Vivid

Mapping the city

In one of my design classes we treat the city as a studio and as part of our mapping project we had to embark on a derive. A derive is a journey through the city which involves actively observing urban spaces in a new way - igniting curiosity, noticing previously unnoticed information and heightening the consciousness of one's surroundings.

Then we begin to map the city beyond the geographic and topographic lines and start to map the city based on emotion, psychology, economics, politics, history, philosophy, architecture and concept.

My theme for this project is transformation - exploring this notion of an unfinished city, a city of cycles and flows: decay/construction, architecture/human, space/time, movement/idleness.

All photos were captured and edited by me during one of my derives.

Monkey Magic

Probably the most satisfying meal I've had for a long time. Every time a dish was gobbled up I had this really inappropriate urge to lick the plates clean. Yes, I'm classy. And no I did not.

 I've also been experimenting with editing techniques on Photoshop to give my photos have a certain mood. Mood. I feel like I use this word a lot here.

All images are owned by me

City Extra for Day One

Spent the first day of the year with the family at City Extra, right across the Bridge when only several hours prior, it was virtually on fire from the New Year's fireworks display.

Their menu was in a cool newspaper format and I chose

the 'journo burger' which is the perfect way to end

my journalism 'career' (I transferred away from my journalism degree and starting my design degree this year).

We also got a last glimpse of the never-ending rainbow which

was the centrepiece on the Harbour Bridge for this year.

Hope everyone had an amazing New Year celebration. 

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Outpost Street Art Exhibition // Part 2

  Part two.  

  Part one here.  

  ...As the storm brews from the west  

  and the winds blow dust   

  into our poor little eyes  

  we take refuge inside.  

  There we find a man  

  hanging from the ceiling,  

  Mother Monster plastered  

  on a heavily graffitied wall,  

  and most would miss a tiny  

  drawing of a man waving.  

  Burst of colours would  

  jarringly meld with the  

  browns, the rusts, the siennas  

  of the industrial space,  

  including a dazzle of  

  pink from Pola's now  

  famous tights.  

  After all the pretty, ugly  

  things are seen.  

  We head back to the most  

  beautiful harbour in the planet.  

  Where we fill our bellies  
  with pies with faces on them.  




  Have a great week.  
  Love, Jesue  

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