Travel

It’s time for a run-down of the awesome weekend we had away last month! I’m pretty sure we were all reeling for a few days afterwards from the 48-hour high that was “Loli Camp 2011″. One resourceful and very hard-working member of the Melbourne Lolita Community set about organising this little getaway for two dozen of us, and we were all so grateful for her effort and impressed at how smoothly everything went. I spent weeks in anticipation, planning outfits and purchasing last-minute necessities. My partner (termed an “aristocrat”) came along, as did my sister, who’s just starting out in the fashion (who prefers the sweeter style).

Note: Photos below are courtesy of Pamela, Catherine, Kimberley & Kimberley, unless credited otherwise.

Friday

Once the car was packed and we’d dressed up a little we left mid-afternoon. I stopped on the way to get Kimberley #2 (a great inspiration within our community) and in clichéd Lolita fashion we ate a few macarons – they weren’t very nice ones though. It was an uneventful journey and took about four hours. We followed our dot on Google maps, counting down the kilometres, and finally got to the designated “town”…

After ten minutes of dirt roads in the dark, the bush closing in around us, we were feeling quite isolated and arrived at “camp” about 7pm. We settled our gear quickly into our cabins (simple rooms with a trunk and bunk beds, but nowhere near warm enough for my liking) and trundled into the main building to greet our frilly friends and enjoy some snacks and games.

After dinner five of us decided to play some Dungeons & Dragons, which kept us greatly amused for a while. The wine and tears (of laughter) were flowing freely and many a fierce roar or triumphant shout was heard. The delightful Cat even decided to act out every bit of the little role-playing session, putting on a particularly fine goblin impression and enacting the deaths of an entire goblin family, who we’d mercilessly massacred. The rolling of several D20s resulted in the smashing asunder of a bar by a dwarf’s fist, the utter destruction of a goblin’s head with the well-aimed kick of a boot, and the violent slaughter of an infant goblin, by the very same boot (if I remember correctly), after it was kicked at a wall with such incredible force there was really nothing left of it.

Saturday

Adam brought me breakfast so I could wallow in my morning stiffness a bit longer… The others went on a sort of treasure hunt. Eventually, after pulling on my favourite new dress, we gathered in the library for quite a time, posing and sharing passages from a book on the esteemed Lord Nelson, and another called “Bladder Control”, which Adam read some curious extracts from in a Severus Snape voice.

In the early afternoon we all sat down for a tea party! After a sugar high and subsequent rest, a number of us headed outside to “frolic”. This ended in the filming of a short “documentary” on the habits of wild lolitas (for we had truly turned feral by this point), the trailer for which can be found here:

 To work off all those pastries and cakes we took a bushwalk, where we found animal bones and teeth, rope swings, and an obstacle course! YAY! We ended the night by playing a game of “Inn Fighting”, finishing another few bottles of wine (by which time the company had become rather merry), dancing madly around the room, and exercising (!?).

Sunday

We blearily breakfasted and packed up, posed for final group shots, and said a few goodbyes. A number of us decided to detour to Queenscliff for lunch, so we headed east along the Great Ocean Road for about two hours.

We stopped at the beautiful Queenscliff Hotel, a heritage building , for a relaxed meal and some delicious desserts.  There is another building just a few doors up from the hotel, Lathamstowe, which excites me to drive past because it reminds me of Labassa!

The drive home was long, we didn’t fancy having to cook, and were in dire need of some vegetables, so naturally we got pizza (and a bowl of carrots) from Innocent Bystander. This rounded of the weekend nicely. We had a wonderful and exhausting time but can’t wait until the next camp!

Goodness gracious, I have been occupied!

I had nothing to post about for a few weeks but all the fun things happening lately have been concentrated into the past week. I shall take it day by day, blow by blow…

Oh, gratuitous photo time:

 

 

Saturday 2nd

One of my nieces just turned 15 so she had a Harry Potter party to celebrate. It was actually warm enough to spend the whole day outside! Almost everybody dressed up, but I think everyone was in agreeance upon the fact that Kimmy, my sister, made the best effort with her Hagrid ensemble. She even had the walk down pat.
Guests were all sorted and we played little games (“degnoming the garden”, trivia, etc.) throughout the afternoon to earn house points. There was no shortage of cheating, though Hufflepuff won the House Cup at the end of the day by a large margin. I don’t have any photos yet…

After the guests had left I set up a computer for my niece (her birthday present :P ) and then picked up our friend Martin from the station, who would be staying with us for a little while.

 

Sunday 3rd

Adam, Martin and I headed into the city for a much-anticipated (by us…) performance by the Australian Chamber Orchestra. The program for the day was “Baroque Virtuosi” and the ACO’s new little star, a 280-year-old Stradivarius, would be debuting with Tartini’s Devil’s Trill Sonata, a particular favourite of Adam’s.

 

 

We met up with my sister and her friend, had some lunch, and then all took our seats in the Town Hall. The ACO, as vibrant and energetic and lovely (to my ears) as ever gave us the following:

HANDEL Concerto Grosso, Op.6 No.12
GREENBAUM Moments of Falling
BRUMBY The Phoenix and the Turtle I and III
LEDGER Johann has left the building (World Premiere)
VIVALDI Concerto for four violins, RV580
TELEMANN Viola Concerto
SCULTHORPE Port Essington
TARTINI (arr. Kreisler) Violin Sonata, Op.1 No.4, “Devil’s Trill”
CORELLI Concerto Grosso, Op.6 No.2

 

 

The Handel was transporting. Our seats were close enough to really hear and delight in the music this time. Stuart Greenbaum’s Moments of Falling, dedicated to (and somewhat evocative of) Arvo Part did not impress Adam, who is not so partial to modern Australian composers, but is ironically partial to minimalism and Part. I enjoyed all the pieces interspersed between the baroque concerti. Greenbaum, who is a professor of music at Melbourne University, came out to applaud the performance. In the composer’s own words, “Moments of Falling is constructed around a cascading 16-note motif in the Aeolian mode. It features a high degree of repetition, but as the motif is overlaid at different speeds in different octaves, no bar is ever exactly the same.”

Brumby made me think of butterflies, swans, the languor of Spring… the work would not have been out of place as a film score, in my opinion. Ledger’s work was turbulent and exciting, but I wonder if the piece would’ve actually made Johann leave the building upon hearing it. I couldn’t decide whether I loved it or was uncomfortable! A rather familiar Vivaldi concluded the first half of the program, for which I have no critcism.

 

 

The Herald Sun said, “Principal violist Christopher Moore gave a rich-timbred, if low-key, reading of Telemann’s Viola Concerto In G.” Moore is animated and produces a beautiful sound. Sculthorpe’s Djilile was instantly recognisable in his dynamic six-part Port Essington. I was quite mesmerised by the journey through this work. The Age describes the ACO’s performance of this as “near-reverent”.

And then, at last, the Devil’s Trill. Adam said he considered everything prior as obstacles he had to sit through to get to this. Satu Vanska’s performance was grand and literally left me wanting for breath. The work is not simply ‘virtuosic’ or at all facile in nature — it’s a masterpiece! I thought we’d never get a reprieve from the temptatious solo, it was as if someone was holding a bar of the best chocolate in the world in front of [me] in the throes of a chocolate craving, and constantly pulling it back. Or something. The refined Corelli concerto provided a nice wholesome chord for us to leave happily on.

Afterwards we met up with some of the Melbourne Lolitas, who are becoming good friends, and ate Chinese for dinner.

 

Me looking awkward in BTSSB and Adam’s coat
Martin and beautiful Kimberley

 

I had a piano lesson on Monday and rested on Tuesday while the boys went for walks!

 

Wednesday 6th

I’m sure this has been my favourite day so far because I LOVE SNOW. I dreamt of a misty, alpine forest the night before with a single deer in it. We drove up to our nearest mountain and were happily met by enough snow to play in and toboggan down for a few hours. It didn’t actually snow while we were there, we just got facefuls of icy rain. I would like to go back soon, before it melts. I was warm the whole time but we forgot to bring good gloves!

Down to the slopes…
Sliding down is the easy part, climbing back is exhausting!
Martin’s snow bunny

Adam giving me a ride back to the car

Thursday 7th

We stopped at a nearby town for spare teacups and second-hand books the following day, and headed up the mountain into Adam’s family’s town.

A nice antique store, and reminder of how not to pose if you are me

Adam’s aunt runs a tearoom and gardens on the property where Australian poet C. J. Dennis moved to and lived until the end of his life. He named the propertly “Arden” but it’s now called “The Singing Gardens” and features magnificent gardens, hidden paths and is beautiful in every season. We enjoyed afternoon tea there and a tranquil walk in the fine rain. My head looks stupid, aargh!

After this we drove down to the city again, showing Martin many areas along the way that were burnt out in Black Saturday’s fires. The bush has of course regenerated marvellously. Our evening consisted of another recital – this time it was a candelit programme of the complete Chopin Nocturnes, played by Australian pianist Piers Lane. My piano teacher invited many of his students and friends, as it was bound to be quite an enriching experience for pupils and non-musicians alike!

 

 

The moment his finger hit the first key (a B-flat) Piers lulled us into a dreamy state, taking us through an almost ethereal journey of peace, passion, drama, thoughtfulness and depth. His melodies sang out beautifully across the hall, Chopin’s love of bel canto evident especially in the F-minor, Op. 55 No. 1. Piers’ tenderness at the end of the C-sharp (no. 20) nocturne was particularly touching. He would pause intermittently to give us a little commentary and background, expressing that Chopin had come such a long way from the early nocturnes into the final, matured works. It was an experience I won’t soon forget. I even got to meet him briefly and tell him how very fine (and at times unexpected) his playing was! The only downside to these concerts is that we always seem to be seated next to fidgeters, throat-clearers, whifflers, whistlers, and assorted flibbertigibbets and sundry. Maybe I need to live for another few decades before I understand why one must cough through every concert.

 

 

I’ll cover the next few days in the next post!

We took a short trip to Phillip Island this week with good friends, returning this afternoon. The route we decided to take to and fro just reminded me of the beautiful area I live in and how often I take it for granted. However, the rolling green hills surrounding the valley I live in and the fresh sea air are a close second behind the best experience of the last few days. Massolino’s Moscato d’Asti brought me to this week’s peak of happiness. I bought this $40 well-kept secret on a whim at the suggestion of people I will now trust. I had intentions of sharing it and half hoped I wouldn’t like it because then I’d never need to buy it again. Sorry Innocent Bystander Pink Moscato, you’re not my #1 happy girly drink any more. Fresita, you’ve been knocked down to 3rd place, at least until I get to drink other things.

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