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An aural tour of the Sydney CBD as seen through the mind's ear of an acoustic Flâner
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An aural tour of the Sydney CBD as seen through the mind's ear of an acoustic Flâner
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One person’s lyrical imaginings of what Sydney was like before the arrival of white settlement and the constant reinvention that human habitation demands.
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Does a ‘place’ capture and record the musings and emotions of those that transverse it’s territory, or is landscape a neutral canvas that is oblivious to our ‘human’ dilemmas.
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Each Saturday thousands of Sydneysiders and visitors make the pilgrimage from their homes to the archetypical antipodeans bizarre, the Glebe Markets. Glebe Markets is a cacophony of visual delights, undiscovered treasures, music and a ‘Babel’ of shouted conversation and salespersonship.
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A meditation on the choice of an insecure existence. That place between the unknown and emancipation.
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Travelling can be a very solitary experience; you’re a foreigner in an alien landscape, you’re uncertain, fascinated and alone. A simple gesture of hospitality can be at once liberating and an opportunity to reflect on what it might be like to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
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Film and memory are blurred constructs; they are the subjective realities that become our objective realities or at least the measures that we contextualise our place in this world by. Friendship, however fluid, endures.
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In World War II thousands of Australian woman chose to carry the battle by shouldering the workload that resulted from the absence of male agricultural workers who had gone off to fight on foreign fields. This is the story of one of those women.
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Andrea was a good girl, she prayed and took communion, but life has a funny way of turning full circle. Where the ends meet is what really matters, but it’s the middle that everybody talks about.
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What’s it like growing up in a world where you are not quite black and not quite white – Coloured in fact. Well Olive’s child knows just what it’s like.
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