"Hackney - it’s where the city meets the East. A ten minute walk outside my apartment and you’re in the CBD - London CBD with all its high buildings, perfect concrete and glass forms. Yet literally only a couple streets over you reach the East - with its grunge, street art, concrete in disrepair, its layers of stories…the streets tell the stories, I walk them continually, mesmerized. I love those contrasts. I feel that’s what makes it move. Because it’s a breathing place, lungs and soul, it’s in my blood now. Burning red."
A feature collaboration written by Melanie Pol on her observations living in London's East.
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A future unwritten.
East London musings.
"Creativity takes courage..."
Collab with Chloe Bucknell
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Photography: Janelle Grace
Displaced. You hadn't realised how comfortable you had become until the change kicks you out in broad daylight and the coat that you wore no longer fits you at all.
Everything familiar now feels unknown. What you see coloured by the sensory filter of a changing season and appearing alien, or perhaps you're the one who is now an alien. Lights flicker on, warm yellow spilling out the panes. And the grey fades in all around. Beckoning at you once more.
A patient we treated recently gave us the most beautiful card. What she wrote inside was touching, thanking our team for the support given throughout her cancer treatment, but I was captivated by the image on the front. It was a photograph of a semi-translucent, purple flower, perfectly illuminated against a stark white backdrop.
The image had been taken by Warwick Orme, an Australian fashion photographer who has a passion to capture images of flowers displaying their detail, shape and form. He is now known for his striking floral images backlit on a lightbox.
Seeing his work inspired me to try a similar technique and I was able to acquire a discarded X-ray lightbox from the depths of our radiation physics department. They kindly allowed me, somewhat quizzically perhaps, to take it home to shoot on.
These spring blossoms were from my lovely cousin Abbie who was in Sydney recently for a photo shoot. She foraged them on the roadside, while driving in from the country. We placed them in our entry way and I was able to capture some pictures of them before the petals completely dropped, like white paper confetti scattered all over the floor…
Afternoons spent creating.
So much love for this city, this urban metropolis.
It's an overcast day. Driving through the CBD. Observing the foggy mist obscure Centrepoint tower and then rearrange itself to reveal her again.
The street in front of me has little traffic on this Sunday afternoon. Cars clearing the way for pedestrians who are picking their way along the footpath, mostly overshadowed by umbrellas to shield them form the occasional wet onslaught.
The streets are primarily quiet though. Sydneysiders don't seem to handle rain well, treating it as West Canadian's would an unlikely blizzard in Vancouver itself. Drivers appear to lose their ability to drive. I try to lay off on the horn and remind myself to be gracious - maybe those drivers forever hesitating in front are lost tourists or locals who don't drive in the city regularly...
I look down Elizabeth street at the buildings up ahead on the bend. Some cream, some sandstone, green trim, windows, a curved facade. I like these buildings. They represent Sydney to me. Her with her cluster of buildings assembled around the harbour.
I don't know if its the weather, the gloomy grey and the lack of light but I seem to notice buildings I've never seen, details I have evidently passed over. It's as if I'm seeing the city in a different light, approaching from another angle. The streets appear familiar yet undiscovered. I appreciate anew the brief traverse from city to home and once again reflect on how much I appreciate living in this beautiful city. Even on a rainy, winters day...
That which stirs your spirit,
Which aligns with your heart,
That which enlivens your mind,
Which awakens your senses,
That which inspires your dreams,
Which resonates in your words,
That which flows from your soul,
Which enraptures your eyes,
That has you captivated...
Late brunch of gluten free pancakes and fresh berries. Quality time with two beautiful friends. Outdoor balconies. Blank page's. Glass jars of water with colour deepening minute by minute. Watercolour creations. This is good for the soul...
Photography: Janelle Grace & Katie Swain
A Melbourne friend from university took me out for a fabulous breakfast at a St Kilda cafe during a recent Melbourne visit.
miss jackson had a simplistic, minimalistic feel that captured us from the moment we walked in. Lots of white. Kinfolk magazines on display. We were early, some of the first customers on this cool summers morning. The staff were warm and hospitable. We took a seat in a quiet enclave and watched the customers filter in and the atmosphere transition. Here's a couple images from the morning...
Driving past Sydney's Centennial Park one afternoon I was captivated by the setting light and the small forest in the southern corner of the park. I so miss the evergreen forests of the Northern hemisphere and this felt like a little slice of it in Sydney.
We came here a couple days later to capture some of the general splendour. It was resemblant of Maria's Norwegian homeland, the forests surrounding her coastal home in the Northern part of that stunning country and it felt apt to take some carefree photos of her here...
Model: Maria Haaland
Photographer: Janelle Grace
Second Shooter & assistant: Rebecca Lang
Brighton. A quaint, seaside town just south of London we visited to see where my sister had lived when she first moved to the UK. In every phone call would paint me pictures of this quaint, seaside town and tell me stories of eventful moments she came across during her wanders.
Aqua water, a historic town centre, abounding vegetarian cafes, green parks with all the locals dining alfresco in the sunshine. Hidden alleyways with some of the most well stocked antique jewelry stores I've ever seen. Couples meandering down the aforementioned alleys hand in hand, peering in the windows laden with sparkling gems. Coloured bunting flitting in the breeze, contrasting against the British sky. Music posters basted up heralding the arrival of a small multitude of well known bands.
Its a seaside town with a creative heart attracting both the opulent and the bohemian.
My sisters and I wandered down a side lane and came across these vintage inspired tea rooms in Brighton. Fruit scones, tea, decadent cakes, complete with white linen tablecloths and the ladies serving dressed in theme. The atmosphere made you want to sit quietly and eat daintily but I may or may not have spilt cake on the white linen tablecloth and we certainly didn't crook our pinkies drinking tea, and we are rarely quiet when together.
[ What I wake up & see ]