From the monthly archives:

December 2009

Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night.

by Patsyfox on December 21, 2009

I never thought I’d say this but I actually think I’m sick of drinking.  There – I said it, pass the thermometer.  I may have passed over without noticing it but I think it’s true.  Maybe it’s the cheap lick-envelopes I bought to post my xmas cards.  Maybe it’s just genuine liver-at-capacity.  Not that I [...]

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Meet the Frockerphiliac

by Patsyfox on December 17, 2009

It’s been a suspiciously smooth day today – coffee with my old pilates buddies, discovery that the cheap printer has 300g matt paper for my xmas cards in stock, a park out the front, and can print them right away, and while I wait I can have coffee at the newly opened cafe next door which is [...]

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Patience is my virtue

by Patsyfox on December 15, 2009

As canny subscribers to the Patsyfox newsletter already know, I lined up last week like the world’s biggest loser for over 2 hours, just to meet The Sartorialist and get his scrawl on paper.  Well of course I already met him last time he was here when I stalked him, so really it was a [...]

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Nevada Duffy

by Patsyfox on December 10, 2009

Because I have little (read nil) respect for my credit card debt, I have this dress on lay-by at Nevada Duffy’s.

No, I don’t smoke.  Of course I don’t smoke! What – do I have ’stupid’ or ‘age me faster please’ written on my forehead?  No.  I just admit with no small amount of guilt that [...]

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Getting Fresh

by Patsyfox on December 3, 2009

It’s the little things in life that bring a smile to your face while you’re belting along a city street trying to make it to the tray of champagne before the rain really gets going.  Like the guy selling The Big Issue opposite Parliament House today, selling his wares by song as I passed – [...]

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St Kilda rd love

by Patsyfox on December 1, 2009

There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about St Kilda rd in Melbourne.  Could be the fact that I’ve laid naked on the wet bitumen of Princes Bridge at dawn to be photographed by Spencer Tunick….

Or maybe it’s being so close to my favourite building in Melbourne, the NGV International.  So obsessed was I with the [...]

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