Category: Visual Diary

There’s something oddly disconcerting about walking through a place from an earlier time: spaces seem smaller, objects misshappen and the landscape imbued with layered meanings, whose assumptions of memory are violently rehewn by the experiences of the present. Read more →

Bike ride at the beach on a windless February afternoon. Read more →

Peeling aside the blinds at dinner with friends in Chinatown reveals this dimly-lit alley off Little Bourke Street. Read more →

A student’s locker at Wesley College, recently repainted by the look of it. Read more →