Love or hate? I’m not sure, but this daggy shopping centre holds a strange fascination for me. It’s both utter nothingness and fond nostalgia. Reminiscent of the dystopian moment a time traveller from the future might return to in a movie, perhaps just at the point before hyper-capitalism ran the world into a Cormac McCarthy-type state.
I like how there are lots of old people sitting on benches or in those 90s-style shopping centre lounges, sometimes socialising with their friends, other times without apparent purpose. You just don’t see that in Northcote’s hipster cafes. Is it just that they feel it’s not their turf? Or is there a more concrete reason?