Portrait of Céline at week 17 of her pregnancy on both digital and film cameras.
A Sunday funday with my nephew Sammy & Benny down at the local skatepark. So stoked to see the little guy trying to be just like his dad… sessioning skateparks is in his genes!
Nestled between modern high rise apartments and businesses of the CBD, hidden behind the facades of some of the last original remaining remnants of a bygone Brisbane, would you believe lies a private service station complete with old rusty jerry cans and a fully funtional fuel bowser. I imagine Rock’N'Roll George pulling in for an oil change and top up before cruising the streets of Brisbane in his ’52 FX Holden back in the day.
Each side of the retro fuel pump is leased by two separate car rental companies and is used daily for convenient, mind you ‘premium priced’ refuelling of its inner city fleets.
I originally visited the site over ten years ago then with my trusty old film slr, though since have never returned thinking it would have most definitely met its demise like so much of the other CBD’s early heritage structures. Recently strolling casually past the roller door with my camera, I was able to slip on in to capture a few frames with the kind aid of an employee with a key.
Here’s to the inner city servo and lets hope it stands to see another 10 years!
Last week I headed out to Cherbourg, north west a few hours from Brisbane to introduce an exciting new project I’m fortunate to be involved with, in teaching mobile journalism to indigenous youth. The project is in its early beginnings so I look forward to sharing more with you as it is rolled out. In the meantime here are a handful of photographs from the road trip out west!