As we departed The Highrise to catch the tram to town, two restaurant trams came along. I was too slow with the camera and only captured most of one tram. I highly recommend a meal on the restaurant tram.
At Federation Square, a performance was underway. Kind of a left over Chinese New Year performance, I think.
Mobile phones. It is estimated that Australians have hoarded their old phones to the extent of 23 million of them sitting unused in drawers, wardrobes etc. I live sustainably, as long as I have enough money.
Riding a rhino? Really?
What on earth is this about, at the Ian Potter Gallery? A drunken dinner party?
A colourful rug. The words say "Don't touch the dishes! I will do them when I get back from Smith Street. X"
Memories of the 1950s?
Ok, this 'art' was created by a group of women who used to live in a shared house in Hotham Street, Collingwood a couple of years or decades ago.
What do you call it? An antimacassar?
A kookaburra cushion.
Picasso's Weeping Woman (not the real one). It hasn't been stolen again.
A long view of the earlier seen carpet. Now, go back and look at the dinner party photo. The floor rug is made of piped icing sugar. The rug below and above, also piped icing sugar. In the fifties lounge room, the cushion covers, the antimacassars, the floor rug and Weeping Woman, all icing sugar. It took some careful studying with spectacles on to work out what was as it should be and what was icing sugar. It went from being ok that is art, to suddenly really interesting art.
We were in the gift shop, looking at wonderful things, and Ann O'Dyne, there was a book of Rennie Ellis photos. When is your birthday? Oh, you don't do birthdays. That is a saving for us. The gift shop is so expensive, but Trunk and Orderly did amuse me.
Things were still happening on stage as we left.
It is lunch time, a late lunch. The beer was of an English style, so R told me, and quite disgusting. I hate wasting a dollar and so I have never tried English beer. It that was sample, I am pleased to not have wasted the money......ahh, except I did. I should have read the menu and learnt that they had Asahi beer by the bottle. Never mind that the deliciously dry Japanese beer Asahi is made in China.
The omnipresent Eureka Tower.
R needed some ingredients for dinner, so we went to the supermarket in Elizabeth Street. I hung around outside and fended off beggars and chuggers (charity muggers, collectors). The tower of Eureka and the Elizabeth Street end of Flinders Street Station amused me.
Here is a closer view. R returned from the supermarket interior with Manny's friend, the retired priest in tow. He attends Mass to the north of city but lives south of the city. He stops off at the station where he has to change trains to do some shopping. It was his birthday, his eighty second. He can talk the leg off an iron pot, so we wished him happy birthday and briskly set off along Flinders Street to catch the tram home. Note there is a camera on the balcony of the clock tower. Big Brother is always watching but it seems he is mostly reactive rather than proactive.