Carlton, Melbourne, 2011
In the 60’s Carlton was the place to be. The university was there, along with the Italian restaurants and the double storey terrace houses. We shared six to a house for $9/week, cooked in woks and our lives were like a never ending chemistry experiment.
We had the music and we plastered the inside walls of our rooms with posters of our favourite bands.
Bob was there, of course – everyone had Bob Dylan looking down on them in their double bed.
Well it’s 2011 and it seems that Bob’s still there, but his fresh face is at the window now for some reason, looking outwards. Those fiercely intelligent eyes scrutinize the ideal world that his ardent afficionados said they were going to build, all those years ago.
Bob, you don’t look too happy – not too pleased with what you see?