by Sian Supski
This photo essay was written in the first lockdown in Melbourne, March to June 2020. We are now in the second lockdown. This time the vibe is different, and not easy to explain. The city feels more lonely. We look out our windows at the deserted streets, the empty gallery, the quiet bar and save for the construction noise next door and the passing sirens, it is eerily quiet.
From the violence at the mine in Marikana to the almost daily scenes of evictions from occupied buildings in the inner city of Johannesburg, and from the protests in working class areas like Eldorado Park, to the perfect storm and raging wild fires that have surrounded the drought stricken province of the Western Cape – I shall be working with notions of how the histories of settlement and the settler state underpin the present, and how these might and might not resonate with Australian realities.
Big city blues Table of Contents April 2014; 121 (1) Introduction: Big city blues Trevor Hogan and Julian Potter Abstract: The advent of the ‘mega’ or world city seems inseparable from the ambivalent and transient experience of modernity – the ideals of liberty, individuality, property, accelerating progress, and, for many, the realities of immobility,…