Jessica Stamp’s gallery

Head On opens at Bondi Pavilion in two days and I'm already flat on the floor deep in the program, circling half the exhibitions. My own camera roll is about to feel very amateur next to all that. Come help me narrow the list down?

Big week ahead — the new Powerhouse out in Parramatta opens this weekend, so I'm claiming my spot in the gym first and earning the culture. Shaker's full, playlist's loud. Tell me which exhibition I should hit first?

Cup day priorities are fully sorted — the fascinator went on first, the dress is still hanging on the wardrobe door where I left it. Pick my horse and I'll pick the shoes?

Leg day took everything I had and the gear is coming off one piece at a time on the way to the couch. Sweat, sore legs, zero shame. Keep me company while I pretend to stretch it out?

Sydney Open had me up stairwells and through doors that stay locked all year, and my feet finally filed a complaint on the walk home. This dress gave up somewhere between the door and the lamp. Tell me you'd have kept it on longer?

Maroubra's eco festival sent me home with more seedlings than my balcony can hold, and my dress gave up somewhere on the bus ride back. Still haven't retied it. Help me find room for the last three pots?

Halloween is finally here and the costume's been hanging finished on my door for two days — the hard part is sitting still until dark. Coffee first, trouble after. Tell me what you're dressing as tonight?

Electric Nation has me pinned to the railings at Darling Harbour and the bass isn't letting go. Devil horns on, dress barely cooperating — come dance the last sets with me?

The alarm can wait — the sheets had other plans for me. Come keep me company until then?

Costume prep for the Ghost Festival has stalled at the corset — laces halfway up my back and my arms have officially called it quits. Come finish the job?