"Life can be so gray, and art gives it a touch of something else." -- Marina Abramović // iP7+ & FujiX100t
#Melbourne was one of the more unexpectedly admirable cities in the world. I found it to be busy but not too much so. And cultured but not vain. And charming for its bay and its piers and boats and palm-lined beaches. There's little I can truly know from being there for only five days, but I'd go back. I will go back.
In 1990, the movie Russia House premiered telling the story of a Soviet physicist (Sean Connery) wanting to share nuclear secrets with the West in the Glastnost era in hopes of reducing the arms race that existed at the time. I really liked the movie, but I was especially caught by Connery's summer home and the scenes throughout Lisbon. It's so strange how the littlest things can stay with a person... towards the end of the movie we watch a conversation at this very spot, looking on this very scene. I've pictured it way back in my brain for 27 years. I went to coastal Portugal on vacation a decade ago and enjoyed so much of the history and beauty. But I'd always wanted to see Lisbon. So I went. And I accidentally found myself at that spot in the movie. This view. And it was almost exactly the same as I imagined it. And so much more. Curious how two minutes in one movie years ago made such an impact but it did.
Jørn Utzon, 1973. "Though the shells appear uniformly white from a distance, they actually feature a subtle chevron pattern composed of 1,056,006 tiles in two colours: glossy white and matte cream." The tiles are stoneware-- not at all what I imagined and yet even more unique.
I got lost in Shinjuku and my only regret is that I found my way out.
The incredible and altogether everyday ferry from Kurraba Point Wharf to Circular Quay at 6:30pm Wednesday.