These images are focussed upon 'Five Ways' in Paddington, an inner city suburb of Sydney. It is where I live, but also where I feel ostracised from the rest of the country. Where I am accused of the most heinous of 'crimes', that of being part of the 'latte set'.
Where I drink coffee and ignore the welfare of my fellow countrymen. Where I breakfast at trendy cafes, and abandon others to the vagaries of cyclone, flood and fire. Where my own 'hip pocket' is more important than starving villagers in Africa and potential Muslim fundamentalists in Indonesia.
My own description makes me unworthy. I am a baby boomer. I am tertiary educated. I am not of an established religion. I am described as a 'bleeding heart small L liberal' because I think the resources of our country should be shared. I am a socialist, I am told. I am a pensioner, but fund it myself. A bludger of the worst kind. I don't watch television. I don't follow any football code. Find cricket boring. I don't read airport novels, nor science fiction, nor anything remotely described as genre. And bugger me, I am frequently polite.
And I don't think HE slagged a dead soldier, nor do I think HER tears were fake.