Photo Friday "Green"
22 May 2005, 09:45
Dewy-eyed Window. Click to enlarge in Gallery

Scenes from Smith Street, Fitzroy
14 May 2005, 18:56
I think it’s fair to say that Smith Street in Fitzroy has long been considered Brunswick Street’s poorer cousin - less hip, less esoterically trendy, fewer night spots and restaurants… but I like Smith Street a lot more… it’s less pretentious, more “real” and many many more photo opportunities.
If you’re ever down that way, check out Shop Sui on Gertrude Street - a little bit of home for the Japanophilically-challenged…
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In other news, I’ve become a part-time grogger (this has absolutely nothing to do with Smith Street).
After the particularly hideous sickness post “Nick’s” party a couple of weeks ago I’m off the demon drink and have turned to the light (read: soft-cock) beer.
It’s now my mission to find the tastiest light beer in Australia. Now, when are they bringing that god-invoking low-alcohol wine over here (and can you actually buy it in Australia yet - anyone know)? God knows we (ahem, I) need it more than they do…
And no, before you (smart - arses) ask, am not up-the-duff. People, please. Just looking after myself and the brains-trust (any more intoxication and my braincell count may very well run to nil)... Wakatta?
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Photo Friday "Space"
13 May 2005, 18:21
Multicultural Melbourne
8 May 2005, 08:59
If there is one thing I love about Melbourne it is the mix of cultures in one relatively small city. Did you know Melbourne has the highest Greek population outside of Athens? True story.
Don’t know much about the “ethnic” mix of the south side of the Yarra (apart from the Jewish quarter down Caulfield way) but north of the river there is a diverse mix of Greek, Italian, Eastern-European, Chinese, Vietnamese, Turkish and Lebanese (and many more), all existing in (apparent) harmony.
At the local fruit and vege market, you’ll hear a plethora of different spoken languages in a half-hour and that’s no exaggeration.
I’m currently reading “A Secret Country” by John Pilger which describes the massive roadblocks (culturally and bureaucratically) immigrants had to and still have to face in coming to Australia, and I hope that the “harmony” I see between cultures when I do my Saturday morning shopping is a true reflection because, fuck, it feels nice.
I like living in a place that offers that diversity (ahem, admittedly because I love the different foods - stomach, sit girl!) and oddly, to be surrounded by languages I don’t understand. I know some people hate it, but I’m really drawn to it.
I went on a photographic hunt yesterday, walking a 2 city block area of the inner north, just to see how many different cultures/languages I could photograph. It made me really look at what was on offer, where before I may have just taken the mix of languages by the side of the road, for granted.
I think I’ll stay, thanks.