I have taken to storing a lot of unwanted stuff at my parents’ place. Specifically, in my brother’s old wardrobe. Nobody seems to have noticed yet. I rock up for dinner once a week, sneak into his old bedroom and tuck a few slightly-worn-out-but-too-good-to-throw-out clothes into the ever-growing pile in the wardrobe. Then I come back out discreetly and gorge myself on the goodness of my parents’ pantry. While surreptitiously stuffing some clothes into said wardrobe, I found this wonderful old set of postcards of Melbourne. Here are a few of the shots from an older, infinitely more Technicolour world.
:: Arwen ::