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Good things happen when @australia invites the world’s biggest chefs and food influencers to a behemoth of a party.

An elaborate pop-up market graces a Tasmanian pier to showcase anything and everything Australia does so well – butter, venison, barra, raw milk cheese, mangos and wine. Salami is paraded and wattleseed crackers are celebrated. The MasterChef crew make a fashionably late appearance and some people beside me are losing their minds for a photo op with the holy trinity of judges.

Later that evening a coast-to-coast progressive evening begins with guests being ferried across the island. There’s lobster with kombu butter, green lipped abalone and enormous whole marron making the rounds as the sun sets amongst a dizzying smokey haze. The oysters are so good they taste exactly like the sea, if the sea was in heaven, and the wind is so chilly but nobody seems to mind because blankets and music and fire are abundant and plentiful. People are tumbling over one another at the pass of the make-shift outdoor kitchen for a glance of what’s to come, skewers and big cameras at the ready.

A stunning venue is sought out for the main meal, a culinary inappropriate one at that, but who cares – a custom dining table has been commissioned, a work of art in itself, to seat hundreds within the walls of MONA to enjoy a three-dish menu curated by Neil Perry, Peter Gilmore and Ben Shewry.

Afterwards dessert is served downstairs in nests in the trees and there’s cheese flowing and whisky flowing and really everybody is having the best time. There’s a lady dressed up as fairy floss singing opera in a bathtub of fairy floss. And I’ll agree my descriptive prose sounds like nothing more than a huge wank, but trying explain this sensory overload in words is like desperately trying to eat ice cream that’s melting through my fingers… it’s difficult and awkward, and makes me look stupid regardless of determination and real feels™.

But before all of this even happened, the nice people organising this mammoth occasion go and choose me – to report from the ground with my camera, a nobody being surrounded by the biggest somebodies in the business. Thanks a million, Australia, for the tremendous experience I’ll forever be grateful for – and while it’s usually uncouth to post event photos here I’m sure you’ll agree this is an experience worth plastering all over my corner of the internet. No words, just pictures. If you’re into gratuitous photos of lobsters, please keep scrolling.

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Every once and again I like to throw up a slew of images taken for my favourite publication, just like a big old image dump. But instead of simply uploading many JPGs I maticulously scroll through Lightroom catalogues and endure the 5 stage process of “I suck! This is good! Why am I doing this! Gosh I’m hungry. No wait, these photos are alright!“.

It’s been a year since I’ve posted Broadsheet images here and of course in an 80s sitcom coda of a life lesson, I’ve realised that, like many, I’ve found myself more interested in the people (and processes) that make the food than the food itself (I acquired a wider lens and ended up with a wider scope on my brain). If you take a look at Lately on Broadsheet and Lately on Broadsheet II you might see what I mean. Less plates, more faces. All venues pictured are listed at the end! Let’s get retrospective.

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YellowKingston PublicSticky ChaiRuby's DinerKurtoshBrewtown NewtownBrewtown NewtownThe Affogato ShackBrewtown NewtownStanley Street MerchantsBlack Star PastryLentil as AnythingThe Grumpy BaristaThe Potting ShedThe Wild Rover212 BluStanley Street MerchantsSadhana KitchenIlli HillIlli HillThe PickleryKitchen by MikeMs G'sShort Black PantherShort Black PantherMoon ParkMoon ParkMoon ParkFlying FishFlying FishStanley Street MerchantsBatch BrewingAlfio'sAlfio'sAlfio'sLucky PickleLentil as AnythingHartsyardThe PickleryDa OrazioDa OrazioBrighton the CornerDa OrazioPepe SayaBrighton the CornerBrighton the CornerBrighton the CornerThe Grumpy BaristaRamblin Rascal TavernRamblin Rascal TavernRamblin Rascal TavernBistro PapillonScout's HonourDaisy's Milkbar212 BluIlli HillOxford TavernOxford Tavern212 BluDear Delicious212 BluHouse of CrabsDaisy's MilkbarDa OrazioRuby's DinerEfendyBonarche BurgersSingle Origin RoastersSingle Origin RoastersStanley Street MerchantsLocal Harvest CollectiveChina DinerBlack Star PastryPre-Loved RootsLucky PickleStudio NeonRising Sun WorkshopBreadfern RedfernBreadfern RedfernBreadfern RedfernBreadfern RedfernPasticceria PapaCookies + MilkPatchett's PiesPatchett's PiesKitchen by MikeBreadfern RedfernWest JuliettSadhana KitchenZeusStanley Street MerchantsBlack Star PastryShort Black PantherDa OrazioTake CoffeeThe Potting ShedIndian Spices, Groceries and SweetsBloodwoodDaisy's MilkbarHandcraft Specialty CoffeeIlli HillKo and CoMary'sJohn MontaguMary'sLove Dem ApplesLove Dem ApplesCafe 86The Grumpy BaristaChip Off the Old BlockSweet BelemFlour and StoneMary'sDaisy's Milkbar

With thanks to these guys for letting me shoot your lovely venues: Efendy, Love Dem Apples, Bonarche Burgers, Single Origin Roasters, Alfio’s, Breadfern Redfern, Studio Neon, John Montagu, Batch Brewing, Rising Sun Workshop, Stanley Street Merchants, Lucky Pickle, Black Star Pastry, Lentil as Anything, Pre-Loved Roots, Brewtown Newtown, Sadhana Kitchen, Zeus, China Diner, Local Harvest Collective, Real Food Market, Short Black Panther, Moon Park, Ms. G’s, Hartsyard, Cornersmith Picklery, Da Orazio, Flying Fish, Cafe 86, Brighton the Corner, Pepe Saya, The Grumpy Barista, The Potting Shed, Indian Groceries, Spices and Sweets, Ramblin’ Rascal Tavern, The Wild Rover, Chip Off the Old Block, Sweet Belem, Bill’s, Pasticceria Papa, Oxford Tavern, Bloodwood, Mary’s, Ruby’s Diner, Kingston Public, Bistro Papillon, Kurtosh, Cookies + Milk, Scout’s Honour, Sticky Chai, Patchett’s Pies, Yellow, Oldtown Hong Kong, Daisy’s Milkbar, Handcraft Specialty Coffee, 212 Blu, Ill Hill, Dear Delicious, Kitchen by Mike, House of Crabs, Ko and Co.

An inherently bad thing about the posting of #clientwork on this #sydneyfoodblog is that I have no means to ride in on my humble-high-horse spraying snarky and/or self-loathing anecdotes, lest I seem unprofessional. “This minestrone soup was inspired by a voyage of self discovery”, or, “be sure to add a pinch of cinnamon to this ice cream recipe; a little hint of spice alludes to all of my sadness, oh my.”

Instead, all I can offer is my repetitive notion of progress, and all that. A few months ago I was asked to take some photos for The Rocks as part of their new branding surrounding Aroma Festival (a celebration of everything coffee and chocolate) and a few other events. A select few ended up on a billboard and flying on flags across Sydney’s CBD, an obnoxious yet temporary reminder that hard work always, always pays off. Looks like all of those coffee pour photos were good for something. Living the IRL life is the IRL dream.

Anyway, started form the bloggosphere now we here. Art direction by Ed Hall at Interbrand – I’m very grateful to be part of this amazing project.

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I’ve always felt a strange affinity with one of the photos below and I was so glad to find it in the latest Broadsheet print issue this afternoon. So, guess what, I’m posting a whole lot more because #feelings.

The kitchen will always and forever be the heart of the home to me, and with a kitchen as open as this I feel the flames of Da Orazio are the most real thing I’ve ever encountered in the yoga mat wielding town of Bondi. And that’s probably why I love this photo so much, it’s a delicious Sydney juxtaposition.

(Also, when Maurice Terzini insists you take a pizza home with you, and when you finally put your feet up and ease into the cheese, and it happens to be the greatest slice to grace your face — you know it’s been a good day.)

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I arrived in Japan a month after the 2011 earthquake and tsunami, the catalyst of the devastating Fukushima meltdown. Despite advice from peripheral acquaintances to cancel my trip, life in Tokyo (superficially) seemed as normal as ever – operating transportation, bustling nightlife, all those good and normal things. That is until we ventured to Tsukiji market one weekend.

There was an apocalyptic feel at 9am. We were met with emptiness, a certain stillness of sparse warehouses and strewn palettes. We found a sign slathered to a grubby wall in red tape politely warning us: “Please stop visiting the market by the earthquake generation”. Our morning stroll felt increasingly intrusive as we meandered, confused, through deserted loading dock after deserted loading dock. Crates and turret trucks were poised neatly for the most part ready for a busy day of trade. A school of comical plastic tetraodontidae fish hung limp above locked roller doors – eerie to say the least. We eventually found a small pocket of stalls operating on the market’s outskirts running on skeleton staff but I could feel unrest in the air, even a sweet pug resting at my feet had the most solemn look in its eyes.

We eventually found somewhere to eat, and did so gravely (with occasional banter regarding how wonderful our breakfast was like the filthy foodies we are), and left the hushed Tsukiji market, not having experienced the bustling wonder of people and produce, but instead a rare scene at a standstill I struggle to express in words.

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Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market

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Tsukiji Market

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Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market
Tsukiji Market

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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.

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Sadhana Kitchen
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Sadhana Kitchen
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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).

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

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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.

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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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