At Barkly Square (a pretty ordinary shopping mall in Brunswick: no nightingales here), I walked past the big glass windows of the little food court. Sitting up at the bar facing the windows (with the fish and chips, the "asian" food, the turkish bar, the hamburger joint and the roast chicken bar behind him) was a man with a big spoon, demolishing with gusto a large half of watermelon. Its lurid pink and green looked cartoonish against the quotidian drabness of his surroundings.
In April last year, I blogged about a woman eating cheerios in Philadelphia. Are two examples enough to constitute a series?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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3 comments:
I know Barkly square. It's an extraordinarily powerful image this watermelon, this spoon and this devouring man. Thanks.
Needless to say (?), I love vignettes like this one. The man with the lurid watermelon has implanted himself within my own image-bank: I won't be satisfied until I spot an analogue.
I love Barkly Sq, miss it even. I often used to linger there for the people watching.
You should go for the triffecta at least! A new trajectory in blogging.
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