bnfc: The City

We went into the City the other day to change the name registered for our new car. This little change to the government's records costs a wee $77. We thought (or I thought and J came along) that it would be nice to go and see the Australian navy's ships as they were docked in the harbour, so we walked along George Street, through the City towards Circular Quay where I assumed there would be a fleet of Australia's finest death machines waiting for us.

George St

It wasn't to be, alas. They had come and been or hadn't included the Quay in their route.

Sydney has, for some time now, been draped with banners and posters displaying an elderly Japanese lady with fluorescent pink hair and it just so happened that she was exhibiting some art in the MCA (C is for contemporary), which is at Circular Quay, so we decided to have a look. No photos were allowed so here is one of Yayoi Kusama inside one of her pieces:

Yayoi in her infinity room - we weren't allowed to stand on the toys.

So there were lots of rooms filled with things you wouldn't get in normal rooms. Most of the things were shiny and reflective, but some of the things were spotted and soft, like toys almost but not. There were some things that resembled pictures but they filled only one room.

Well, I still have no idea what to say about all Ms Kusama's stuff apart from that it was visually pleasing - the same can't be said about the rest of the MCA, which was utter bullshit.

We walked out, back onto George Street, into the Rocks. My favourite part of inner Sydney is the Rocks.

Rocks

All the tall, modern office blocks melt away at the end of the peninsular and you find yourself looking at pretty, low-rise Victorian buildings. And then the harbour bridge.