Melbourne is like a shiny new toy to me. You know the feeling of buying something… A jacket or a coat; one of the same colour and the same fit but all because it is new, when you put it on you never want to take it off. That Melbourne to me. I’ve only ever been here once yet I feel when I first come here when I was all of 15 I had the innate connection to the city. I’ve always strived to be creative yet hold a business mind to most of the things that I do, and it escapes me how my feeling, emotions, habits, and hobbies, can be created in to a city. Sitting on our penthouse balcony (trust me it’s not mine) with a jacket and track pants on looking at the cars of the motorway past I freeze, yet refuse to write this entry inside with the heater on and Fight Club playing in the background.
The sounds of the streets continue to move and the people as well. Glancing up to the building across from us a guy has come home from work is half-naked, while the woman two floors up showers nude with her blinds wide open; and so I sit with my laptop on my lap looking over the city that feels like home. Walking around the city at dawn I got 3 coffees and by the state of my stomach afterwards, none of them were on skim. Finding my new breakfast spot by the water, it amused me how I could sit in between a businessman and an architect while being across from bike track people use to get to and from work. All three worlds met at a point and here I am embracing it all on an experience by myself where no one could bother me what so ever.
Melbourne’s creative outlet is something to explore; wandering through back allies and laneways looking eclectic pieces of art around the city. Post ups, free hands, and stencils were on every corner and flat surface found around the city. I felt like a tourist in my own country. I walked in circles and seemed to not mind coming across the same cafes, the same art, the same allies, and the same stores, over and over again. Stretching myself by foot from one end of the city to the other although I saw the same stores as in Sydney, there was something about them that stood out even more than usual. First of all H&M in Sydney has just been established and by ear from what I could tell it wasn’t a true representation of the internationally recognised fashion retail. The white walls and marble floors of Melbourne juxtaposes the reflective stained surfaces Sydney offers. It was actually quite questionable as to why with Melbourne’s freezing weather (note: which I don’t mind) they have integrated their shopping experiences with a more en plein air approach.
Whether it is just me but I have honestly never seen so many higher end “underground” fashion stores so close together in Sydney. A.P.C, Acne Studios, and other resellers, that made their way on to the corners of Melbourne QV.
I also come across this photography store Michaels where if I had money (which I don’t at the moment) I would blow in an instant over photography gear. This paragraph in itself explains the lacking amount of figures in my bank account. Photography, and fashion. But then again you probably wouldn’t mind that considering your probably here to see one or the other. Besides the fact that I have now moved inside due to I’m sure to be minor frost bite on my right foot and
lower back today was an adventure in itself. It’s crazy because as much as I would have loved to share such and experience with someone as I wonder through the streets of Melbourne with nothing but the words of locals and traffic lights that dictate which road I cross next, doing it alone held a sense of tranquility. It’s funny how I can be so extroverted yet feel the best sometimes when I’m alone and in my own little world wandering through alleys and crossing streets, while dodging traffic (human and vehicular) to find that one spot to capture that one image that I thrive to capture each and every day.
Photography – Tyson Kini