Stuart Buchanan doesn’t have an M.O for his fledgling net label New Weird Australia, but as long as it breaks the mould he’ll take it. Ahead of a showcase at this weekend’s Sound Summit festival in Newcastle, he speaks to KATE HENNESSY about NWA’s genesis, its ideology and its plans to go viral like Eazy-E.
Archive for September, 2009
Lifting the lid on food photography
D-Photo Magazine,
October, 2009
First published in D-Photo magazine.
Next time you tuck into a beef vindaloo, spare a thought for the camera. A taste sensation it may be but to the keen eye of the food photographer, your dinner is “brown and toneless” and nearly – but not quite – as challenging as shooting ice cream.
Yes, the food photographer sees food differently. They consider aspects such as how fast it deteriorates, the “transient nature” of soufflé and what colours will perfectly offset the delectability of a dish. They even call the main food item a ‘hero’.
Yet according to the professionals, monotone curries and disintegrating deserts are not your main concern. Taking wonderful photos of food depends much more on those time-worn photographic skills: lighting, composition, concept and speed.
[The rest of the article can be downloaded as a PDF]
How to recover from a Social Media Disaster, Pt 1
Nett Magazine,
October, 2009
First published in Nett Magazine.
When Samboy Chips decided to re-launch its brand using a social media campaign it decided Facebook was a good place to start. Why? There was already a popular facebook group called ‘Bring Back Atomic Tomato Chips’.
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References to Salvador Dali Make Me Hot
September 21, 2009
First published in The Brag.
Actors love to talk about the rigourous roles they select. But how many of them have played a wild desert coyote who wants to fuck, and then eat, a house cat? Welcome to the magic realist theatrical landscape of ‘References to Salvador Dali Make Me Hot’.
The Nation Blue / SixFtHick, live – Spectrum
First published on Mess+Noise, here.
Saturday night’s support slot for The Nation Blue is the first time I’ve seen Brisbane rock veterans SixFtHick. A miracle really, considering my reasonable pub-rock pedigree and SixFtHick’s 13-year tenure strutting, spitting, sweating, screaming and slapping themselves across Aussie stages everywhere.