auckland-in-the-rain
and you know it’s all getting a bit much when auckland-in-the-rain just looks like …auckland.
once the old bastards die…
an interesting thing happened while we were watching the finals of the rugby world cup on marsden wharf earlier this year. this was the third wharf set up with large screens, but there was still a massive crowd, and this about an hour before the game started. we thought we were lucky to get to [...]
auckland graffiti wars: anzac ave
i’d written a while ago about the council’s destruction of askew’s art work on poynton terrace. that issue has since blown up a whole lot more (go to chapter 2), particularly because the council’s action was waaay out of line. the mayor has apologised, and hopefully askew will do the wall again, and council will [...]
street art/authority
i usually limit my public political commentary to nodding along to marty mars, scott hamilton and will de cleene. i tend to feel i do not know enough to comment just yet. however the attack on non-sponsored street art in auckland has gotten me pissed off enough to speak up. for background, the new mayor [...]
breathe/the city
i love living in this city. love walking down streets with cliff-like buildings looming over, or spattered with the colourful bits and remains of posters and sticker art; love the chatter of the pedestrian lights as they change to draw a swarm of people across or the sound of laughter in 17 different languages. i [...]
the light
onehunga reminds me very much of madanriting. a little tacky, a little rough around the edges, and not always ‘nice’; but just as much laughter and singing as any-richer-where else. i missed many opportunities to learn from madanriting when i lived there, nor did i give back as much as i could have. and sometimes, [...]
old rangitoto
rangitoto is a volcanic island just off auckland’s northern coastline, and can be seen from many parts of the city. it erupted about 600 years ago (within memory of the local maori tribes) and has entered their mythology. the ‘horizons’ refer, i guess, to the geographic and cultural positions of rangitoto…always horizons, rarely centre stage. [...]
