For the last few months Hermione Merry and I have been dreaming up a photo story that we would shoot with friends and family in a glorious relaxed and playful camping trip at Mt Franklin. Cue crazy once in a decade style floods, winds and lighting cracking trees near little families snuggled in tents pegged to within am inch of their lives. It was a bit rushed and chaotic but there were moments when it felt pretty grand and below are a few glimpses from the day before we work out what we are going to do with it all.
Abandoned buildings
Yesterday we finally went and explored the old warehouse that backs on to the alley behind our house. We have always wondered whats inside its beautiful old brick interior and the newly open door hanging off its hinges finally enticed us in. I would have been in total bliss finding this place when I was studying textiles at art school at a time when I was quite enamored with abandoned spaces (The Empty Show). The first room we wade through is a musty thread soup, opening up into a vast area of dusty machines, boxes spilling thread, spikey implements, and graffiti practice.
Below is the work of some photographers whose evocative images document the beauty and melancholy of abandoned places.
David Maisel
Library of Dust
2005 — 2006
“. . . these canisters hold the cremated remains of patients from an American psychiatric hospital. Oddly reminiscent of bullet casings, the canisters are literal gravesites. Reacting with their ash inhabitants, the canisters are now blooming with secondary minerals, articulating new metallic landscapes.”
— Geoff Manaugh, Contemporary
Edward Burtynsky
http://www.edwardburtynsky.com
‘The city of Shenyang, located in China’s northeast Tiexi District, was until very recently China’s industrial backbone and home to the most densely focused concentration of heavy industry.’
Kevin Bauman
100 Abandoned Houses
‘The abandoned houses project began innocently enough roughly ten years ago. I actually began photographing abandonment in Detroit in the mid 90’s as a creative outlet, and as a way of satisfying my curiosity with the state of my home town. I had always found it to be amazing, depressing, and perplexing that a once great city could find itself in such great distress, all the while surrounded by such affluence.’
Yves Marchand & Romain Meffre
‘Ruins are the visible symbols and landmarks of our societies
and their changes, small pieces of history in suspension.’
92 years
When we were last in Canberra we stayed with my dad and my sister at my nana’s house, where she has lived for as long as I can remember. My grandfather was an ambassador and the house is full of beautiful old things from the places they were posted. The house hasn’t changed much since I was a child – being pleasantly horrified by grandpa’s tales of having to politely eat goats eyeballs, which can’t be chewed and have to be swallowed whole, dropping all manner of things into the laundry shoot and running down the stairs to fish them out of the perfectly placed laundry basket below and bathing in 5cm of water in the pink girls bathroom so I wouldn’t drown.
Kahn/Selesnick
We have long admired the work of Richard Selesnick and Nicholas Kahn who have been have been collaborating as Kahn/Selesnick since 1988. Their staged photographs in imagined landscapes are stunning and especially interesting for us to be looking back over at the moment as we are developing a series of cinematic style photographic works based at Mt Franklin.
Suspended
Tower
Pfingsthlwheel
Wool Traders
Marsh Island Worm Hole
Bog Ferryman
Found their way here
As always we are falling in love with old things and their endless potential life stories. From the collection of the White House in Daylesford.



























































