Whenever I'm about to start a new body of work I like to ditch the tripod and wander. See Melbourne town through fresh eyes. Sometimes I'm looking for something in particular, sometimes nothing. I never take my car but I often find myself in a carpark. There's something in that. Don't know what. Yet. Here's a fairly incohesive sample.
I was privileged and honoured to have had an opportunity to shoot inside the Peter MacCallum Victorian Comprehensive Cancer Hospital by McBride Charles Ryan, DesignInc and SilverThomasHanley. This monolithic, organically shaped building sits poetically amongst the English Elm trees at the gateway to Parkville’s medical precinct. Inside the impressive Guggenheim esq, natural light-filled, white atrium is beautifully punctuated with colour, patterns and textures providing endless angles and opportunities for architectural and interiors photography. Here are a few highlights.
I recently came across Ville Radieuse (The Radiant City), an unrealised urban master plan by Le Corbusier, from 1924. His orderly, modernist vision for our future was standardised, symmetrical, included effective transportation, and was balanced with natural elements throughout.
The influence of this proposed urban plan can be seen throughout Melbourne, which is rich in modernist architecture. The balance with the natural element is not so evident, which led me to explore the post modern as well - in hope.
Still no words for Paris. It was autumn, the shadows were looong.
I have no words for Paris. Needless to say, there will be more than one post from Paris. Let's start with the views from Le Tour Eiffel.
Oxford. A famous university city full of elegant, honey coloured buildings and a wonderful place to wander. I was there for less than a day but I could have spent many, exploring the narrow cobbled lanes and charming, bike studded university grounds. Next time.
I can't tell you much about Trapani, except that I had an amazing bombolone alla Nutella at a bustling pasticceria on the way through. Trapani for me was about one thing. The salt flats. And they did not disappoint. Think shallow coastal waters, canals, windmills and mounds of snow-like, freshly harvested salt.
Arriving in Cefalù felt a bit like arriving in the Greek Islands, or maybe it's all in the name. A serene little town sitting pretty between its small bay on the Tyrrhenian Sea and the towering granite mountain of La Rocca.
Cefalù was all about colour for me. From dreamy pastel pinks, yellows and greens to the striking blues of the sky and sea, and its accompanying beach umbrellas.
It didn't steal my heart from Siracusa but a gorgeous little town nevertheless!