Had a lovely Chinese lunch with the folks and then took Seth to the Grampians because he really wanted to climb The Pinnacle. I have done the climb a few times already, but it had been years since I'd attempted the climb all the way to the summit, so I knew that I was in for a challenge before we even arrived. Did we complete the climb? Of course we bloody well did. Did I find it difficult? Of course I bloody well did! I can't remember the last time that I voluntarily hiked for 4 straight hours, most of which was on an incline and on dodgy rocky surfaces, so yeah, it is fair to say that it was a challenge, but we did it! We even took a selfie of ourselves to prove to the world that we did do it, mostly because I figured that no-one would believe that I had actually done it if I didn't have photographic evidence to prove that it really had happened.
Anyway, when I woke up the next morning, my body was telling me no - 'no, don't do that again in a hurry' it screamed from every crevice of my flabby body. How the hell did my back, chest and shoulders get so sore anyway? It's not like I slithered up on my gut like snake or anything, but for some reason the strangest parts of me ached. Totally weird to be honest, but I was obviously using my upper body more than I realised I was, and I am 100% sure that when I did the climb about a decade ago that I wasn't sore in any of those places the next day, proving again that my body is rapidly turning to shit around me.
However, there was no time to sook it up, because I was out and hitting the road again, this time I was off to Bendigo to spend the weekend with Helen. We went to see the new Marilyn Monroe exhibition that is currently on at The Bendigo Art Gallery, and I have to say that although I was never a huge Marilyn fan, I was thoroughly impressed by the exhibition. A huge array of personal items, clothing, images and information is on display, which really helped me to understand who Marilyn Monroe was, not just as an icon, but also as a person. I swear that she was utterly incapable of taking a bad photograph, and considering she was around in the days before Photoshop, she looks bloody incredible in every single shot. She truly was gobsmackingly gorgeous, and I can certainly see why men tripped over their own tongues and went gaga in her presence, because there is no denying it, she was insanely hot and her look is the epitome of timeless beauty. The exhibit is worth going to just to see her incredible wardrobe alone, what style!
There was a photo that was on display that was apparently Marilyn's favourite photograph of herself, and after having a good look at it, it actually made me feel really sad. There is clearly a deep sadness in her eyes and some unspoken sorrow in her expression that cannot be missed; how telling that she favoured that photo of herself the most. Like so many other icons that went before and after her time, she too was drowning right in front of the entire world. Seen on every billboard and plastered in the public's eye, and yet so very lost and secretly damaged. Marilyn's short life and legacy is a tragic tale for sure, and one that we keep on seeing time and time again. Unfortunately, we keep witnessing these incredibly talented and influential people succumb to the pressures that the limelight thrusts upon them, and it is truly an awfully sad thing to witness.
Anyway, when I woke up the next morning, my body was telling me no - 'no, don't do that again in a hurry' it screamed from every crevice of my flabby body. How the hell did my back, chest and shoulders get so sore anyway? It's not like I slithered up on my gut like snake or anything, but for some reason the strangest parts of me ached. Totally weird to be honest, but I was obviously using my upper body more than I realised I was, and I am 100% sure that when I did the climb about a decade ago that I wasn't sore in any of those places the next day, proving again that my body is rapidly turning to shit around me.
However, there was no time to sook it up, because I was out and hitting the road again, this time I was off to Bendigo to spend the weekend with Helen. We went to see the new Marilyn Monroe exhibition that is currently on at The Bendigo Art Gallery, and I have to say that although I was never a huge Marilyn fan, I was thoroughly impressed by the exhibition. A huge array of personal items, clothing, images and information is on display, which really helped me to understand who Marilyn Monroe was, not just as an icon, but also as a person. I swear that she was utterly incapable of taking a bad photograph, and considering she was around in the days before Photoshop, she looks bloody incredible in every single shot. She truly was gobsmackingly gorgeous, and I can certainly see why men tripped over their own tongues and went gaga in her presence, because there is no denying it, she was insanely hot and her look is the epitome of timeless beauty. The exhibit is worth going to just to see her incredible wardrobe alone, what style!
There was a photo that was on display that was apparently Marilyn's favourite photograph of herself, and after having a good look at it, it actually made me feel really sad. There is clearly a deep sadness in her eyes and some unspoken sorrow in her expression that cannot be missed; how telling that she favoured that photo of herself the most. Like so many other icons that went before and after her time, she too was drowning right in front of the entire world. Seen on every billboard and plastered in the public's eye, and yet so very lost and secretly damaged. Marilyn's short life and legacy is a tragic tale for sure, and one that we keep on seeing time and time again. Unfortunately, we keep witnessing these incredibly talented and influential people succumb to the pressures that the limelight thrusts upon them, and it is truly an awfully sad thing to witness.
AMY
Release Date: 2015
Rating: MA 15+
Running Time: 122 mins
A British documentary outlining the life and death of iconic singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. Thoughtfully directed by Asif Kapadia, Amy is a collection of interviews with people that were intimately involved with her, private photographs and previously unseen archival film footage, played in chronological order to give us a detailed portrait of who Amy Winehouse really was.
Despite her incredible talent and the commercial success of her two albums Frank and Back to Black, Amy was a troubled and tortured person, plagued with bad relationships, mental health issues, bulimia and drug and alcohol addiction. Buckling under the pressure of the media, her personal demons and also succumbing to her many addictions, Amy's life sadly ended in 2011 when she died of alcohol poisoning at the tender age of 27.
This is a really sad documentary, it seemed clear from the beginning that Amy was never cut out for the big time, and lacked the emotional support that she so dearly needed in her life. Her role models and infatuations always appeared to be for people that lacked any sort of moral compass, and she appears to be the gravy boat that seemed to keep everyone else afloat whilst she sunk further and further down into the mire of her addictions. This movie left me feeling a bit depressed that someone could be at the front of so much media hype, and yet still be completely invisible in so many ways. Not a heartwarming story in any way, shape or form.
FINAL SAY: I do suffer from depression I suppose. Which isn't that unusual, a lot of people do.
4 Chili Peppers
Release Date: 2015
Rating: MA 15+
Running Time: 122 mins
A British documentary outlining the life and death of iconic singer-songwriter Amy Winehouse. Thoughtfully directed by Asif Kapadia, Amy is a collection of interviews with people that were intimately involved with her, private photographs and previously unseen archival film footage, played in chronological order to give us a detailed portrait of who Amy Winehouse really was.
Despite her incredible talent and the commercial success of her two albums Frank and Back to Black, Amy was a troubled and tortured person, plagued with bad relationships, mental health issues, bulimia and drug and alcohol addiction. Buckling under the pressure of the media, her personal demons and also succumbing to her many addictions, Amy's life sadly ended in 2011 when she died of alcohol poisoning at the tender age of 27.
This is a really sad documentary, it seemed clear from the beginning that Amy was never cut out for the big time, and lacked the emotional support that she so dearly needed in her life. Her role models and infatuations always appeared to be for people that lacked any sort of moral compass, and she appears to be the gravy boat that seemed to keep everyone else afloat whilst she sunk further and further down into the mire of her addictions. This movie left me feeling a bit depressed that someone could be at the front of so much media hype, and yet still be completely invisible in so many ways. Not a heartwarming story in any way, shape or form.
FINAL SAY: I do suffer from depression I suppose. Which isn't that unusual, a lot of people do.
4 Chili Peppers
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