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ISSUE 3)Into the
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FROM THE EDITOR
It is April and its getting cold. The leaves are falling for me to step on, and the chill is hovering in the air. I have always wished we could use the American term for autumn, fall. Because that is what I do each autumn. I fall in love with the colour. I fall in love with wearing long sleeves. I fall in love with those odd days of warmth that seem to be running away from the approaching winter. But basically I fall in love with Ballarat all over again. So this issue, I wrote you a letter Ballarat. I hope it reaches you happy and well. Cat WOOD
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COVERMODEL Selwyn MacakPHOTOGRAPHER Sonia MacakLOCATION Bohemian Secret studio
4 An Open Love Letter to Ballarat6 Colodion Photography8 Waubra Tales9 Up & Coming Muso10 ???12 Up & Coming Designer Series14 Small Business Reviews15 Roller Derby interview16 Chronic Man17 The Art of Op Shopping18 Feature Artwork of the Month20 Poets Corner21 Dancing a go go 22 What Im Cooking Today 23 Local Venue - About Portico
Sonia MACAKSam BROWNSarah HIRSTRob BARONChayna JACKSON-WRIGHTLeo C.Nathan CURNOW
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When speaking to people who have lived in Ballarat and have since moved away, they are often reluctant to talk about their time here. With an embarrassed grimace and a shrug of their shoulders, they answer questions about their hometown with Oh, just Ballarat. Ballarat, you are not deserving of the title just. You are rich in colour and wonder, in art, in food and especially in history.
These people who have lived here then cast Ballarat off with never a second thought must have lived boring, lonely lives here. They have probably never known the joy that is a basket of soy nuggets at Chat For Tea on a Friday night. They may never have sat in the sun outside LEspresso, sipping a deliciously
smooth latte. They most likely never saw an exhibition upstairs at the Red Brick Gallery. They wouldnt have climbed into drains to look at the words that live beneath the streets.
Ballarat, I will admit that when the time came to decide where to study, I chose you over the fact that I would more likely get stabbed in Frankston or St Albans. However, I was despondent, because I believed you not to be big enough, not sophisticated enough, not Melbourne enough for me. Ballarat, I was wrong and for this I apologise profusely. Because I have now fallen in love with this old city, the places it holds and the people that dwell here.
YOU ARE RICH IN COLOUR AND WONDER, IN ART, IN FOOD AND ESPECIALLY IN HISTORY.
I love the Ballarat Book Bazaar and the collection of second hand classics in the back corner, lled with the names of those that once owned these books before me. I love buying old records at Rediscovery and listening to St Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band for hours, marveling at how it only cost me $5 and a conversation. I love loading my friends into the car and eating olives and cheese under the trees on an old rug. I love chips and gravy from the Gravy Spot when I am going home after drinks. I love seeing a movie in cinema number 1 at the Regent Cinema its so grand and is exactly how the theatre should be.
I adore going for walks and getting lost in my surroundings, a tangle of old and new that is unique to one of the oldest towns in this ne country. I love that we live in a city that was once brimming with gold. I love marching up to a band after they have played at Karova and having the opportunity to talk to them. I love planning my trips to the supermarket to coincide with my friends shifts so I have someone to talk to whilst my items are scanned. I love my neighbor, who plays Whitney Houston cds at full volume at 11 oclock at night.
JeTaime Eclectic Tastes and their dumplings, and childrens books for menus. I love hearing the whistle of the steam train at Sovereign Hill while Im lying on my bed, reading. I love driving through the Avenue of Honor at night. I love taxi drivers who give you advice and turn off the meter long before youre home. I love curling under my covers in the dead of winter, and feeling warmer than I ever have.
Basically Ballarat, Im trying to say that I fucking love you. And some days, I kinda feel like you love me back. By Cat Wood