I’m still in Melbourne. In a different house. In a hipster part of town. Ironic spectacles are a big deal around here.
I’m finding it difficult to process winter without the trade off of Christmas. You know how, back in the north, we put up with the cold, the rain, the wind of winter because we know some fat bearded dude in a red suit is gonna come round towards the end of December. We can party hard and get presents and wear copious amounts of glitter. And that makes the shite that comes beforehand bearable. Slightly.
I don’t know how these Aussies do it. Granted, the weather isn’t as awful as at home but it’s still dark, cold and rainy. And generally depressing. And there’s nothing to look forward to apart from the weather getting warmer. Which won’t happen until September. I’m getting myself through this time of hardship by planning my East Coast trip. Where I shall go sailing on the Whitsundays, hiking in the rainforest, white-water rafting….in a river, I suppose. All while cultivating a slightly less pale colour of skin.
I took a little stroll down to the city this afternoon with my camera. I’m in no way talented at taking photos, mind you.
Curzon Street, North Melbourne
I love the houses around the ‘burbs here. It makes me feel like I’m in a Western. Old, latticed woodwork and balconies and porches.
Victoria Street, North Melbourne
Your average medical centre, North Melbourne
My hairdresser, not an old-timey saloon from the Wild West.
Another fancy doctors on Victoria Street
Flinders Street Station is amazing. It reminds me of a giant cake.
First, some of my amateur as hell photos
The view from Elizabeth Street
Can you see the cake comparison? Anyone?
Like a weird Battenburg.
Courtesy of davidwallphoto.com
Ah it looks lovely all lit up like that.
I took a few more snaps on my stroll….which don’t fit into any category…here they are.
Degreaves Street
The Block Arcade, Collins Street...and some dude's face getting all up in my shot.
Questionable racist doll display
Mini toys. Forgot to take a picture of the mini racist dolls.
I don't know who any of these artists are but I want to go based purely on the awesome poster
Non-racist dolls
If you're called Emma or Caleb, this is your shout out.
And that was my stroll downtown.
