Stewart MacFarlane and Tupperware

I don't like short-changing anyone in the social sense.

But I had to forego a Tupperware party this weekend to trot off to

Australian artist, Stewart MacFarlane's book launch at

the Gallery of Modern Art, Brisbane.

 Here's Stewart reading from his book.
That was a good part of the proceedings.

Here's the flowers I had bought for J, the hostess of

the Tupperware soiree. Sorry, J.

And, here's a an up-to-the-minute look inside my containers' cupboard.

Mr Fascinata often yells out for a container.

To be honest, I have no idea where they have gotten to.

Compounded by the fact that a recent loan of two large storage

units was punctuated with, 'What containers?' from the borrower.

I'll have to tell him that I did place that order in absentia.

Had time for a quick coffee with S.

MacFarlane's work is rife with all sorts of frippery and shenanigans.

You can make up your own meaning.

You'll get a tick for whatever you say.

Create your own story.

It's not everyone's cup-of-tea.

And, one of the House of Flora's house mannequins S, is actually one of

MacFarelane's muses and now immortalised in the text.

Here she is, as above, resting on a yellow sheet.

Here she is modelling a One-of-a-Kind Flora.

Of course, she's been hanging around many well-dressed walls for a bit.

Here's one of MacFarlane's takes on an attractive pair of patents.

I wouldn't be surprised if these are S's stilettos.

She's a stalwart for a stiletto.

Here's her hooves yesterday, tricked up in a pair of hot-pink fluoro sandals.

Bought last year, in anticipation of now's fluoro avalanche.

Directional.

Wonder where she's going to? Or, leaving from?

Thank S, it was an exciting launch.