After I got over freaking out about the crowds, I quite enjoyed my time in town. I had eggplant curry and sticky meat for lunch. Read a magazine (summer edition of Earth Garden), watched the children looking at the Myer windows, looked at bookshops, had coffee at the post office corner and watched the crowds. Gerard convinced me to go to supercheap CDs for his present but I still had to go to JB HiFi in the end. It looked awful but was a cinch, they were so super organised and relaxed enough to engage in chit chat about the CDs I was buying. On the way to the tram home, I was momentarily taken aback by this. As I took the photo, the buildings behind seemed to sway in the breeze. Except that the air was still.
Zappo head by Howard Arkley. This one is called Ambassador and is by Mariele Neudecker. I expected that it would be much more imposing than it was. I mean, you could take shocking pictures with it in the background but I'm not sure that in this context it says all that much. Maybe I'd feel differently if I walked past it each day.