Melbourne is a curious mix of funky street colour, European alleyways and classy boutiques. It’s happening. Melbourne’s streets hold a broad range of people: some in converse sneakers, others in heels; some walk fast, others simply stand. There are paper shopping bags, cigarettes and mobile phones. Sunglasses everywhere. Coffee, pizza, chocolate. The racket of busking lurks around the corner. Some alleyways are dim, even during the day, with bright paint lighting the way. The sound of feet. Chatter. Laughter. More coffee. Things that may not be considered beautiful, can be. Are. Like a dusty wall, or peeling paint. Like clashes of colour and the blend of noise.
Armed with iPhones and a camera, my friend and I explored Melbourne city.
Using only spray paints, newspaper, cardboard and a pencil.
Feet. Lot’s of feet in Melbourne.
We saw a tram/car crash. Trams rule the road.
Funky cafes and places to eat.
Look up for no reason.
Light and colour.
Happiness from the roof at Victory Gallery of Art.
Blue. White. Black. Beige.
Coffee and tea.
I wonder how many words I can see here.
I’m doing (almost) Wordless Wednesday with