Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Sandwiches!!! It feels like so long ago now but I still haven't shown you the pictures of the behind-the-scenes to my new book. Those who follow my instagram would have had a sneak peek, though.
I definitely have the best photographer on the planet. I practically called her in tears the morning the van was due to arrive to collect the props after she saw a picture of the props and said 'hmmmm, they MIGHT fit, just try!' ha ha. Within 30 minutes she has pulled up outside my apartment to collect a few of the boxes so that everything would in fact fit. Next level service!!!
THEN when I arrived at her studio she had pulled out all of the props from her own collection that she thought I might be able to use!
Cutest balloon props.
Props from the house of yours truly.
The best team in the world!
Hilarious! Love you, beastie!
My photographer lost her head!!!
Re-usable studio slippers.
'This is coffee'.
The teeniest organic juice boxes left by the world's best photographer each morning!
Obento lunch break for three in the studio.
Obento lunch break for eight in the studio!
And sometimes lunch breaks looked like this. Instagram cuties!
On location for the picnic shoot. You only had to think of something and there was someone there to help you. So incredibly lucky to work with such a brilliant team!
Picnic shoot. 'It's a wrap!'.
Cutest little feet underneath the party scene table.
Bye bye studio!!!
Napping on set after a 14 day shoot running on just three hours sleep.
A sneak peek from the picnic shoot!
Obento sneak peek!
And finally, the view from otsukare Moët drinks in Aoyama. (Photo by my beastie).
I can't wait until the book is out with Murdoch books later this year, Sandwiches! I hope you'll like!
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
I spent sooooo long in Sydney wishing for my local supermarket to be a Japanese supermarket. We used to drive over the bridge to go to Tokyo Mart in Northbridge and pay three times the amount for cleaning product just because they had Japanese packaging. I think I'm repeating myself on my blog here for long time readers. Anyway, as it turns out, after four years of living in Tokyo, it's not all rainbows and unicorns.
It's rare for my local supermarket to sell frozen peas, quinoa, brown bread, roast chicken, dips, decent crackers, and don't even get me talking about cheese. Simple things like packet Continental Beef Stroganoff base, or Continental Chicken Noodle Cup-a-soup. I miss them! The frozen section at Ozeki is jam packed with seaweeds and osozai for obento, ramen and, on occasion, expensive pie sheets. I mean, I love Japan! And I love the fact that the supermarket obento are amazing but when I went back to Sydney recently I practically fainted at how amazing Coles was! Grass is always greener, hey?
I saw some 'No Frills' white rice packaging on my last trip to Sydney and loved their simple packaging. It had always bothered me why even with a one colour print design they couldn't do something better with the logo. In the end I'd decided that if they made it look too well designed that people wouldn't buy it because they'd think it was a fancy expensive brand. But, perhaps it was because I've been out of the country for so long now, but the logo looked nice and I tried to get MamaSando to buy a packet but she wouldn't comply.
On our This is Antwerp tourism trip I passed sooooooo many supermarkets but couldn't pop in because we had a very full schedule. It was one of the best trips of my life and such an honour to be taken around on such a brilliant tour, but I would have been so happy if my schedule would have allowed to have arrived a day earlier to visit the supermarkets. I'm not even kidding, but at one point (and in my defense I was extremely jet lagged) I even cried because it was such torture missing out on the supermarkets and photographs I wanted to take. I'm weird like that.
Anyway! On my last day in Antwerp I snuck out briefly to a large supermarket (even though it was a Dutch supermarket) and IT WAS HEAVEN! Look!
Cheeses! STOP IT!
I am not even kidding but these were dips and other amazing things!
I almost applied for a Belgium visa as soon as I visited these supermarkets in Antwerp!
And that's it Sandwiches! No more photos of Antwerp to show you. I want to get back there this year, though! So stay posted!
I hope I can travel to host some international craft workshops this year. USA, Mexico, Sweden and Spain are very high on the list! If you know someone who would like to host a Hello Sandwich workshop pretty please tell me!
Hope you're having a gorgeous and inspiring start to the year! Thank you so much to the incredibly lovely people who have emailed me this year just saying how much they enjoy visiting Hello Sandwich! It means the absolute world to me! I can't tell you how much these kinds of messages inspire me! xoxo
Also, Sandwiches - those who follow me on instagram will know I'm currently working on my new Hello Sandwich Tokyo Guide! I'm trying to get it finished as soon as possible! For those who are travelling to Tokyo in 2015 please stay tuned!
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Sandwiches! As I write this, it makes me a little sad, because this is the second last post about my trip to Antwerp. This is how our last day in Antwerp unfolded.
The day started with the arrival of one of my best friends flying in from London. She came on over to my B&B and we met up with the boys for breakfast.
Breakfast rolled into lunch at Coffeelabs which was probably my favourite meal of the week. Salads, quiche, sandwiches, colourful and refreshing carafes, and an easygoing vibe.
Coffeelabs also has a rental workspace on the floor above the cafe, and then a rooftop terrace. But I didn't get to peek at the terrace because James and Adrian and I snuck away to 'make pictures'.
James and his Fujifilm X100s. Total envy! Every time I go into LABI I try out the new X100T. Desperately want.
Antwerp Fujifilm club. Such relaxing times walking around with these two.
Further along the road Adrian was taking a shot.
E: "That must have been a great shot!"
A: "No, there was a boat was in the way"
Top of the MAS.
"Stop stealing my shots"
Our special final dinner at Red Fish Factory.
A - mazing!
The 12 of us in front of the video camera for the last time.
And then, we turned the camera on our videographer in attempt to get him back for all of the cameras in our faces during the trip.
Pants Off: "I don't want to put words in your mouth but if you could just say..."
And as he tried to reply Pants Off cut him off...
Pants Off: " - Yep. Yep. We've got it"
Gorgeous Marie from Walkie Talkie at the closing party.
Mural painting turned into face painting.
Tourism Antwerp went to such great lengths to make the closing party a wonderful evening. Love heart 'Antwerp' signs at the photo booth.
Lots of dancing and some climbing on ladders before we headed off to the house-party-after-party. I don't remember much about the after party other than I remember thinking it was pretty cool to be ordering pizza delivery with these amazing people in Antwerp. It felt so local doing something as ordinary as ordering pizza to a house. A house in Antwerp!
I believe something along the lines of a naked live show (?) went down in the open shower, and, randomly I was voted 'Prom Queen' and as a result I had to wear a plate on my head and give a speech. Embarrassingly, I think the focus of my utterly brilliant speech was about how I love European boys! Hah! Oh dear! Sandwich...
And, OMG! The next morning saying goodbye before my flight to Copenhagen. Gosh!
So many special goodbyes that I can still recall so vividly. Hugs at doors.
Itay: "Just go before I cry"
I remember driving off in the taxi. Riding over the cobblestone roads where kitten heels are lost. Pulling out of the street where I had rode Antwerp bikes with the guys so many times that week. I realised that it was the first time that I had been alone in a week. I didn't want to leave.
I'm currently listening to this as I type this which isn't particularly helping.
I held off the tears until I reached Antwerp's grand station. The kind taxi driver carried my suitcase to the entrance of the station. And for a moment I couldn't move. I just stood there looking up at the station, crying. I wanted to turn around and change paths somehow.
Down on the train track to the airport I stood crying like a baby. So much so that I almost didn't realise that my train to the airport was about to depart further up the track. Safely on board I got chatting to two friendly travellers who asked me what I was doing in Antwerp. As I tried to explain, there were more tears.
And at the airport - more tears. Goodness.
It was such a wonderful trip. I can't believe just how special it was and how lucky I was to have been selected for this trip.
Thank you so much Walkie Talkie!