Moneyperry... November by Kian West


I'm a newcomer to Newcastle and one thing you notice when you don't have a decade-spanning memory of the city is the separation between the populated parts of town that seem to have been chosen to act as hubs for entirely random reasons. Darby Street and Beaumont street (to name two of the most prominent) are like self-contained islands divided by tectonic distances of very little (unless you're in the market for used cars or a trip to a brothel) with no clear path or plan to link the two. PDUFFIN01

The day-to-day result of living decentralised is that you spend much of your time drifting through the 'no-wheres' on the way to the 'somewheres'. I don't want to compare the wander between Beaumont Raj and The Grainstore to any significant human accomplishment but life here has given me an appreciation of the Polynesian cultures that would have had to tally up hundreds of hours at sea, carving across the murky void to the next habitable island.




I take my camera everywhere and, like everyone, my shots are mostly happy snaps of food and friends in the deliberately curated and population-rich parts of town. I'm starting to become more interested in documenting the part of Newcastle I spend an equal amount of time and yet never think about - transit.