The comet marks the spot for some new traffic calming in Mitchell St to help the punters who are looking for a girl stick to the right side of the road.
The only kind of aerosol art allowed during the Commonwealth Games. To see the rest of the series go to City Traces.
…….or community action. Robe St was ‘the sex beat’ in St Kilda until the Council put in roundabouts, one way sections and traffic calming measures to stops cars from cruising. The business moved on to neighbouring streets. Now the residents are regularly seen discussing the unsightly dumped furniture in the street. Will they convince Council to remedy this problem too?
It’s feijoa time again.
$1 for .75 kg. Please throw coins onto lawn.
As J was taking the photo A stopped on her bike.
“Isn’t it great”, she said, “my daugther S helped pick the fruit this year”.
“She collected a whole pile of plastic bags all ready for the harvest. Yesterday she waited all day for the owners to come home. Then they filled 15 bags and look, now there is only one left and everybody just throws their money on the lawn,” she exclaimed. “My daughter thinks this house is the most magical place in St Kilda.”
Click here for stories and comments from last year’s feijoa time.
Acland Street, St Kilda
Maybe the paperboy deserves a raise.
Always something there to remind you.
A matter of taste or a question of manners?
She returned to pick up her sandals and rang on the door bell.
“Come in”, he said, “I just have to finish the stitching.”
“Come out the back and I’ll show you where I work.”
“Did you originally have a shop?” she asked.
“Yes”, he replied “in Bridge Road Richmond – for 40 years. Now I am retired but life doesn’t go as you expect, so I do a little work from home.”
“You must have seen a lot of change in Richmond,” she commented, “like when they built the high-rise.”
“Yes” he said, “they just took the people’s houses and knocked them down. All those people, they got nothing for their land. Government couldn’t do that these days.”
“Do you like tomatoes”, he asked. “I get a bag for you. I’ve got too many.”
“What are doing?”, he asked, as she was pinning on the stencil.
“It’s just a bit of temporary art in a public space”, she replied.
“Did you put the couch there?”
“Oh no”, she said “it’s just been dumped. Lots of people move in out of the area, the rents keep going up or maybe somebody got a new couch and didn’t want the old one.”
“Is it a bit of agit-prop?”, he enquired.
“No”, she said, “it’s what ever you want to make of it, however this is a sex beat.”
“Oh” he said “I did notice that.”
When she told him that there was more work on a website he asked for the address as she finished taking her photos.
Suddenly he said, “you’re Julie Shiels”.
“How do you know?” she stammered, part surprise, part horror. “I just looked it up”, and he showed her the site from his mobile phone.
“Can I take a photo too?” he asked “my wife’s an artist, I think she’ll like this”.
