Writings

  • WARWICK GOW | THREE WISHES

    All too often we inherit our life choices, sometimes they are thrust upon us or prescribed to us by society and family, sometimes we follow the dogma of education. To pursue those choices and passions of our own volition is…

  • HIATUS KAIYOTE | THE RE-INVENTION OF SOUND

    I was sitting, as I so often am, staring blankly at my computer screen. Words flittered through my mind like fireflies on the wind, beyond reach and teasing me. I wasn’t looking to create the great Australian novel or anything…

  • HARMONIES | LOUIE & PATRICK

    When I finished high school, I walked blindly into the wide world. Vague notions rattled around my pubescent brain of career aspirations, next steps or long term goals, but mostly my thoughts were consumed with beer, weed and skateboarding. For…

  • BUN COFFEE | COOL BEANS

    When David Kennedy opened a gourmet French patisserie in Sydney, it was far from his liking that the establishment soon came to be known amongst his friends as ’the sticky bun shop’. He wasn’t selling production line pastries from some chain…

  • YO’ BICYCLES | PEDDLE POWER TO THE PEOPLE

    There is something about jumping on a pushbike that takes us back to childhood. The two-wheeled transportation is inherently fun, smile-inducing and, whether commuting to work or out for a Sunday jaunt, you can’t help but enjoy yourself. Unless you’re…

  • HARVEST | REAPING THE REWARDS

    A collection of magazines and newspapers graces the weatherboard wall, thumbed casually by customers awaiting their take-out cappuccinos. A bustle of clientele and unobtrusive staff swirl in orchestrated efficiency like a choreographed flight of starlings. Natural light and the warmth…

  • ANGUS & JULIA | THE WAY THEY USED TO BE

    Angus and Julia – two artists so renowned that they now lack all need for a last name. That is, until they went solo. The brother and sister Stone entered the Australian music scene with fanfares, applause and an instant…

  • HERE I STAND

    Here I stand, on the brink of the abyss, staring deep, deep into its gaping maw, my eyes and intuition desperately searching for any glimmer of light. A safe descent or soft landing I seek, an avoidance of the leap of faith…

  • PLANE TO SEA

    I, like so many others in this area, even in this country, got bitten by the surfing bug, and that little sucker has left teeth marks that will scar for life. I’ve surfed up and down the Coast, on shortboards…

  • THE FOOTBRIDGE | ONE STEP AT A TIME

    Every day of our lives we open a new page. Invariably the story continues has it had the day before; we wake, follow routines, go to work, dinner, bed, repeat. Sprinklings of glitter scatter the pages – a new relationship,…