A midnight in Melbourne.
The night was meant to start at a gin bar called Little Lon Distilling Co, selected for its testament to Lon, the person I have most consistently called a legend for 20+ years. But it was shut. We found another bar with a long and tasty list, and I may have eventually coerced everyone into drinking spiced rums on the rocks by midnight. The barman was crying about my interrogation to start with, but we were best friends (maybe) by the time I drank everything he recommended, they closed and kicked us out. It also consolidated my vision that the personal bar I plan to build on my deck is a now a merchant for gin and spiced rum. You have been warned.
Sometime after midnight we meandered with intent into the Berlin Bar, tucked away on the third floor of a building down the world’s tiniest and most sinister alley. Discreet coded entry, forced seating on either the Communist East and Capitalist West side, themed to the nines, and a cocktail with my new favourite spiced rum mean that I am planning a return trip to Melbourne in the imminent future.
Here are the photos.
If you find yourself contemplating the fact that nothing appears to be in focus, they are grainy AF, not composed properly and just plain bad. Me too. I love them. The camera is manual focus. We were in the darkest corners of terribly lit bars where even your eyes can’t see. I was drinking rum on the rocks. Give me a break.
Note that Vanna, Lon and Dave didn’t seem to have such a hard time using the camera to put some photos of me on the roll. Or get them in focus. Jerks.
Also. Yes. I ended up eating souvlaki at a 24hr institution. Then waking 4 hours later to take my children to Luna Park. You can only live like a massive cliche once……
Leica M10 + 35mm summilux at f/1.4. Also. ISO cranked to about 12600……….. don’t look too close.
