Your face sketched on it
Many of us -often due to our uncontrollable, manic and cluttered lives- easily experience self over-indulgence and unjustifiable expenses. Melbourne tends to do that to you. The culture engulfs your mind and body. Before you realise, you're a facet of Federation Square; a mere representation of city culture, consuming more and more culture each day. You immerse yourself in music, fashion, food or art. The thought of our unnecessary self over-indulgence and unjustifiable expenses makes me ask myself, are we eating away at our own lifeline by being too cultured? Is it realistic to expect that Melbourne will soon be over-cultured?
A characteristic that was once loved by all was the relative anonymity Melbourne culture once enjoyed. You either had to go searching for the coolest jazz bar by checking out all the laneways, or you overheard it from someone who had it recommended to them by their ex-girlfriend's best friend. You went shopping for hours, looking for that one bag you wanted, only to find it in a damp, rundown boutique above a solarium, 200 metres from the nearest main shopping precinct. Galleries were low-key and the key Melbourne artists exhibited their work on the alley walls. Graffitti and stencil art was the Caravaggio of the old Melbourne culture. These days, exploring Melbourne culture seems all too easy and hard at the same time. Turn a corner and there's another shopping precinct, turn another and there are 4 look-alike clubs and bars to choose from, head down towards the Shrine of Rememberence and the galleries are packed... spray paint and soap stains the gutters.
Perhaps I'm feeling trapped. I always felt that Melbourne was always an experience of freedom. I can feel the city is getting smaller, the faces all too familiar. My circumstance reminds me of a Series 5 episode of 'Sex And The City', where Samantha, persistant with the notion that New York is no longer exciting, begins to refer to New York as 'Old York'. It seems that we as a community may not be the only ones, but also Melbourne itself, that is over-indulging and compromising what was the integral heartbeat of our city. Time to simplify.
On Air with BlackPunk: Destiny's Child - Lose My Breath
A characteristic that was once loved by all was the relative anonymity Melbourne culture once enjoyed. You either had to go searching for the coolest jazz bar by checking out all the laneways, or you overheard it from someone who had it recommended to them by their ex-girlfriend's best friend. You went shopping for hours, looking for that one bag you wanted, only to find it in a damp, rundown boutique above a solarium, 200 metres from the nearest main shopping precinct. Galleries were low-key and the key Melbourne artists exhibited their work on the alley walls. Graffitti and stencil art was the Caravaggio of the old Melbourne culture. These days, exploring Melbourne culture seems all too easy and hard at the same time. Turn a corner and there's another shopping precinct, turn another and there are 4 look-alike clubs and bars to choose from, head down towards the Shrine of Rememberence and the galleries are packed... spray paint and soap stains the gutters.
Perhaps I'm feeling trapped. I always felt that Melbourne was always an experience of freedom. I can feel the city is getting smaller, the faces all too familiar. My circumstance reminds me of a Series 5 episode of 'Sex And The City', where Samantha, persistant with the notion that New York is no longer exciting, begins to refer to New York as 'Old York'. It seems that we as a community may not be the only ones, but also Melbourne itself, that is over-indulging and compromising what was the integral heartbeat of our city. Time to simplify.
On Air with BlackPunk: Destiny's Child - Lose My Breath
posted by Christopher at
9:16 PM
1 Comments:
Simplicity is often not so simple.
It is most regretable that one can let Melbourne culture do such severe "damage" to them. Perhaps one of the not-so-simple way is to take control of own's life. But many of us would prefer being drifted.
Deep.
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