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Otago Daily Times
5 days ago
- Entertainment
- Otago Daily Times
Antarctic showcased
A curious seal comes up for air at a research point featured in the NZAS Antarctic Film Festival, coming to Balclutha next week. PHOTO: SUPPLIED The latest antarctic adventures can be experienced in comfort at the New Zealand Antarctic Society (NZAS) Film Festival in Balclutha for one night only. From 6.30pm on Tuesday, August 19, Clutha District War Memorial and Community Centre's Riviera Cinema will host a series of short films showcasing the beauty, science, and charm of life on the ice, curated by award-winning film-maker Anthony Powell. The 110-minute programme will blend documentaries with inventive short films from the Antarctica 48-Hour Film Challenge, and will also feature a spoken presentation by Max Quinn on his Emperor Penguin expedition. Doors open at 6pm; bookings and more information can be found at their website.
Otago Daily Times
09-08-2025
- Entertainment
- Otago Daily Times
Festival captures heart of Antarctic
A pair of Emperor penguins in Antarctica. Photo: Anthony Powell/Antzworks Stunning documentary footage from the heart of Antarctica, highlighting its stark beauty, inhabitants and the effects of climate change will feature in the upcoming Antarctic Film Festival. Presented by the New Zealand Antarctic Society, the selection of short films curated by award-winning filmmaker Anthony Powell, will be screened in Dunedin on Sunday, August 17, from 6.30pm at Te Whare o Rukutia, 20 Princes St. The event will include introductions and a Q&A session. New Zealand Antarctic Society president Hubertien Wichers said the engaging programme brought together stunning images of the frozen continent captured by entrants in the Winter International Film Festival of Antarctica 48-Hour Challenge — an annual showcase of creativity and resilience from those who "winter-over" on the ice. Before the screening, Emeritus Professor Pat Langhorne of the University of Otago will speak about her journey from Scotland to New Zealand and her passion for sea ice, which is key to understanding how the world works. Prof Langhorne is one of three women featured in the recently released documentary Mighty Indeed by Vanessa Wells. Ms Wichers said the Antarctic Film Festival aimed to bring Antarctica "to the people of New Zealand, through science, art, humour and personal connection". "The tour has been very successful, inspiring audiences and connecting the local community through Antarctica. "But the serious aspect is to raise awareness about the role Antarctica plays in our climate. "Antarctica tells us about the history of the planet, the changes that are going on and what the future may hold for us and the next generations," she said. Founded in 1933, the New Zealand Antarctic Society connects people with a shared passion for Antarctica through education, outreach, events and its publication Antarctic. For more information, visit the website
Sydney Morning Herald
09-05-2025
- Health
- Sydney Morning Herald
At 66, I've finally declared war on my wrinkles
At age 66, I've finally succumbed to face cream. I bought it at the chemist at the ridiculous price of $27.95 for a tiny jar. It's imported from Switzerland and promises to 'remove wrinkles'. Inspired by time-honoured male wisdom, I quickly decided that since a tiny amount is said to benefit the skin, giant handfuls of the stuff will be even more advantageous. Which is why I now start every morning looking like Marcel Marceau. Why has vanity suddenly overtaken me? I have never previously taken any trouble over my appearance. Up to now, I've been influenced by that lovely chunk of wisdom from Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time, warning against 'the awful fate of the man who always knows the right clothes to wear and the right shop to buy them at'. I've worn torn jeans, rock T-shirts from before Midnight Oil was famous, and assorted shirts from that well-known businessman's accoutre-rer, Harris Scarfe Ulladulla. I have jumpers with 'built-in air-conditioning', my name for the holes that decorate both front and back, and shorts that could easily lead to a charge of public indecency. And yet, here I am, slathering my cracked skin with face cream, offering particularly copious offerings to a section, just below my right eye, which has developed a large vertical gully, much like you'd see in a poorly farmed Western Australian wheat field. In my anxiety, I'm reminded of a famous quote from George Orwell. 'At 50,' he wrote, 'everyone has the face he deserves.' I first read this when I was 15 and happily imagined the face I'd have 35 years later – one marked by a lifetime of laughter, with a sunburst of lines radiating from my mouth, and some crinkled kindness around the eyes. Not a bit of it. At 66, it's just cruel thin lips, a forehead that's had a plough through it, and this unexpected outbreak of cheek-based erosion. And so I slather on the expensive cream, a tightwad appalled by his own extravagance, as well as by his own tiresome vanity. 'You are a terrible person,' I say to my mirrored image, as I scoop out another over-priced handful.
The Age
09-05-2025
- Health
- The Age
At 66, I've finally declared war on my wrinkles
At age 66, I've finally succumbed to face cream. I bought it at the chemist at the ridiculous price of $27.95 for a tiny jar. It's imported from Switzerland and promises to 'remove wrinkles'. Inspired by time-honoured male wisdom, I quickly decided that since a tiny amount is said to benefit the skin, giant handfuls of the stuff will be even more advantageous. Which is why I now start every morning looking like Marcel Marceau. Why has vanity suddenly overtaken me? I have never previously taken any trouble over my appearance. Up to now, I've been influenced by that lovely chunk of wisdom from Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time, warning against 'the awful fate of the man who always knows the right clothes to wear and the right shop to buy them at'. I've worn torn jeans, rock T-shirts from before Midnight Oil was famous, and assorted shirts from that well-known businessman's accoutre-rer, Harris Scarfe Ulladulla. I have jumpers with 'built-in air-conditioning', my name for the holes that decorate both front and back, and shorts that could easily lead to a charge of public indecency. And yet, here I am, slathering my cracked skin with face cream, offering particularly copious offerings to a section, just below my right eye, which has developed a large vertical gully, much like you'd see in a poorly farmed Western Australian wheat field. In my anxiety, I'm reminded of a famous quote from George Orwell. 'At 50,' he wrote, 'everyone has the face he deserves.' I first read this when I was 15 and happily imagined the face I'd have 35 years later – one marked by a lifetime of laughter, with a sunburst of lines radiating from my mouth, and some crinkled kindness around the eyes. Not a bit of it. At 66, it's just cruel thin lips, a forehead that's had a plough through it, and this unexpected outbreak of cheek-based erosion. And so I slather on the expensive cream, a tightwad appalled by his own extravagance, as well as by his own tiresome vanity. 'You are a terrible person,' I say to my mirrored image, as I scoop out another over-priced handful.
Daily Mail
24-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
Which 3 books leave Reeta Chakrabarti cold?
What Book ... ... are you reading now? I HAVE just finished I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman, which is one of the most extraordinary novels I've ever read. It was published in the mid-1990s, but is now being rediscovered – my daughter and her friend read it, and passed it on to me. Thirty-nine women and one female child live in a cage for as long as the child can remember, kept imprisoned by male guards. One day there is a sudden commotion and the men flee, leaving the cage open. What ensues is devastating and impenetrable. I hope someone explains it to me one day. ...would you take to a desert island? Impossible to imagine having only one book, but given that I would at last have the luxury of many hours with nothing to do, let me cheat and take a series. Anthony Powell's A Dance To The Music Of Time is a 12-parter – I got halfway through it some years back. When I was much younger and more energetic I also got halfway through Marcel Proust's In Search Of Lost Time. I can see a theme emerging here, to do with time and halfway through. ...first gave you the reading bug? Like all children of my vintage, I read a lot of Enid Blyton and Louisa May Alcott. But the first 'proper' book was Jane Eyre, which fell into my hands when I was eight, probably because Bronte was next to Blyton in the library. I don't know what I made of the romance or of the mad woman in the attic, but I was gripped by the cruelty meted out to young Jane by her cold-hearted aunt, and the deprivations she suffers at Lowood school. I have been a reader ever since. ... left you cold? I HAVE never got beyond the first page of Moby Dick. I am assured that a treat awaits me if I persevere, so one day perhaps I will. I struggle with Virginia Woolf and feel guilty, as she's the sort of author I ought to like in principle. I am a huge fan of Kazuo Ishiguro but had to plod my way through The Buried Giant. And while I read Ulysses once for my literature degree, I am very unlikely ever to pick it up again. (I hope my husband doesn't see this, he loves it…)
