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April2008

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Nostalgia

In which all that lingers is her scent

Partly inspired by Adrian Veidt’s Nostalgia:

A woman leans against an old stone wall in the cold morning mist. Her head is bent, eyes closed, and with languid limbs she looks like a cat, paused in the act of stretching while asleep. Slowly she opens her eyes and raises her head, peering into the rising sun as it pierces the mist around her. She lifts her hand from her side, holding a near-empty wine glass. She finishes its last mouthful, tightens the scarf around her neck, lifts her handbag to her shoulder. She turns, slowly, toward the camera, and walks off screen.

All we are left with is her scent.

He leans against the carriage door as the train winds its way through the city. Outside is darkness, the occasional light flaring through the windows and bouncing off the breath of the people packed tightly inside. No-one looks at each other; without any real personal space the eyes are that last barrier. But he feels as if he is watched. He sees her then, on the other side of the carriage. The train stops and the doors open and she is gone. It is then he notices her absence.

All he is left with is her scent.

I was brainstorming an ad for a competition they’re running for the Watchmen film, and it became the first of these two. As soon as I work out how to translate “All we are left with is her scent” to the screen, I still want to make this one.

Getting Lost in Victoria

In which I explore Torquay and Melbourne, and attempt to capture some of Victoria with light and glass

Two new photo albums! Torquay (and environs), and Melbourne and Environs.

Split Point Lighthouse, II

Back in early March, Dad’s family (mostly Victorians) took a (Victorian) long-weekend and much of the following week down in Torquay. Being New South Welsh we had to work that Monday, so the plan was just to take Friday off to fly down there and spend Saturday and Sunday with family out at Torquay. But having tripped down to Victoria I felt like taking a little more time, so took another few days off work and spent Monday-Thursday on my own in Melbourne.

Down to the beach, II

Saturday and Sunday were spent relaxing and exploring the coast. I wandered down the cliffs to Jan Juc, and we drove down to Bells Beach and to Airey’s Inlet. Bells is incredible — this beach just carved out of the bottom of a cliff — the beach itself drops into the sea really rapidly.

Entering the city, I

The next few days in Melbourne were my own; Monday was something of a write-off, being a public holiday and in the high thirties, so I explored Crown Casino and took in a movie. Crown is still a modern casino, so some tackiness is unavoidable, but it’s worlds ahead of Sydney’s Star City, which isn’t somewhere I’d want to hang out, ever. The next few days were all coffee, shopping and drinking, a trip to the NGV, and lots of time spent wandering the streets — still my favourite way to get to know a city, and enough to have me fall in love, all over again.

A Strategy to Infiltrate the Homes of the Bourgeoisie

Plenty more photos in the two albums:

photos :: recent albums
photos :: random