Elle Ross


Photography —
  1. Vogue Living
  2. Sugar Prawn
  3. Hard and Soft
  4. An Ode to MP
  5. Luis Barragán   
  6. Present Adolescent 
  7. Common’ Vogue 
  8. Girls
  9. Boys
  10. L.A Girl 

Curation &
Art direction
 
  1. LON Gallery
  2. Prasizzler
  3. Spiritual Nutrition
  4. Asics 
  5. 1800 Honey Fingers 
  6. Private Residence 

Interiors —
  1. Scanlan Theodore
  2. Luna Park
  3. Diner


Mark

4. Vogue Living, Australia 






Vogue Living (February 2018)
Rachael Fry shares her travel diary from
Palm Springs Modernism Week


Rachael Fry, owner of Criteria Collection—Melbourne’s coolest designer furniture store—has shared her photo diary of Modernism Week in Palm Springs. Growing up in the desert Californian city and having an expert eye for design, Fry has tracked down the must-visit places for every nook of the architecturally-significant city. Photographed on film by Elle Ross for Vogue Living.





Mark

4. An Ode to Martin Parr





A homage to Martin Parr, who constantly delights us with his deliciously ugly, delictables.

Chin Chin ‘ol lad.




An ongoing series of food from; Los Angeles, Japan and Melbourne.
Dine in or Take away. 























Mark

2. Sugar Prawn

 

Head of the Table

Mark Chu



Fish heads are precious things. 
Their hidden jewels are had by nimble fingers, careful tongues, and trained intuitions. If you don’t know what you’re doing, forget it. You, your torn throat, and your sorry impacted bowels will wish you’d chosen the path less perilous, as a wailing ambulance rushes you to Emergency.

Practice leads to mastery.
The first step to mastery is respect. The first step to respect is understanding. Next time you’re feasting on whole-cooked fish, open up its steaming head, break it apart, marvel in its architecture. Or buy a decent-sized head to boil hard then dismantle—keep some salt handy for seasoning and sampling. Fishmongers will happily sell you heads for a few coins. Life’s just too short to flinch.

There are many, many bones in a fish head, but they slip apart much easier than fiddly poultry. To eat, clean hands are mandatory, for the skull’s bones are each complex works of art, too embedded for chopsticks, too fragile for a frigid knife and fork. The natural composition of the fish head determines the order in which their parts are had. You begin at the surface, with the collar and cheeks, ending at the brain—a perfect affirmation of love itself. Mother Nature is the master poet who need only ever refer to her own oeuvre; even within the head, she advocate nose-to-tail dining.

The cheeks are the most obvious drawcard, taut and flavorsome, like the oyster of a chicken. Along the clavicle, the fish collar is also prime, delivering rich flesh—especially from yellowtail, a Japanese specialty. Eyes provide tasty jelly (vitreous humor) and fatty chewables (optic nerve tissue) that must be sucked and tongued away from the eye’s shell (iris, cornea) and pit (lens)—but only if sucked and tongued with the mightiest pleasure! Atop the skull lies a fe tasty braids of muscle, the tongue is worth a bite, and swimming throughout the head is much fat and gelatinous tissue. For this unctuous delicacy, fish head aficionados go weak. To the Western palette, such profound wobbliness can prove challenging—which makes it the perfect natural emulsifier and depth-enhancer for seafood soups.

An edible pearl, the fish brain is protected by a capable skull. Careful teeth are required to crack this spiked shield, or the back of a spoon. Naked, the brain is ever creamy, ever delicate, madly succulent. Its subtlety compares to unseasoned mousse of foie gras, though far leaner. Its aesthetic attributes—slight, pale, hidden—provoke the swooning romance of luxury. Its rarity justifies its darling. And—it should not be underestimated—humankind owes a great deal of gratitude to the fish’s brain. Without its modest capacity, all those caught fish might have cunningly resisted many more of our lines dropped and our wide nets cast.

Besides bolstering the male ego, there are only strong motivations for eating fish heads—for health, for economy, for environment. The United Nations agree. Gastronomically, fish head are tasty because of the higher amount of fat and bones, and the rigor of the muscles, but as with fish themselves, not all fish heads are created equal. Generally speaking, the stronger the flavor of the fillet—mackerel—the more intense the fish head. Fatty fish have fatty heads—salmon—so enjoy grilling. Flat fish have nearly no head to speak of. As with other offal, only fresh, well-stored, well-bled produce will do. Shark, orange roughy, swordfish and some tuna heads may contain high mercury levels. Best avoid. Gills are inedible by the same logic of displeasure which rules out scales.
Pungent flavors are best balanced with punchy counterweights. Generous aromatics imbue freshness—ginger, spring onion, coriander. South-East-Asian flavors marry well with fish head—lemongrass, lime zest. So too, chillies and from other continents and their derivatives—cayenne, smoked paprika, habenero. Asian preserves and sauces can round of any inherent potency—rice vinegar, soy sauce, black beans, Chinese pickles, even curry—and always season with authority when cooking fish heads.
Intense alcohol suits intense foods. In the case of fish heads, something sharp and heavy, like Moutai. The drunk never swallows a fish’s bones.













Mark

3. Hard and soft




 
Hard and Soft was a formitive experinece for me, it meant leaving my home of 23 years. These pictures are of my time living in New York, and travellling the states surrounding. Each picture depicts an aspect of something or someone that is tough, but squishy. 




This was on-going theme that I explored, purposefully and accidentally through images. The juxtaposition of hard and soft in each picture is something I really struggled with... Each object or person photographed has a story, and for me these are stories of wealth, ego, insecurities, innocence, pain and kindess. America by defintion is hard, yet soft (to me) and I wanted to try and convey these conflicting perceptions and multifaceted emotions.  




















Mark

10. L.A Girl




I haven’t always liked Los Angeles. I despised it at first. I would spend hours bitching to like minded New Yorkers, whomst like me, had a general disdain for the place. I complained that nothing was real, everyone was fake and that it was a barron wasteland that lacked true grit. 
But after a gloomy winter spent in a rat infested 5 floor walk up in Brooklyn, I was starting to look forward to my stint in Los Angeles. I arrived and found a new sense of freedom — Blue skies, big signs, cinematic freeways and untouched retro diners. I came to love the strange severity of the place, the flat ness of it all. How everything always felt a bit not quite right, a bit ‘skewiff’ and dated. Since that formative trip I have been back every year — photographing the strange and wonderful and medicore idiosyncracities of L.A















Mark