Gloves Gone West ? Apply Here.

 This tribute to lost glovers everywhere sits on top of a traffic box, just outside the Australian Museum.  The code I think is unrelated but I've taken the liberty to reconvene it as an anagram of West, but this is side story. The gloves, a subject dear to me, are plaster partners of each other, frayed, thumb-worn, fake of course but with that charming feel of wabi-sabi. 

Fashion is so fickle.

Matching Dark Undertones

Autumn's generous rewards, seven spikes of  dark, perfumed blooms from one of the Oncidiums and elegantly soft,s sculpted grey stratacumulous ( you have to imagine these off stage). The perfume is a kind of exacting puzzle, notes of musk, a hint of something nearly jasmine-esque, a note of intoxicating mead,  that creates an uncertainty that makes you go back and inhale again,  to bed it down into olfactory memory and to try sniff out further taxonomies of scent.

Fall into Grace - The Noritake Take

Completely leaving behind  its past life as an ashtray this elegant Noritake piece has quietly, secretly fielded a fallen gum flower, with its operculum. The flower has gone out in styles, suggesting saffron's great sabor, but framed here by the five compositae, I've gone back quite a few times to check, and admire,  this after-arrangement.

The Self-Caught Flower

The magnolia proves itself an old hand at most things, here we see its resolutely tough tepals catching the fall of its own stamens. Starting off their career in a world with no bees, the magnolia may have some handy lessons for us in the sadly bee-less world tha,  if we were collectively wise,  we would, right now,  be at pains to avoid