Love, Fear, and Loathing in Perth

Three months in Perth and I’m feeling the need to distribute hugs.

It is not the perfect pink and gold sunrises over the glassy Swan River, bearing dolphins upstream to the imagined strains of spa music, that have brought this on.

Nor the buzzy cafe in a hoity-toity suburb, and strength of character that took this 20 something guy in his my-girlfriend-just-dumped-me-for-a-personal-trainer-wear to get up off the couch, pop on a suit jacket and aviators, and head out to his job, fashion forward.

No. It is the thread of angst that keeps popping up in otherwise happy places.

At a sunset concert, a balmy 26 degrees, barefoot girls with lovely skin in bamboo dresses, dancing on soft grass…

In the immensely secure arms of Kimbra’s amazing performance at the Metro last night before jetting off to the US…

On a security guards car. Even the Golf to the right looks angry…

C’mon Perth, my arms are wide open.


2 Comments on “Love, Fear, and Loathing in Perth”

  1. JB says:

    Very thought provoking post Nina. And great pictures. It is always different to be embedded in a city/community/country than just visiting. The sense of sloth and undercurrent of anger is a paradox in such a clean, booming city.
    I hope it is not a generational thing. We all rebelled when young, but you want to feel safe when walking late at night. There is a layer in all communities that feels society is at fault for all their problems. The only way they can improve their position is to get the chip off their shoulder and increase their self-esteem.

    Anyway, G missed your call the other day, and we were in Sydney when W was in Adelaide! G will give you a ring soon. So wishing you find the love and hugs in your new world.

    PS I was in Perth for 2 days at a conference this week but never saw anything but 2 taxis and inside of hotel!

    JB

    • Nina Williams says:

      Thanks JB. It is such a paradox! There is so much to love about Perth and a lotta love in Perth. Must say I always feel safe here, day or night. Helps to be 6ft and no shrinking violet, to be fair. To think you were in our midst. Lets hope you get a window for socialising next time!


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