Archive | November, 2012

Enter the CBD

30 Nov

There are certain things common to every major city. Tiffany & Co., for example. Street flower sellers, beggars. Public urination.

Yesterday I was greeted with all of these things in Sydney’s CBD (how nice). But I want to know more. I want to get to know Sydney as different from the other cities. And to discover whether I can love this hometown place as much as I do London or New York.

So I’m on the hunt. Searching for the heart of this place, and seeing whether I can give my heart away again, just like I did to NYC a year ago.

First stop: the CBD of SYD. After spending a couple of hours in my Acting Agency (ew), I spent the day in Louis Vuitton, Tiffany’s, buying flowers, admiring Town Hall and eating lots and lots chocolate (at the Lindt Cafe) with my dear friend T.

LV in SYD

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Burbery babin'

Totally groovin' on George St. Is this my token "style photo" of the post? Definitely maybe.

Doggy Dawg in sunnies. Definitely the “style photo” of the post.

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Sydney Town Hall... isn't it just beautiful?

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“A city is the greatest work of art possible” — Lloyd Rees

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It's appropriate that T, an eternal lover of "My Fair Lady", is found by the flower sellers...

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Always a sucker for flowers being sold on the street.

Total sucker for sweet-smelling, pretty things.

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Sugar coma: commence.

Yep, Sydney. I think this is going to be more than a casual fling.

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25 Nov

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First words to a new city

24 Nov

Well hello, Sydney.

Shall we be friends? I would like to be friends.

Even though I was born two hours away from you, I don’t know you as well as I do London or New York. Yes, I am aware that you have been neglected by me, and for this I am sorry.

But let’s remedy that, shall we?

I am about to spend at least three years with you, studying fashion design in one of your most beautiful and interesting suburbs. I want to watch your theatre, trawl through your markets, eat your food, drink your coffee, meet your people. I’ll walk the streets, taking photographs, and convert your sights, sounds and styles into words.

(I think we’re going to be great friends).

Now, let’s have fun! Go!