Felt like scrounging around antique shops and wineries today – headed up through Woodend to Castlemaine and back through Chewton, Malmsbury and Kyneton. Lots of lovely heritage buildings in varying states of dilapidation. Full photo dump on Picasa.
I’m drawn to old laundromats. I think in the same way that people are drawn to photos of Cuba. Except without the brightly rusted vintage cars and peppy dancing octogenarians. In gentrifying or groovifying strips, they are like Barry Humphries’ “suburbs in between” – the uncelebrated, ignored and passed-by, containing a less glamorous but maybe [...]
