Innholdsfortegnelse for May - June 2019 i frankie Magazine

One minute you’re calling someone a ‘scullion’, a ‘rampallian’, and threatening to ‘tickle their catastrophe’ (we have William Shakespeare to thank for that linguistic brilliance – pop by page 38 for more of his ornate insults), and the next you’re expressing your displeasure for a peer with a swiftly typed, "OMG GTFO". But who decides which terms should be banished from the vernacular? And what exactly was their beef with zingers like, “Whatever, Trevor” and, “No shit, Sherlock”? If you ask us, they – along with many others – were prematurely retired. And out of respect for jargon unduly forgotten, we’re on a mission to bring them back to life. So, if you’re curious about the 4-1-1 for this issue, let us just tell you it’s all that and a…

To anyone used to the grey monotony of Christian church construction – a design brief largely unchanged for the better part of a thousand years – it could take a moment to realise that, yes, these are actually churches. Striking pastels, futuristic shapes, garish decorative facades – this is the kind of Christianity you might expect from Mid-century Las Vegas, but it's located, of all places, in Kerala, the southernmost province of India. Photographer Stefanie Zoche first encountered these chapels – which belong to a sect of Catholicism known as the Syro-Malabar Church – while travelling the country with her artistic partner, Sabine Haubitz, in 2006. The German duo’s photographic practice had long been fascinated with the way architecture reflects the lives and identities of those who use it, and…

A few years ago, I had a massive falling out with someone very close to me. I was gutted – I couldn’t eat; didn’t want to leave my bed; and woke every morning dry-heaving into the toilet bowl as I got ready for work. There were regular tears on the phone to my dad, wondering why on earth I was coping so badly. His response? “You can’t help being sensitive.” Of course, I took immediate offence. I’ve always been a sensitive person. I don’t deal well with confrontation or break-ups; I weep while listening to Sigur Rós. And I’m pretty sure my sensitivity plays a part in those punches of belly-gurgling anxiety that hit me when I’m idly lying on the couch on a Sunday afternoon. For a long time,…

“I do desire we may be better strangers.” Origin: Admittedly, this line springs from probably the most well-mannered slanging match in literary history, between leading man Orlando and ‘the melancholy Jaques’ in As You Like It. Use it when: It’s time to give someone the old heave-ho, from a toxic pal to that dude on the bus who sits a little too close and smells like boiled eggs. Insult level: 7/10 “You beetle-headed, flap eared knave!” Origin: In a turn of events familiar to anyone who’s ever worked in hospitality, wealthy jerk Petruchio lays into his servant for accidentally spilling some water in The Taming of the Shrew.Use it when:You want to tell someone they’re a bit of a drongo and make beetles feel self-conscious at the same time. Insult…

Six years ago, about halfway through year 12, I fell asleep at my desk in class. I was tired, but it was a different sort of tired. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, but that afternoon when I got home, I fell asleep while working on something on my laptop. My mum remembers taking a photo and laughing it off – you know, “Typical teenager, too many late nights.” But I stayed like that for about 10 days. I had another episode during exams, but because we didn’t have a name for what was wrong, I couldn’t get any special consideration for my bad marks. I went to a couple of different sleep specialists who did sleep studies on me, then I had an MRI and…

The job of a textile conservator is an amalgamation of science and art. When we conserve something, we’re trying to preserve materials from damage. When we restore, we’re trying to bring textiles back to what they were like at the beginning of their life. I began this career back in 2013. I originally had a degree in textile design and worked as a fashion buyer in the UK, but when I moved to the Gold Coast, I couldn’t find a job in either field. So, I briefly went into medical recruitment – I’m a creative person, though, so sitting at a desk wasn’t for me. Museums are my happy place. I thought, there must be something where I can combine my love of textiles with my love of history. That’s…

SENSILLA Sensilla is the combination of my geeky scientific background and passion for scents. We make hand-poured candles, diffusers, room sprays, natural wax melts, scented crystals and essential oil blends to create a calming sanctuary at home.sensillacandles.com THE LITTLE WALLFLOWER SHOP Handcrafted and designed with love, my minimalist textiles draw on the beauty of the plant world. My signature wall hangings are predominantly made from linen and cotton, and are stitched to order in a variety of sizes to suit your home.littlewallflowershop.etsy.com ALEISA BYFIELD I’m a self-taught ceramic artist from Port Macquarie. I draw most of my inspiration from the imperfections found in nature, applying these often overlooked elements to a range of bowls, platters, jewellery and ceramic art.aleisabyfieldartisan.com ZENTI I’m an illustrator creating decorative art prints, witty greeting cards…

Dear frankie, I wanted to drop you a line to say thank you for the content. I’ve just moved to the desert for a new job, and our one supermarket stocks your magazine. People who live out bush have good taste, it seems. I read every issue outside in my succulent garden and the authentic stories from like-minded folk get me through my week. Georgia x Dear frankie, My 81-year-old grandmother has taught me to keep ‘inspiration books’. She has more than 10 scrapbooks she’s been filling for decades with magazine cut-outs, photos, cards – anything that inspires her artistically. I’ve followed her example and have two of my own, so far. Frankie was an obvious source for these inspirational things, but pretty quickly I realised I was cutting out…

1. GET MY DEGREE IN MENTAL-HEALTH COUNSELLING. I’ve realised over the years that music is therapeutic for me and for fans – I’m able to say what they can’t communicate in their own emotions. It’s made me want to help people express themselves in a more positive way. I have a long way to go – I'm only a second-year student, but I’ve set the bar to get my degree by the age of 50. 2. RETIRE AT A BEACH HOUSE AND OPEN A WINE BAR. It would be like a living room where people watch movies and listen to music. I’d have my whole record collection there and listen to records all day long while I tend to the wine bar, with a bunch of funky wines. I think…

In an essay published towards the end of his life, titled “Speak, Memory”, renowned British neurologist Oliver Sacks describes the shock he felt upon finding out that one of the most vivid memories of his early childhood was false. Sacks remembered a thermite bomb falling behind his house during The Blitz – a German bombing campaign against London during the winter of 1940 and 1941 – and recalled his brother and father using pails of water to try and extinguish the device. But after chatting to an older brother, he realised he hadn’t even been present in London at the time the bomb was dropped. He had constructed the memory from a vividly descriptive letter sent by another brother, who had witnessed the bomb landing. "How could my brother dispute…

A common story about the origin of money – which you might be familiar with if you had a friend in high school who took commerce and wouldn't shut up about it – is that we invented it to get away from bartering. Bartering is swapping one thing for another, like trading a cow for a toilet, and it requires a double coincidence: you have to find someone who wants to get rid of their cow, and that person has to find you, the weirdo with the surplus toilet. Money is said to have come along in order to make getting rid of your extra toilet easier – now you just have to find someone with money, rather than searching high and low for the cow-having toilet-wanter. In the story,…

In my first improv acting class, after the initial awkward introduction games where we tried to learn each other’s names and not be the student who fucks up first, we were asked to complete a nerve-wracking task: for one minute, talk about something you love. Easy, I thought. Be pithy. Share something quirky and relatable. Describe how you love chocolate but have a unique method for eating a Mars Bar. Or how you love being the only person you know who hasn’t pledged allegiance to Game of Thrones. Sparkle! Instead, my good angel tapped me on the shoulder and quietly led me to a more honest, less clichéd approach. Tell them the truth, it intoned. So, I spoke about how I loved that I was at improv level one. That…

My father, Gus Tysoe, was born in 1938 in Worcestershire, England. (He was actually named John Jeremy Tysoe, but took the name Gus when he became an accountant, because he thought his other names were too boring.) In his later years, he became interested in family history, and would spend time pottering around Worcestershire graveyards and record offices, helping people around the world with their family research. My father was also a bit of a hoarder. Before he died, his only request was that we look after three things: his stamp collection, his magazine collection and his cheese label collection. They all took precedence over his cat. I don't remember my dad as a great cheese lover, but I do remember that Saturday evening ‘tea’ in the ’70s and ’80s…

If you’re currently dealing with some serious imposter syndrome, it might reassure you to know that Jenny Lewis – the singer-songwriter and musician who’s spent more than two decades making music – feels much the same way. For critics and fans, the 43-year-old indie idol has done more than enough to confidently claim her space in music. But she’s quick to point out that feeling comfortable in your own skin is a constant process for many women, especially in male-dominated industries. “I feel weird on most days – like a fraud a lot of the time,” she says. “But what do we do? We keep it honest, we lean on our friends, our girlfriends, co-workers and just keep going on. It’s about not letting your self-destructive tendencies come to the…

NORWAY: SEEDS // So, let's say the world has fallen on hard times. Thanks to climate change/nuclear war/meteor strike, our civilisation has been decimated and our ecosystem is an ashy mess. How do we rebuild? Well, first stop would be the Svalbard Global Seed Vault, where an international team of plant biologists has been assembling the world's largest collection of seeds since 2008. Located deep inside a glacial mountain, on a tiny Norwegian island high in the Arctic Circle, the vault has been designed to withstand the kind of catastrophe they warn you about in science fiction – even without any human intervention, most of the seeds stored there could survive for hundreds, if not thousands of years. Currently home to more than 980,000 different types of seed, sourced from…

It’s rare to find someone out there in the modern wilds who you like enough to want to sleep with and hang out with for extended periods of time. The myth of ‘someone for everyone’ is the McDonald’s Sports Encouragement Award for the grown-up world. “Go on, keep on trying, but for now, here’s this vague token of hope.” If you’re lucky enough to find that special someone, you’ve beaten the odds – good job! Alas, you haven’t won the game, though. In love, the real winners are the couples who are not only compatible, but have a hefty chunk of crossover in their interests and tastes. Unlike the rest of us, these miraculous duos don’t spend five hours on a Friday night scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a…

If you think black-and-white films are pretentious… CLERKS (1994) A day in the lives of two employees at a convenience store, and a case study into why Gen X-ers are the way they are, Clerks has all the pretension of a servo meat pie. Shot in black and white because a 23-year-old Kevin Smith couldn’t afford proper lighting, it’s the filmmaking equivalent of a garage band come good. This is Smith’s first film, and he goes in hard on the black (and white) comedy, including a long sequence about necrophilia that has haunted me since I convinced my dad to rent it from the video store at far too young an age. Expect bare-boned, static shots of 20-somethings talking fast about tits, arse and Star Wars. If you’re looking for…

LADY NOOIN IN A SENTENCE: Happiness-inducing bits and bobs to pin onto your jacket, dangle from your earlobes or gift to a friend // WHAT WE SELL: Elegant floral earrings, pop culture-inspired lapel pins and hand-illustrated greeting cards // PRICE POINT: Earrings are $39.95, lapel pins are $19.95 and greeting cards $4.95 // WHAT MAKES THE SHOP SPECIAL: Shop owner Lisa Nooin is an illustrator and graphic designer by trade, and Lady Nooin is her night-time passion project. Her work is a growing exploration of the art and design world // FIND US: Online at ladynooin.com MAILER MCGUIRE KOMBUCHA IN A SENTENCE: Small-batch craft kombucha that’s a healthy, natural and flavourful alternative to alcohol – perfect for an afternoon pick-me-up // WHAT WE SELL: Single fermented bottles of kombucha, brewed…

The winter of 2018 will forever be memorable, because something truly devastating happened: my long-term hairdresser quit her job. I started seeing Libby in 2012, after my hair had suffered some serious trauma (translation: a series of disastrous haircuts). For as long as I can remember, I’ve always asked for the least offensive cut on the menu: a ‘trim’. It’s a fuss-free, don’t-look-twice style that I hope to take to the grave, and Libby just got it straight away. Our monogamous relationship really suited me. I pictured us growing grey together in our senior years, waxing lyrical about the best ways to avoid split ends. But then the news came by group text: “I’m having a baby!” My first thought? Amazing! Incredible! Congratulations! Until it hit me: what about our…

Cheering fans and sweaty athletes aren’t typical of the gallery experience, but when it comes to Meg Wilson’s artistic spectacles, they’re the main event. Depending on the show, you could find an animated Meg at the centre of a crowd; mid-way through running a marathon; bouncing on a hand-woven trampoline; or perhaps even raging at her opponent in a game of squash. The Adelaidean first began getting physical in her art a few years ago, when she found herself discussing the crappy comments she’d received from childhood sports coaches. “Long-distance running was a huge part of my life growing up,” she explains. “But at one point, a coach told me that girls always give up the sport around the age of 14. Then, another told me I wouldn’t be any…

I try not to judge people; I really do. I don’t care if you want to drop out of life and sculpt dildos out of play-doh. Go for it. Here’s my mailing address. However, when it comes to t-shirts, the moment you splash a funny slogan, ironic joke or sexy message across your chest, I’m Supreme Court judgy. It should be apparent to most that plain t-shirts are the only appropriate t-shirts for anyone out of a stroller. OK – the occasional band tee or squiggly design is passable, but proud proclamations of how saucy, zany or fun you are? No, you foxy baby. Please no. First up, the exceptions to my rule, aka times when it’s OK for an adult to have words on their shirt. Say you’re playing…