NYC specimens

I may be here, but my head is still in New York amongst its tall magnificent structures. I was that annoying person who halted every two minutes to capture yet another of Manhattan’s finest with my iPhone 5. I couldn’t get enough of them. Old, new, Art Deco, 70s, amazing, ugly less so.

It’s a strange thing really, this fixation with bricks and mortar, glass and steel. The shapes they make against the sky, reaching, towering.

Urban beauty.

NYC specimens 2


Gilbert (Court), I presume

Another glass-and-steel specimen from Melbourne. I think this one is called Gilbert Court. (Truthfully, I’m not 100% sure that it is – I’d be happy to be corrected by any Melbournians.)

This one must’ve been designed by one of those guys who only uses gridlined paper – for everything, even his shopping lists.

I could’ve sworn there was someone cleaning one of the windows – inside looking out – when I took the shot, but I can’t see her now. Camera-shy, maybe.


Listening: Emit Remmus by Red Hot Chili Peppers



This time last week, we were heading from Melbourne airport to the city and our route took us through Carlton, right by this strange and unusual structure. If I hadn’t been in a taxi at the time, I would surely have taken multiple shots of PIXEL. You should’ve seen me scrambling to activate the camera on the iPhone in the half-minute or so that was the period of time we were stopped at the lights. “Stay red, stay red!” the thought repeated itself in my head as I jabbed the tightly gripped device out the car window. One shot was all I got.

Some buildings really make you look twice, don’t they? It was like when I saw the Palace Electric the prior weekend…

I like it mainly because it’s so odd. I’ve never seen another like it. But it’s a little on the crazy side, which for archiporn purists might be just a little bit too much, ugly even. But if the objective was to turn heads, then I think Mission Accomplished.

It makes me think of pieces of paper, cut into random shapes… Kind of like crude confetti. What about you? Any strong feelings for or against?


Listening: Heaven’s Got A Dress Code by The Chemist


You’d be forgiven if you had expected the post following the previous one to be about lunch or something food-related…

I tried, but I couldn’t. I’m always distracted by a gorgeous building.


And while you’re at it, put away all your “Got wood?” jokes, please. (I succumbed at least twice in quick succession over the weekend. Yes, I am  truly that juvenile sometimes.)

wooden wonder

Seriously, though? The NewActon building was at the end of Edinburgh Avenue (which is where our boutique hotel was located) so it was inevitable that I would stumble upon it. From what I could see, it was a commercial and residential building, and home to Palace Cinema‘s Canberra theatre.

NewActon again

 Oddly, the other side of the building precinct was quite different. Besides being curvy and more of glass and steel, it was also unfinished…

Later on Saturday night, as we headed to our dinner venue, the taxi driver mentioned that the builder had gone bankrupt and it was unclear quite how or when the building would be finished. I’m not sure how true that was because I didn’t find anything much when I googled the next day, but it made for a semi-interesting anecdote of sorts nonetheless. (If anyone can confirm or deny the above, I’d love to hear from you!)

NewActon third time lucky

The Bestie deserved an award for letting me do the circle-and-snap on Saturday afternoon, and then again on Sunday morning before we left. I guess he knows me well enough to know that resistance was futile. Especially where something so distinctive was concerned. Even in its unfinished state, I say it still qualifies as ‘archiporn’. I hope it gets finished soon.


Listening: The Love Song by Marilyn Manson <∞>


up close

Two days ago, I found myself wandering around the Sydney Opera House, darting my way around the swarms of mostly Chinese tourists and pigeons. It was a bright sunny morning but my ears smarted from the sharp cold wind.

I must confess that it had been a long time since I’d been so close to the Opera House. I take enough photos of the thing, but you know what it’s like, right? So often, the things that you live with are the ones you take for granted. You forget that they’re there. Really there. Even the big, iconic ones.

And so I ended up wandering around – quite literally – the tiled structure for the best part of an hour, marvelling at the shape and size – the curves!

It was quite refreshing really – in more ways than one. Oh, I should explore more often.

there she is