surf city – sydney exhibition
Lucky enough to work just down the road from the Museum of Sydney, I was able to pop into the Surf City exhibition at lunchtime.
Having grown up on Scottish shores and only just moving to Sydney in September, it was a great education for me and a fabulous, technicolour insight into the evolution of the surf culture in Sydney from the 1950s through the decades.
What actually struck me the most, was that surfing – a sport and indeed lifestyle which I associate with freedom and flow – grew within a very controlled, policed surf club culture on Sydney’s beaches. I had no idea of the regimented marching of surf clubs along the sand, or the need to register your board before surfing; nor the threat of your board being confiscated for a weekend, should you surf outwith the rules of the surf clubs on patrol. The exhibition contains some great photographs and a superb video which captures all of this and indeed the rebellion against this imposed order, not to mention the colourful music, fashion and ‘surf n stomp’ which accompanied the surf lifestyle on Sydney’s shores.
As a recent newcomer to surfing, I’m increasingly interested in the history and evolution of the sport. As someone who moved to Bondi primarily with the intention to improve my surfing, it was absolutely intriguing to see how much the surf culture has grown and changed here in such a short period. There’s a real sense of these young folk in the 50s with a passion for the sea and surf, being real pioneers – trying new moves on their boards; making their own equipment and all of this being framed within a lifestyle choice – surfing is not ‘just’ a sport. The exhibition is great in capturing the wonderful love affair which Sydney siders have always had with the beach. And back when this was all kicking off, it wasn’t just those who lived on the beaches who loved to surf; rail access to Bondi meant that young men from the western suburbs could get up early and get down to the beach to join the crowds. There is footage of men surfing long planks of wood, some with graceful ballet moves, straight into the shore. The fantastic collection of old surfboards, wetsuits and surfing paraphernalia lets you see for yourself the lifestyle captured in the photographs and film. It’s incredible when you compare the early days to the hordes of surfers at Bondi now – of both genders, of all nationalities and of all abilities.
All in all, whether you saw these decades for yourself and fancy immersing yourself in the nostalgia of the good old days, or are an outsider like me who has had their eyes opened to how Sydney surf has been transformed over the years, it’s well worth a visit.
bondi haar
i’m pretty sure that they don’t call it a haar in these aussie parts, just ‘fog’, but i love the word haar, and it is what it is.
in a few months of living here, this is the first time i’d seen such a haar at dawn, so here are a couple of shots. i’ll never tire of the fact that there are so many people down at bondi at sunrise. bondi haar, around 6.30am.
1. north bondi along the prom 2. crane 3. south bondi haar 4. silhouettes 5. glisten 6. chunky
If you believe in recycling…
Reblogged from Tim Silverwood:
Next time you pick up a bottle or can have a little look at the fine print on the back. If you’re in Australia you’ll see a sentence that reads: “10 cent refund at collection depots when sold in S.A.” What’s this all about?
Once upon a time when you bought a soda or a bottle of milk you were obligated to return that bottle once you were done, the bottle BELONGED to the manufacturer.
Paste Modernism. Outpost, Art from the Streets.
I heard this week that Outpost, Art from the Streets, an incredible celebration of street art which ran at the end of last year on Sydney’s Cockatoo Island, was awarded “Best Arts Event” by FBi’s Sydney Music, Arts & Culture Awards. There’s something about (good) graffiti and street art which I find intriguing. I love the messaging and social commentary. I was absolutely amazed by the scale of the Outpost project when we visited Cockatoo Island one sunny Sunday last year. Some of it was pretty dark, but there was a huge mix of displays – enormous painted warehouses; a dark underground tunnel full of eclectic sights and sounds; a huge, fantastic ‘paste modernism’ collage and not to mention my first opportunity to see Banksy pieces in real life. As usual, I’ll let the pictures do the talking:
The Tree Hotel
The Tree Hotel, Sweden. The stuff of childhood dreams. Sleeping amongst the forest; leaves rustling around you; up high in a treehouse. Yet these look like some rather beautifully kitted out treehouses. This hotel looks absolutely magical. I’d love to go! Wouldn’t you?
the joy of books
echoing a little nostalgia of yesterday’s ‘black and white’ post, here’s to the joy of books. books are a wonderful escapism, education and travel companions.
i love a good, pristine paperback. i hate when a book is ruffled, bent or damaged in any way. having said that, i recently bought a paperback from a local second hand shop in bondi (gertrude and alice – a quirky little independent cafe/second hand bookshop) and discovered a carefree sense of freedom and permission to just throw it in my beach bag and not worry about it being bent or torn! so, all this love for a good book in hand and a staunch, ‘i’ll never use an ereader; they suck all of the joy from a reading a real book’.
that is, until i was gifted a Kindle prior to moving to Australia. a superb, incredibly thoughtful gift given the cost of print here. my attitude has been turned on its head and i am wholly surprised to say it: Yes, i am now a Kindle convert. i take my kindle everywhere in my handbag – it’s so compact, light and far harder to damage than a paperback! yet, in place of fully accepting this new fangled, really rather handy (but slightly soulless) ereader thingy, i do still read a good old paperback before bedtime. at the moment it’s Alex Wade’s ‘Surf Nation‘ on the Kindle on the ferry into work and Tom Anderson’s, ‘Grey Skies, Green Waves: A Surfer’s Journey around the UK & Ireland‘ in a traditional paperback before bed. Anderson’s book was a gift from a fellow Scottish surfer, prior to emigrating to Sydney – which brings me to another point: gifting a book is wonderful, and receiving something which will nestle into your bookshelf forever is so special. gifting a kindle book? it just doesn’t have that same tangible enjoyment, or memory, does it?
so, if like me, you cherish a good old paperback and a classical bookshop, then you’ll love this beautifully crafted stop-motion film. the soundtrack is just perfect – an orchestra conducting this wonderful library of books. i cannot imagine the time and attention which went into this, but every moment was certainly worth it. it really has been superbly crafted.
the joy of books, enjoy.
black and white?
i love black and white photography. having said that, in this digital age, it feels like it’s often overused, just for the sake of it. the hours of dark room attention; the smell of developer and the moment when you’re not sure if you’ll get the film open and wound in the canister in the pitch black – all lost to the click of a button.
to black and white, or to not black and white?















































