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Sasha Gattermayr

A Seat At The Table

Emma Creasey paints the way most people cook. Where we might test out ingredients, tasting as we go and adjusting the recipe to suit our tastebuds, she mixes colours, settings and objects to create scenes loaded with atmosphere.

People gathered at a table under a tree

Making, Feeling

Abruzzo is where Montepulciano came from. That's the only thing I knew of the region before I arrived in it, in Giuliano Teatino, two and a half hours from Rome. I’d come for an artist residency run out of a house in the Tuscan hills.

A woman with dark hair in a blue shirt cooking in a cosy kitchen

No Penne

Every day, around 4pm at Etta, a restaurant nestled in the busy Brunswick East end of Lygon Street, you may catch a glimpse of us - the chefs, waiters, bartenders and sommeliers – having our staff dinner. The restaurant is open, mind you, and diners are ushered quickly past our marble kitchen pass on the way to their tables. Their path takes them right past the stack of mismatched bowls piled high with our staff dinner, that they look at with confused expressions on their faces. ‘Is that on the menu? I didn’t see that on the menu online.’

A woman inside a greenhouse

Sasha Gattermayr

Winters of Content

At the end of a gravel driveway on the crest of a hill sits a bluestone farmhouse overlooked by the most enormous eucalyptus this writer has ever seen. Chickens, geese and cats roam freely. A dark, glittering dam pools at the bottom of the rolling green hill. A kangaroo ambles lazily across the grass in the distance.

Two people sitting in front of a pink sheet

A Food Heritage Marked with Magic

It starts to feel like tea time. We are in the late afternoon of a scorching October day, which is common on this side of the Mediterranean Sea.