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Lately on Broadsheet II

November 6, 2013 in Photo Post | 6 comments

I promised myself I would avoid another “clip show” like post, however, my kitchen is being renovated therefore I have no means of cooking outside of a microwave and I wish to #post some #content. I’ve found myself taking less and less food photos these days, which is cool, a good photographer should be a Jack of Many Trades so it’s nice to learn-by-doing taking photos of nice spaces and friendly heads. The word “food” still hangs in the header of this humble website however so I’ve collected most food-related photos from good times recently at Broadsheet Sydney.

Although I don’t have any life-changing advice, my one take away from the past few months is simple (and a bit horrible); there is no greater feel than walking straight to the front of the mammoth line at Mamak in Haymarket. Sorry about that everyone. I’ve never felt more important in my entire life.

Black Star Pastry, Newtown

Hartsyard, Enmore

Simon Said Providores

Nomad Restaurant, Surry Hills

The Cow and The Moon, Enmore

Miss Peaches Soul Food Kitchen, Newtown

The Clubhouse, Rosebery

Earl’s Juke Joint, Enmore

In The Annex, Forest Lodge

Hello Sailor, Darlinghurst

Suzy Spoon’s Vegetarian Butcher, Newtown

Ombretta, Glebe

Kitchen by Mike, Rosebery

The Henson, Marrickville

The Dip, Sydney CBD

Glicks, Bondi

Mamak Village, Glebe

Bourke Street Bakery, Marrickville

Belle Fleur Fine Chocolates, Stanmore

Gelato Messina, Bondi

Soda Pony, Enmore

Mamak, Sydney CBD

Upstairs at The Bank, Newtown

The Cook House, Randwick

Noble Canteen, Sydney CBD

Little Mule, Stanmore

Bread and Circus, Alexandria

Hollywood and Vine, Surry Hills

The Counter, Petersham

A Vinous Nomad in Surry Hills
In The Club
Gelato Messina Opens By The Sea
A Better Birthday Cake By Hartsyard
A Day in the Life of Belle Fleur Chocolates
Hiding Out In The Annex
A Farmhouse in a Factory

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Peanut Butter Desserts of Sydney

August 8, 2013 in Outings, Photo Post, Thoughts | 12 comments

For whatever reason I never considered posting a whole lot of “work” photos here, y’know, alanabread is all about my food, man. HAHAHAHA, forget that; other people make food a whole lot better than me in spaces far nicer than mine so prepare for a new assault of on-the-job snaps. I’m sure some cafe name dropping won’t go astray for my horrendous SEO either. No, really, I clearly have no understanding of how to make a blog good and accessible to the masses so I’m remedying this with an onslaught of food photos. It’s all I know. This may also be a good time to mention my rarely talked about portfolio site alanadimou.com, check it out (please), hire me (PLEASE).

Speaking of food photos, a little story. Around a month ago I was shooting a Glebe feature for work in a rather narrow little cafe. Space was tight and light was plentiful so I ditched the tripod a crouched before the mighty sandwich for a sweet snap, keeping space clear for potential pedestrians (though when I say crouched I actually mean awkwardly leaning with my arse sticking out). A couple of minutes had passed, I was concentrating on capturing the essence of the sambo until I heard the undeniable artificial shutter snap of a phone photo being taken. I looked up to find a smarmy looking girl, phone in hand, pointed right at me, refusing to make eye contact. A little confused I scanned around the corridor cafe and nobody was nearby; we were the only people in the room. Did… did she just take a photo to poke fun at was I was doing? Was my arse just snapchatted to a plethora of smug chumps? Was I captured alongside a hilarious #hashtag? Am I floating around on instagram somewhere (“LOL FOODIES HAHAHAH”)? Was she jealous of the free pulled-pork sandwich I was just offered?! It honestly didn’t bother me at the time but the more I think about it now the more baffled I am. Paying out people who take photos of food is unedgy, so 2011. Poor form, bad vogue, so if you were trying to make a joke out of me that wasn’t very #relevant. But congratulations, you successfully trolled me in retrospect, I’m now more self-conscious than ever. I’ll never take photos naked (sans sturdy tripod) again, it’s my humiliation salvation…. either that or I’ll be a strong girl and keep these sentiments in mind. Yeah, let’s stick with the latter.

Back to peanut butter chat. I was made for this assignment. Like, if the good lord put me on earth to do one thing it was to shoot this story; Peanut Buttered (here’s the entire article by Alecia Wood). If you saw me heaving around the inner-west streets of Sydney recently this is why. Peanut butter is in my veins. After this week I may need to get into this #clean #eating thing. Enjoy the PB assault, quinoa eating bastards turn away now please.

Devon Cafe - Little Lost Brioche
Devon Cafe – Little Lost Brioche