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Showing posts with label Architectural detail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Architectural detail. Show all posts
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Sinuous, Kent Street, The Haymarket
Monday, 13 September 2010
The sound of egos colliding
| Hobartville Stud at Richmond |
| Above Left: The Rectory at Windsor; Above Right: the Rectory's stables; Below: St Matthew's Windsor |
Then onto 'Hobartville' at Richmond which is attributed to Greenway for all sorts of architectural reasons. It is a stunning setting and really rustic collection of outhouses not generally open to the public. More on that tomorrow. This tour was led by Scott Carlin from the Historic Houses Trust.
We finished our inspections with a wander around Greenlees at Menangle across the river from John MacArthur's Camden estate. The gestation of this building is all very skulduggery with both Kitchen and Greenway involved in the plans and the building of same. But with Kitchen carking it and Greenway generally getting everyone offside, it is a rollicking yarn. Macquarie by this time had been recalled for being too profligate.
| Left: Entrance to Hyde Park Barracks; Right: St James from HP Barracks |
On Sunday with the pealing of church bells resounding in our ears, we accompanied Robert Griffin, Curator of The Mint, around the Queen's Square precinct at the head of Macquarie Street, where he elaborated on the design 'phases' of the area and the various proposals for a 'haussman-like' makeover, especially after the 1909 Royal Commission. The aim was to gain an understanding of the urban design involved in the siting of Hyde Park Barracks, The Mint (and the original three-winged hospital), St James, and the Supreme Court buildings.
| Above: The spire atop St James; Below Left: detail from St James northern wall; Below Right: the vista down to the Supreme Court |
| Greenlees at Menangle |
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Elizabeth Bay - The beauty of crumbling age
Elizabeth Bay is like an ageing matron who wastes before one’s eyes. With hay-stalk hair, and sagging bosom, she slashes the lipstick where once fulsome lips puckered. Desperate for that one last fling at the ball, she throws herself at everyone, but only the rapacious are remotely interested.
The footings of each apartment building cling to the rocky outcrops of the ridge that runs down to the Bay. The footings cling, the buildings huddle – and, together, they slowly subside. The suburb is peopled with the ageing bodies of European mid-century devastation. They are the character and the soul of the suburb, but they are rapidly diminishing. It is a suburb of those without dependants – families need space. The pleasures of Elizabeth Bay reside in this very jumbledness. It is a melange of buildings, of styles, of socioeconomics, and of culture. Most emphatically of all, it is NOT boring.
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