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 <∞>



What this photograph tells me is that sometimes you need to look at things from a different angle… Because I walk past this building pretty much daily. It’s got a very unimpressive, unmemorable façade at street level. It’s an office block with a café next to the entrance and reception – cafés are seemingly ubiquitous in office towers these days – neither building nor café seems special. I always think how glad I am not to work in it. Mind you, there’s probably nothing wrong at all with this building – I simply prefer the one I work in.

It looks good from this angle, though… And now I wonder, surely there must be pretty good views from the higher floors…

That’s me, always in search of a view.


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



I’ve been watching a building opposite my workplace go up for the last year and a half, maybe longer. Slowly, it’s been becoming more than just a steel and glass shell. There are plants on both terraces now, and I see that there are partitions being installed and the furniture has begun to dot the otherwise empty floor spaces.

Some days, I’ve arrived in the morning to find the roads around the building blocked off and massive steel cables stretching from all corners of the building and seemingly giant things being hoisted upwards.

I wonder how much longer. How many tenants will move in? Will the Lord Mayor or some other dignitary turn up to officially open the building? And I wonder if anyone has died on the worksite.

I’m not sure that’s a natural/normal train of thought, but whenever I see a young lad walking out of the site in his blazingly orange construction gear and hard hat, I have to stop myself from saying “Be careful today.”


Listening: Higher Than The Sun by Peace


brick boxes

I am aware that of late I have been posting pics of bricks, mainly. When one lives in the city, it’s hard to escape the brick boxes, so much so that one ends up becoming somewhat obsessed, in fact, by the shapes and structures, singly or seen in a huddle. If it weren’t for my fear of heights, I’m sure I’d be one of those abseiling window-washers already.


For the longest time, I used to be self-conscious about putting on lipstick in front of a mirror when in a public restroom. I used to wonder how other women could just slap it on, carefree and easy, in the presence of others. I’d put on my lippie while still in the cubicle, even when I didn’t always have a [hand] mirror – I guess it explains how I’m now quite good at staying ‘within the lines’ sans the aid of a reflective surface.

Taking photos is another such thing; photography in public makes me self-conscious, the way lipstick used to do. I’ve walked away many a time from something I’ve wanted to capture because someone else was there. (And then gone back later, hoping for a private minute or two. Sometimes succeeding, sometimes not.)

Like yesterday, when I found myself at Bond One, 20 Windmill Street in Sydney. I was drawn to the art on the wall outside as I tend to be of lots of indigenous art, and especially the black-and-white ones. As I took the shot, a man emerged through the glass door on the side – the after hours entrance – I hadn’t noticed him earlier. Ah, here it was again, the cloud of embarrassment descended, and I almost felt like apologising for being caught photographing a wall. He glanced at me. I began to walk away, pretending to look at something on my phone.

Which is the reason why I don’t know the title of the piece – didn’t check the wall for a plaque or information on the piece. But I do know it’s by Dorothy Napangardi because someone on Instagram told me so.