putting the punk into village

it's a blindingly sun-filled saturday morning on oxford street. a handful of punk monks are at the markets. the lovely taylor square sustainable farmers markets where we played every thursday night for the duration of october.

 

lou steer from ESP gallery coaxes succinct word beats from the mic. her heartfelt character driven stories are witty & locally relevant. i'm not the only person laughing out loud. i am probably the only person who pisses my pants however. hurray for TENA.

today we've returned to the scene of our past street party crimes to add a little village ambience...

or a lot. inspired by lou, i break my spoken word bubble jamming an assorted jumble of love-worn haikus

and weetbix has a green drink while he mixes up sounds of the day. sometimes he has to adjust his output because we're somewhat too fast-paced for the slow vibe & the clothes swap beneath us is quite genteel. i blame the spirulina & we try to act all incognito.

noone cares. it's saturday morning on oxford street after all.

meanwhile andrew/andros & rebecca are live arting up a storm on yonder heritage fence. there's an extraordinary amount of pigeon shit at the base. oddly enough it perfectly matches the undercoat of our painted panels.

 very odd indeed.

nothing to see here. just a bunch of nonchalant punk monks... move along please.

bag ladies

the sydney sustainable markets & inaugural farmer markets on taylor square kicked off with a quiet bang this saturday just gone.

stevie & i were down there at what is an uncivilised hour for most of the locale on the oxford street strip. still it hummed prettily as we jack-knived between the clutch of stalls desperately in search of bulk olives to marinate just past 8am with a birthday party shopping list to fill & a prep deadline to chase.

our search was fruitless [the delicious olives there, were sadly already prettified which normally would have been fine just not that day], however we didn't leave empty-handed. amongst the seasonal fruit & organic/low chem veggies there were free-range eggs, flowers, honey, delicious bread and um, fresh rabbit pie... 

but we found these!!!!

...which are made out of the city council street banners [as pictured in top image]. next bored aim is to head down every week & start a collection. if you can't make a specific event you can have the bag, silky goodness! 


apparently the council used to make beanbags out of them but have gone all hipster & moved from the lounge floor to totes. it's amazing how many olives you can actually stuff in them [separate coles demonstration].


sydney sustainable markets
taylor square
sydney
saturdays 08:00 -13:00

to market, to market

no fat pigs except for me although i did espy at the growers markets an organic meat stall which involved some dragging of feet by my dear carnivorous companion. the markets are low-key magic; there is something for foodies of all shapes & sizes.

sheltered beneath one of the original railway sheds - the skeleton shell offers protection from the elements & a leisurely hum. this contrasts significantly with my standard frequented markets in chinatown, which is pure hedonistic death of feet by ubiquitous trolley flattening bustle. eveleigh is so, dear is say it, civilised.

the growers are all personable & happy to leisurely discuss their farms & growing techniques around customers. the fruit of their labours bear testament to the love & pride they take in their craft. it's a very pleasant wander.

for 20 dollars i left "block 11" stand with a large bag of corn cobs, mammothian fennel which smelt like freshly hewn anise, broccoli, tamarillos, basil, yellow grape tomatoes and more... all organic packed with flavour, colour & much appreciated idiosyncrasy.

the proud bearers of the royal easter champion trophy for their alto extra virgin olive oil pose proudly after we discuss finer points of permaculture strategies for the pending mountain olive crop using the hardies mammoth strain. relative newcomers to the olive growing block, they can't keep the smiles off their faces. after winning two handfuls of medals in your market debut, why would you?

much liberal dousing is done in the aid of testing the award winning elixer of gold. mmm, zero defects, zero resistance to seconds, thirds, fourths. they promptly hide the bread as maddened drooling ensues.

perfection comes at a price but at 30 AUD for 750 mls, it's well worth it. i spend my alcohol money for the week & happily suck it up... and head back over to the potato man.

i am edith massey & those potatoes may as well be eggs. eggs, eggs, EGGS! i love the egg man slash potato man from robertson armed with fifteen different varieties.

a big brown paper bag of kipflers are acquired for 5 bucks & he throws in some purple congos to broaden my horizons. sadly, there's no phone number lying beneath the eyes. only eggs. which is fine.

i use these waxy purple skin honeys in the chargrilled vegetable salad later on with the rest of the hoard & prepare to sleep sated, before preparing to face the week on cabbage soup "dreaming of so many little eggies, and i'm still starving, and i'm going to eat them all before i go to sleepie".

eveleigh markets
243 wilson st
darlington, NSW
[next to carriageworks]