There was so much rain this morning as the cold front set in. I opted not to shoot; it was just so damn ugly down the beach this morning with onshore winds and big puddles. The beach is deserted. Wait until the storm passes!
Here are some recent Bondi shots; I take so many, yet few make the blog! This is an archival revival.
Bondi is a crack-up…here’s the local goss:
You can buy a car space in the white units behind Icebergs on Notts for an incredible 1 million dollars. No, not pesos, not rupiah, aussie-D. Ric-Baby, the agent, reckons it will be worth 2 million in 5 years. So, if you need somewhere to park your fluro green Lambo (and tired from block laps), hit up Ric—and come to the gallery after you park. I have a house full of artwork waiting for you.
Some very enterprising honks went to Hawaii, purchased a truckload of Crumbl cookies (apparently, they’re famous cookies), and opened an unofficial pop-up cookie shop at the back of Bondi—for $17.50 each. Yes, not rupiah, not pesos, 17 bangers a cookie. The queue was a kilometre long. The problem was that they were stale by the time they got here, and the Crumbl CEO isn’t happy but is opening a store now (who also claims this isn’t a media stunt). If you’re buying stale cookies for $17.50 – again, please visit our Bondi gallery on Hall Street on your way home.
China Diner has closed, and yet another gym is taking its place – Bondi, the fitness capital of the universe. I’m thinking of putting some dumbbells by our sales counter so you can do some reps when browsing the catalogues in-store.
Until tomorrow, let’s see what the ocean dishes up.
:: uge
