I have been wanting to share some photos of sunset as experienced at artist James Turrell’s Amarna installation since I first went to view it but how it connected with a blog about fashion and flowers eluded me…until last night.
Fashion designer Alexi Freeman launched his Autumn/Winter White Noise 2016 Collection at twilight out at MONA using Amarna as the runway.
James Turrell is an American artist primarily concerned with light and space. Amarna is one of more than 80 Skyspace installations he has built around the world and is best viewed at sunrise or sunset.
The evening was enhanced by Byron Meyer’s live soundscapes, Ainslie Walker‘s beautiful bespoke scent Nocturne filling the air and of course those other two fashion show requisites – friends and champagne!
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I love Autumn – but then I love each season and the changes they bring – in the garden, in the fabrics I work with in my studio, and even in the way I get together with friends.
My Autumn wedding creations for last weekend were sumptuous in both texture and colour.
Champagne coloured duchess satin and heavily beaded lace for the bride. Rich purple velvet with silk chiffon for the bridesmaid and an Italian printed silk satin and slubbed dupion for the Mother of the Bride in mink, wine & cerise tones.
I’ve also had my sister visiting so we booked a few days on the east coast and it was magical. Walks on the beach, red wine in front of an open fire and the most spectacular sunsets and sunrises.
Back home, the wonderful thing about my garden is that despite the carpet of Autumnal coloured leaves there is always a bit of colour to be found somewhere.
Perfect for an afternoon tea setting with a friend on Sunday.
And perfect for a ‘In A Vase On Monday Post’.
‘In A Vase On Monday’ was started by Cathy from Rambling In The Garden who has a beautiful garden in the north-east rural fringe of the West Midlands, England.
And while I’m enjoying Autumn, she’s enjoying Spring!
Returning to Sydney from Hobart to spend time with family and friends is usually a joyful journey but a fortnight ago I returned with heavy heart to be with my father for the last time. He died peacefully surrounded by his family after being diagnosed with cancer 18 months earlier.
Sitting waiting for the plane, a small child wandered over purposefully – the flowers from my garden that I had tucked in my bag had caught his eye – he stretched out his tiny hand and gently touched them. For me it was a poignant moment – a life just beginning in contrast to a life about to end.
Six years ago my parents moved to live by the sea, and like me my father began a creative ritual – his was photographing the seascape out the window – sunrises and sunsets, sailboats, stormy seas, full moons and rainbows.
He inspired in all of us a love of nature and to see the everyday beauty around us. My earliest gardening memories are helping him plant forget-me-nots and my garden in Hobart has many things he planted or struck from cuttings when visiting.
These are some of his wonderful photos and this post is dedicated to him.