Freo
Back from Fremantle.
Was inspired by the colours: industrial green, blue skies, grey waters, pink sunsets, yellow street wear. Every Mum and Dad and young toddler looked gorgeous, photogenic, relaxed, laidback, individual. Not a chainstore in sight: all independent retail businesses, that were as much about fostering community interactions, as spending> People did circuits of cafes, shops, outdoors, indoors, side streets, main streets. Prints were everywhere: screen printed tea towels by Blue Lawn which I bought at Kukelas Sister (most amazing continental deli housed in large victorian era building that had decayed and gently been brought back to life, with a reveal of Japanese early 20th century wallpaper); prints on dresses worn by girls.
Colours were everywhere: yellow pyjama pants, green sleeveless dress worn by the owner of Remedy store where I bought the yellow pants, faded aqua tshirts on the babyboomer men that appeared everywhere, as if they'd come out of the surf, donned their birkenstocks and shorts and designer tshirts and gone record shopping. Every young guy appeared to be the dad of an adorable toddler-I don't think I saw a guy younger than 25 years-I guess I was out with the morning crowd. The street buildings were dense and Victorian era, like the industrial spawned buildings that line the wide streets of Broken Hill or Port Pirie, the buildings of a port town. There were more than 20 places I could have got a good coffee from; many more shops, all independent and unique. The sea looked grey-I didn't experience the Fremantle Doctor beyond shopping at a wine cellar that had borrowed the name. I made a token visit to the sands edging the Indian Ocean, lamenting the lack of time to stay and see more... but all I had time for was an intimate embrace of a neighbourhood and it's inhabitants across a 24 hour period. Want to go back....
Was inspired by the colours: industrial green, blue skies, grey waters, pink sunsets, yellow street wear. Every Mum and Dad and young toddler looked gorgeous, photogenic, relaxed, laidback, individual. Not a chainstore in sight: all independent retail businesses, that were as much about fostering community interactions, as spending> People did circuits of cafes, shops, outdoors, indoors, side streets, main streets. Prints were everywhere: screen printed tea towels by Blue Lawn which I bought at Kukelas Sister (most amazing continental deli housed in large victorian era building that had decayed and gently been brought back to life, with a reveal of Japanese early 20th century wallpaper); prints on dresses worn by girls.
Colours were everywhere: yellow pyjama pants, green sleeveless dress worn by the owner of Remedy store where I bought the yellow pants, faded aqua tshirts on the babyboomer men that appeared everywhere, as if they'd come out of the surf, donned their birkenstocks and shorts and designer tshirts and gone record shopping. Every young guy appeared to be the dad of an adorable toddler-I don't think I saw a guy younger than 25 years-I guess I was out with the morning crowd. The street buildings were dense and Victorian era, like the industrial spawned buildings that line the wide streets of Broken Hill or Port Pirie, the buildings of a port town. There were more than 20 places I could have got a good coffee from; many more shops, all independent and unique. The sea looked grey-I didn't experience the Fremantle Doctor beyond shopping at a wine cellar that had borrowed the name. I made a token visit to the sands edging the Indian Ocean, lamenting the lack of time to stay and see more... but all I had time for was an intimate embrace of a neighbourhood and it's inhabitants across a 24 hour period. Want to go back....
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