Found: Martin St
On purpose or by chance?
Found: Martin St
No kiosk, just the place where it has been.
When the kiosk on the St Kilda Pier was burnt down in September 2003, the landscape changed and I didn’t properly understand the landmark until it was gone. It’s only now I realise that seeing the kiosk in the same place gave me a sense of certainty in the world. Even the day my car radio told me about 2 planes hitting the Twin Towers, as I passed, Kirby’s Kiosk was still there, as always.
They are going to rebuild the kiosk but it won’t be the same. In the meantime part of the pier has been preserved because artist Julie Gough collected charcoal to do some drawing.
Found: a good piece of bait?
St Kilda Pier
Found: one ex-mayor of St Kilda (1984) to protest about a monument to Indigenous Elders
Article: The Age Sunday 8th May
“Crate idea leaves sour taste as monument is milked”
Bronze milk crates that will be installed in a St Kilda Park as a dedication to Aboriginal elders who used to gather there with other Kooris have been branded inppropriate by a former mayor. “I do not think they will fit in,” said Colin Bell. “We’ve got a pack of weirdos on this council”…………..
Shiels came up with the idea while sitting in the park with Aunty Alma, who died in 2003, aged 61. “I said to her, ‘These are good seats’. She said to me, ‘yeah but you have to hunt for them’.” said Shiels.
The bronze crates were an anti-monument, she said. “They’re taking the piss out of the whitefella statues of important men that dot out parks.”
Apologies to photographer Cathryn Tremain for cropping the pic.
Found: Acland St
Found – Havelock St
Found – Foster St
Found: Corner of Barkly and Acland Sts – A quiet moment, 15 seconds without cars
Image: Jen Ritchie-Jones on a Lomo camera
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.
Found – Corner Clyde and Acland St
This baby change table has been on the corner of the street for a week. J started thinking about who put it there and why. Was it dumped or did somebody think they were passing it on. As she focused her camera she focused on the tear. How did that happen?
At that moment Lyle (artist and local mechanic) came up and said,
“I’m surprised nobody has taken that, you could use it for all sorts of things, like take the plastic off and turn it into artist shelves”.
J was still wondering about the baby who had its little pink pooey bum wiped clean many times a day.
Then he said “I guess people are a bit more fussy about 2nd hand baby things these days”
I have always assumed that mattresses found on the streets of St Kilda would have had multiple owners, or the very least multiple users until I see these ones. The big one especially is in mint condition.
While I am taking the photo I meet C, she has just dropped her daughter off at school.
C says “I’ve just done a great big clean up and put a whole pile of stuff on street”.
Then she says “I’m really enjoying watching it disappear bit by bit, nothing like a bit of recycling”.
P and I go back later to get the pristine mattress, but somebody else had the same idea earlier …it’s gone already and the small mattress has moved down the street.
Today, two of my neighbours are talking about the progress of their renovations. L says she has more rubbish to get rid of and that another skip has just been delivered. Then she adds “I bet somebody dumps a mattress before it gets taken away”. K looks at her amazed and says “that always happens to us too”.
I just stand there thinking about mattresses and how often I see them dumped on the street. I make art from found objects and often wonder if I can make something use them for something. I always decide to stick to my 5cm size limit. If you collect junk, storage can become a big problem.
Then I think about the histories they hold. The excitement of moving into a new place. The sadness of moving on, or excitement for that matter. How much shagging went on. Lots, none, rejections, broken hearts, illness – the possibilities are endless.