posted April 29 2005

Found: Grey St

posted April 27 2005

Found in the carpark at Balaclava Station

Charlie says:
“Things aren’t quite what they seem”.

Originally posted 11th March

posted April 26 2005

Charlie says
Once you go crazy,
you’ll be able to see
www.charliesays.com.au

Found near the corner of Carlisle and Blenheim St, Balaclava

J thought she’d found a bit of authentic St Kilda. She knew that the big media companies often appropriated street art forms. As she contemplated the possibility of being scammed she figured at least it wouldn’t be American because it had an .au address.

The art work, as it opened was high end…… then the sound file started “do you like playing games?” in the same terrifying voice as the kid in Sixth Sense.
“No”, she felt liking yelling “and I especially don’t like being played around with”. She navigated the site and was none the wiser about what they were selling.
Inspite of herself, J did what the marketers had anticipated and she hit Google…………they were flogging a telephone.

Originally posted March

posted April 25 2005

Found – St Kilda Beach on the side of the little pier near Luna Park.

Can artists still afford to live in St Kilda?

‘One Degree of Separation’ exhibition at Theatreworks – 14 Acland St St Kilda
or click here to access the show online

posted April 24 2005

Found – Havelock St

Found – Foster St

posted April 22 2005

Found – Corner of Blessington Way and Carlisle Sts.

I don’t know how long this has been there because when I pass this corner I always notice the working girls and not the surrounds.

posted April 20 2005

Found: Corner of Barkly and Acland Sts – A quiet moment, 15 seconds without cars

Image: Jen Ritchie-Jones on a Lomo camera

posted April 18 2005

Found: Vegout Community Garden

This is a remant of the old bowling club that used to occupy this space. It’s a bit of low growing lawn that has spouted in somebody’s vegie plot. In other life it was the perfect surface to make those black balls roll further. Now it’s a weed.

posted April 14 2005

Found: corner Grey and Barkly Sts – next door to ‘building to be demolished’

Found: Corner Grey and Barkly Sts.

St Kilda is a suburb that never stops changing, its always turning a corner and for the moment it has turned a corner that is of less and less interest to me – with the rising prices, the yuppies and the ‘chain store shopping mall’ that Acland St has become.

Ironically, there’s hope in the arrival of the backpackers who are now a major part of the Acland St scene. They are already starting to drive the yuppies and the baby boomer pre-retirees nuts and we might even be seeing the de-gentrification process starting. Who knows?

Text – Martin, Tennyson St

posted April 13 2005

Sitting on his chair at his table, his grey stringy hair and his rounded shoulders. A shirt or two on a coat hanger, or two, hanging in the window. Five or six tins of things – milo, tomatoes, coffee, soup – in small stacks in his room. A picture in a frame on the wall. I’d walk past his place most days. I’d see him through his window, in his room, his grey stringy hair, his shoulders rounded, leaning over his table with his pen in his hand. Sometimes just standing, or combing his hair. He’d walk up the street heading home carrying a plastic supermarket bag or two, or three, with supermarket things in it, or them, most days.

Then I didn’t see him for a while. I saw him again a few weeks later when I was walking up Mitchell Street one day. There was a young woman with him who had curly hennaed hair and was wearing black-rimmed glasses. He had a suitcase in either hand and was about to load them into the boot of an old orange Datsun. The back seat was piled with boxes. I walked past his place. I looked through the window. There were no stacks of tins, no table, no chair and a light-coloured rectangle on the wall where his framed picture had been. When I was halfway to the supermarket the orange Datsun drove past me. The curly-haired woman was driving. He was in the passenger seat, his rounded shoulders, his grey stringy hair combed back. The next day, furniture and mattresses and stuff were in the garden of his rooming house. I took a wooden chair with a blue seat home. I saw two people carry a table down the street. The house which was his home, a big old rooming house, in which quite a few people had lived, sold for $2.8m.

Written by Moira Burke

Finished, liquidated

posted April 12 2005

My apologies to anyone who has tried to comment on this blog until now. Your registration details were never recieved, hence no reply. I can’t help but wonder where they went.

It makes me think about my cousin who works on mobile phone billing softwear. She told me a story about how, despite the phone companies vigilance to make money, some calls are never billed. This unaccounted for venue is in a ‘bucket’. I always imagined these buckets full of coins dangling up there in the ether. Maybe it is accompanied by a paper bag full of registration details.

The system has been simplified and now you can just type away.
I look forward to your comments. Please contribute any memory, story, opinion or ideas this blog provokes. It doesn’t have to be about St Kilda.

posted April 11 2005

Found – Foster St.

Did she lose an earring as well?

L was playing in the loungeroom. He said “there’s a man in our backyard”
P said “oh yeah” thinking it was just part of a game.
L repeated himself. P looked up and saw this fellow legging it with his wife’s basket in his hand. P was hot on his heels as the robber hopped over the back gate. Under the gate was carry bag with a video inside.

They both grabbed it at the same time. The robber pulled one way and P pulled the other. P got the video but had no key to unlock the gate. The robber made off with the bag.
The robber hoofed it out into Acland St. Undeterred P went hunting. He was just about to give up and but decided to look in the bluestone dunnies that used to be in Acland St. He went in and looked under all the doors. There was was J‘s unmistakable basket next to a set of legs. He went outside called the cops and the stereo was returned some days later.

That evening J and P discovered the knife by the back gate.

posted April 7 2005

We found it outside our bedroom window in the morning. It looks like everything is there except the cigarettes and the purse.

The inventory is complete: condoms, lubricant gel, Tic Tacs, key chain with a whistle, cigarette lighter, lippy, mascara, cologne. and instead of tissues a bunch of white serviettes.

All that work for nothing.