Ohh Melbourne

Let’s start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start.

MELBOURNE! I’ve long been enchanted with Melbourne. They call it the Europe of Australasia. Australia’s Capital of Arts.  The Hipster heart of Australia. And it keeps winning the world’s most liveable city. I’d argue, as it’s so damn cold every time I go, but there is something that keeps drawing me back.

Melbourne’s attraction is subtle and experiental. I love the soul of the place. There’s a little bit of a rivalry between the North and South side, and have to say I’m all for the North. Maybe I’m a little bit hipster and bohemian at heart or maybe I just fancy things that are a little less polished, and rougher around the edges.

It’s an area that’s a little bit delighting to wander through… the creative feel, the street art, the quaint cafes, the eclectic eateries, the rustic vibes, the fashion, and the people watching. The food is wonderful, the coffee is good and everyone seems in the know about whole foods and green living.

One thing I did find extraordinarily weird was how cold it was, and yet no one wore a coat. They insisted on wearing light cardigans, even in the dregs of the night – in winter! I was baffled. Maybe the Melbournites have acclimatised to the freezing conditions. Or maybe they are just too hip to wear winter woolies.

Here’s a few photos back in June, freezing my tits off right at the start of Melbourne’s oh so brisk winter.

 

Hot Toddy + DJ + Artist

Hot Toddy + DJ + Artist

Shoe Shopping in Adundance

Shoe Shopping in Adundance

The Streets of Fitzroy

The Streets of Fitzroy

Immersed in Street Art

Immersed in Street Art

All space is utilised

All space is utilised

Friend!

This girl!

 

On Melbourne and Pony-Tailed Men

They say Melbourne is the Europe of Australasia. It was in Europe I first noticed the urban pony-tailed man, and it seems this trend has made it to Melbourne. This fetish has long been a bit of a weak spot for me.

One train, one lost stumble, and one tram later I found myself on Brunswick Street — home of the Melbourne Hipsters and alternative folk. Despite being rather mainstream myself, I felt quite at home here. It reminds me of East London, memories ago, where the neighborhood is cool, but the local folk are cooler yet.

First stop was some café about a cat, which it turns out, is in fact a bar. How fitting. The local joint is decorated with two barristas, both sporting the dirty blonde ponytail with exactly the right amount of facial hair. They’re not the West Auckland pony-tailed bogans, but more the urban chic man — wearing clothes that make even me envious.

And it turns out the streets of Brunswick are littered with such specimen. I find it strange I’m eyeing up the male’s wardrobe selects more than the local ladies. Perhaps in another life I wish I were a hipster male so I too could don my brogues, twill pants and a ponytail.

Luckily the female shopping turns out to be almost on par with the males. Before long I have an array of shopping bags, and an eclectic mix of summer niceties.

I’m a bit of a sucker for old buildings, ivy and anything visually aesthetic. The surrounding streets and alleys are exactly the type of place I like to meander. It reminds me of Europe summers gone — wandering aimlessly, mapless but not lost, just perusing and exploring as my fancy is taken.

Despite the rain, and intermittent sunshine I was quite taken by Melbourne. Yet of all the places I visited here, Brunswick Street resonated best. Be it the quaint cafes, boutique shops, trendy eateries or pony-tailed men — I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s the hint of familiarity, reminiscing the carefree days of youth travelling through Europe.

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On the Great Ocean Road

Two girls. A swanky car. Rugged coastlines. Endless corners. A salty breeze. Dappled light. Spontaneous giggles. Delving chats.  Stark wilderness.


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The Great Ocean Road, Victoria, Australia.