phone photo being taken. I looked up to find a smarmy looking girl, phone in hand, pointed right at me, refusing to make eye contact. A little confused I scanned around the corridor cafe and nobody was nearby; we were the only people in the room. Did… did she just take a photo to poke fun at was I was doing? Was my arse just snapchatted to a plethora of smug chumps? Was I captured alongside a hilarious #hashtag? Am I floating around on instagram somewhere (“LOL FOODIES HAHAHAH”)? Was she jealous of the free pulled-pork sandwich I was just offered?! It honestly didn’t bother me at the time but the more I think about it now the more baffled I am. Paying out people who take photos of food is unedgy, so 2011. Poor form, bad vogue, so if you were trying to make a joke out of me that wasn’t very #relevant. But congratulations, you successfully trolled me in retrospect, I’m now more self-conscious than ever. I’ll never take photos naked (sans sturdy tripod) again, it’s my humiliation salvation…. either that or I’ll be a strong girl and keep these sentiments in mind. Yeah, let’s stick with the latter.

Back to peanut butter chat. I was made for this assignment. Like, if the good lord put me on earth to do one thing it was to shoot this story; Peanut Buttered (here’s the entire article by Alecia Wood). If you saw me heaving around the inner-west streets of Sydney recently this is why. Peanut butter is in my veins. After this week I may need to get into this #clean #eating thing. Enjoy the PB assault, quinoa eating bastards turn away now please.

Devon Cafe - Little Lost Brioche
Devon Cafe – Little Lost Brioche

The Pie Tin - Peanut butter and chocolate tart
The Pie Tin – Peanut butter and chocolate tart

Hartsyard - Peanut butter and banana sundae
Hartsyard – Peanut butter and banana sundae

4Fourteen - Peanut butter and banana popsicle
4Fourteen – Peanut butter and banana popsicle with honeycomb

The Milk Bar by Cafe Ish - Peanut butter and jelly milkshake
The Milk Bar by Cafe Ish – Peanut butter and jelly milkshake

Kurtosh - Peanut butter and chocolate ganache cake
Kürtosh – Peanut butter and chocolate ganache cake

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