Darlinghurst, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Dar-ling-hurst: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Dar. Ling. Hurst.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Darlinghurst: Street Art: Sad-Eyed Fella of the Lowlands
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Darlinghurst: Food: Mad Pizza e Bar
Darlinghurst: Fashion: The Back Room
Monday, September 27, 2010
Darlinghurst: Detritus: Batmobile
Darlinghurst: Food: Le Petit Creme
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Darlinghurst: Art and Culture: King Street Gallery on William: Kensuke Todo's Time, Distance, Speed
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Darlinghurst: Street Art: Ruins
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Across the Border: Kings Cross: Club Swans and the Astoria Hotel
This statement was posted on the Club Swan's website in May:
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Darlinghurst: Food: Sushi Yachiyo
Yes, it looks rather odd doesn't it, but my bad flash-photography does not really do it any favours. Sitting inside that paper-fan bowl was a blandish Japanese broth along with mysterious and not-all-that mesmerising mushrooms with pieces of fish.
It was all a bit too much like a lucky-dip for my liking and it was just my lucky-dip-luck that when I dived in with my chopsticks I came out with something white, with the texture of scallop, but curiously flavourless. Good god, what was it? I wasn't sure if it was mushroom or flesh from the sea. I had a few more goes with the chopsticks but realised I am not so brave with food after all. Ruby proved more adventurous and knocked back a broth-soaked oyster, but later, with a bad taste on her tongue, wished she hadn't.
I was more concerned about Nina as I'm told there's a long list of what expectant mothers can't eat, including soft-cheeses, nuts and raw fish. Because of the brazier-style cooking of the kami-nabe, none of the pieces in the broth were evenly cooked, so that food at the bottom of the paper-fan bowl was well-cooked, while the fish and mushrooms sitting near the top were only cooked in parts. I pointed this out to Nina but she wasn't too worried and just poked her chopsticks in to the broth and fished out some more salmon.
Both Ruby and Nina ordered desserts: one looked like a flying saucer and was comprised of a chocolatey-bean paste sandwiched between two crispy round discs that tasted like dried rice-paper. The other was like a vanilla agar-agar and deliciously refreshing.
When we left the restaurant I noticed these wise, slightly unintelligible, but strangly appropriate words chalked up on the rusty-facade outside Sushi Yachiyo's door:
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Darlinghurst Blog: History: Barcom Conservation Area
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Darlinghurst: Fashion: Kookaburra Kiosk
Monday, September 13, 2010
Darlinghurst: Comics: 2002
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Darlinghurst: My Story
I have just left an industry that I loved for 10 years to embark on this new adventure and I am very excited about my new position at Town Hall, especially because I will be able to pop down to the City of Sydney Archives in my lunch breaks. And hopefully this can only be a good thing for my My Darling Darlinghurst.
Opinions, thoughts and adventures will remain my own and I still make no money from this blog; it has and always will be a labour of love.