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Faces and places

I was out doing an ‘observational exercise’ on Monday night as part of my uni class. Standing about in Chinatown, wandering down to Sussex and later Pitt streets, it made me realise how little time I spend just hanging out, soaking things in. Really enjoyed it.

Anyway, the aim was a couple of short profiles, potential introductions to a magazine feature. A place and a face. Here’s what I came up with.

Faces

There’s no entourage to speak of, but she’s the star.

He pulls his backpack around and crouches in front of the Oporto restaurant. Green-striped polo shirt – collar up – and baggy jeans, he takes a camera from the bag, pulling the Canon E.O.S. strap over his short brown hair and suede tennis visor. He checks something in the viewfinder, presses a button and adjusts the lens.

She’s about the same height, approx. 170cm, dressed in a fawn jumper, snug over red shirt and blue jeans. Brown discus-shaped handbag. He snaps a picture as she curves her head around to him like a model. Eyes sparkling, teeth glinting. Her eyebrows arch, but she holds them smooth. She giggles with the pose. It’s a funny smile, like a recreation of something she’s seen.

He snaps. She reaches to see the preview, then steps back into position. Carefully pats her shoulder length straight brown hair, parting the fringe across her face. He looks past her, at the backdrop of light rail cables stretching back to a horizon of George Street and the glitzy Guys And Dolls billboard at the Capitol Theatre behind. Needs to get the composition right. He’s done this before.

She flashes that smile. He snaps, laughs, picks up a red Esprit shopping bag, and they’re off to rejoin their friends.

Places

Around the corner from Chinatown, at Hay and Harbour streets, a squat McDonald’s restaurant squeezes out beneath the Entertainment Centre. The hulking venue’s like a Millenium Falcon: futuristic ’80s, washed out, unwashed. Street lights, a big red sign to “Darling Harbour”; decades of intersecting dreams for the city.

A girl steps past the monorail, scooping ice from a Gloria Jeans frappe. The empty train has a full-length hoarding for Pom-brand juice – “Health’s Angel” – moments later, the light rail trundles parallel to Paddy’s Market, also empty.

Two mid-30s men talk too loudly at each other. One leaves, the other asks people in the square for money. Actually, it’s more like a triangle. 500 metres on each side: McDonald’s and Oporto sentry to Paddy’s, 100 years old this year. The market itself bares the scars of several rounds of reno’s.

A man in a square, grey suit swings his arms robotically, striding towards a row of three phone booths. There are specks of rubbish everywhere: cigarette stubs, broken plastic spoons, discarded wrappers. Chicken burger wrappers and napkins wedged into the old train track sleepers, the randomly placed seats. Plenty of pigeons and sea gulls. Two bins. A skateboarder’s oasis, if it wasn’t for the uneven paving.

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Cracks and gaps

New ideas so often come from the darnedest places, as Marcus Westbury notes in the latest Griffith Review.

Cultures emerge from the spontaneous, temporary nature of human motivations, passions, interactions and enthusiasms. They often form in rebellion and opposition rather than by deliberation and design. They are unique and idiosyncratic. They result from adaptation and evolution, and they have a tendency to be strongest in the places where no one is looking or particularly wants them to be.

I completely agree. It’s the niche, the thrill of creativity reacting against whoever that needs support. But how – given the focus shifts so easily – and how – given the creation so often forms in reaction (to something)?

Global cities increasingly aspire to cultural prestige for its intangible aura and because they believe it will drive economic growth.

Cities invest in this stuff for a bunch of reasons – cultural capital, potential economic return, etc. The big things need that support and they’re easier to support, being institutional like the government.

When Adrienne Goehler, Berlin’s former senator for arts and science, was out late last year she said a relatively small investment in local scenes (for example, local bars/galleries that aren’t priced out of the market and can then experiment with music, art or other performance) is more effective in attracting young, creative scientists, technologists and artists than huge investments in supermarkets, research facilities and so on.

Should the funding model be a little less bureaucratic and a bit more entrepreneurial: e.g. Kiva, Zopa?

Three great badges

I do like badges. And these ones are especially cute.

They’re from Perth. Patrick Pittman of Omit Needless Words – but also freelance writer, editor, indie publisher (zines, an ethical guide to grocery shopping in Perth), community radio broadcaster – is selling these badges through his latest thing Novel Badges. They’re $3 a go.

ONW put me on to this hilarious thing too, Sleeve Face:

one or more persons obscuring or augmenting any part of their body or bodies with record sleeve(s) causing an illusion

Here it is on flickr too. More!

Canvas

I can’t imagine there are too many theatre companies that revel in walkouts. Syd Brisbane, an actor with 25 years experience who’s worked with the Sydney Theatre Company and the Australian Shakespeare Company, founded The Rabble with designer Kate Davis and lighting/production expert Emma Valente.

Their latest – a version of the Biblical tale of Herod’s step-daughter Salome (first told for stage by Oscar Wilde), radically reinterpreted for the cavernous Bay 17 stage at Carriageworks – is short on words, big on physical drama. Apparently it’s inspired a few walkouts too. I’m looking forward to seeing it this week, but this morning Syd was our guest on Canvas.

Canvas - Syd Brisbane
(Me and Syd in the studio)

Here’s what we played.

Neu – DJ DSL
Percy On The One – Clutchy Hopkins
These Boots Are Made For Walking – The Boys Next Door
The Book I Write – Spoon
Come Around (Lovestoned Remix) – Urthboy
How Much I’ve Lied – Jason Walker
Time of Songs – Tapes ‘n Tapes
About to Walk – Throw Me The Statue
Shadowland – Youth Group
Are Ya – Mensy
Hold Me Down (Shoes remix) – Primary 1
No Tomorrow (prod Kirk Degiorgio) – Robert Owens
Wanderlust (Ratatat remix)- Bjork
So Low – The Mime Set
Aileen – Lindsay Phillips
Like Air From Your Lungs – Karoshi
Hands On Us – The Notwist
Bright Tomorrow – Fuck Buttons
Heart It Races – Architecture In Helsinki
Blue Planet (Abacus mix) – Chaser
Crying In Her Room – Silver City Highway

As if that wasn’t a headline waiting to happen.

Western Sydney community arts manager Lena Nahlous hinted all was not as it seemed with the 2020 Summit creative strand when she appeared on Canvas last Sunday morning. Nick Pickard’s article in today’s Crikey makes it explicit, saying the Initial Summit Report censored ideas discussed and included ideas never broached.

Oz theatre reviewer (and writer) Alison Croggon said:

Some points seemed disappear completely in the process: among them, a strong call for rethinking public broadcasting and the issue of responsibility towards climate change. Others surprisingly appeared: when Mr Rudd mentioned summer schools, the entire Creative stream went blank (“summer schools? who said summer schools?”) More generally, some concerns never quite made it to the whiteboards: a major oversight in the general debate was the digital gaming design industry, supposedly an area slated for discussion.

That shift came up in Pickard’s piece too:

What has amazed the delegates is that the initial report somehow changed ideas like develop “closer links between industry professionals and schools” into “Creativity Summer Schools”.

“No-one ever mentioned summer schools,” Crikey has been told by another delegate. “And the first time I heard about the Indigenous proposals was when the report was released on the Sunday.”

This is not to mention the contentious idea (also published in the initial report) which proposed that creative endeavours be funded “through a 1% creative dividend from all Government Departments for expenditure”.

“Everyone in that room knew that Queensland had tried that idea and that it had failed. I don’t know how that got put forward either,” the delegate explained.

Pickard’s source noted it wasn’t all negative:

“The summit has created a motivated group of diverse people who realised that we all have a lot in common,” another attendee has told Crikey. “Everyone realised that other people outside the stream were saying they needed the arts.”

Another attendee, the prolific (check his CV) Marcus Westbury, posted a blog entry saying much the same thing a week earlier.

Meeting people. The summit was a rare opportunity that brought together a wide range of people from across the creative, arts, cultural sector. Contrary to popular belief we don’t all hang out together all the time – particularly outside of narrow artform communities. It was both inspiring and practically quite useful to meet those people, realise that several issues cut right across the boundaries or artform or medium and begin to pull together a bit of a community going forward.

Understanding the power of symbolism has been crucial to Rudd’s government. But with this and the frankly bizarre delineation between gay unions and straight marriage – I’m married and certainly not “before God” – the government is showing the first signs of stumbling.

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