Now, there’s a view you don’t get to see everyday. 14 floors up at the Slattery offices.
Melbourne might be dreary but at least we can dream.
No lovers in the parking lot, just a big yellow sun.
Sliced orange, This American Life and a whole lot of uni work. It’s gonna be a long night!
Lost in the underground.
Sydney, you are always a dream.
Just a pattern I designed at the Rhythm and Repeat workshop run by Spencer Harrison with The Design Kids.
Such an amazing day filled with so much inspiration!
Site visits. Trying to get some inspiration before diving head first into some difficult thinking.
European breakfasting with C. Tasty meal plates at Allpress Coffee Roastery.
Back to the beach, back home and back to reality.
C and I spent the weekend in Barwon Heads. A little rainy, some sunshine and a long beach walk cured my city blues.
A few days after my sister arrived in Shanghai we decided to travel to a small water town called Tongli. It seemed a little bit complex to get to but I was quite confident that we would be able to figure it all out, as I had already been in Shanghai for five months.
However, the adventure was not to be simple. Instead we spent most of the day catching a combination of trains and buses, spending almost four hours in total on transport to and from Tongli. We arrived with barely anytime to spare and since the last bus home to Shanghai was at 3.30pm, we only had an hour to explore the water canal city.
All we managed to do was wander the back streets and have a mildly expensive, however very tasty, meal by the water. Tongli is very similar to the other water cities I had traveled to previously but it was very quiet in comparison. Thinking we had more time and with a false confidence in our ability to navigate the streets, we took our time to get to the last bus. However, after walking what seemed like far to long we had to sprint across fields and through people’s backyards to make it to the station in time.
It was hot and humid and we were incredibly bothered. The day was a whirlwind and all I really remember is eating a questionable icy pole on the bus on the way back, feeling so incredibly happy that we hadn’t missed our ride back.