In Cary Grant, Alfred Hitchcock certainly found the right man to be his Wrong Man. Grant wasn’t Hitch’s first Wrong Man, by any means, but he was his most debonair, his most whimsical, and, for all…
Notions of home are as much a projection of our dreams and memories as they are the bricks and linen cupboards that anchor them. Tangled in the sheets of inner-urban Melbourne, Arcadia is a fever dream of pastoral histories. Shafts of light lend weight to rustic walls; burnt-out chimneys dot the landscape, some still burning; distant views draw the eye; inside and out, the house is ablush with the perpetual hue of an early rise and an early rest. It’s enough to get the roosters crowing.
Dipping temps and red-tinged leaves mean we’ve got cabin fever. But in this case, that’s a good thing.
Dipping temps and red-tinged leaves mean we’ve got cabin fever. But in this case, that’s a good thing.
Notions of home are as much a projection of our dreams and memories as they are the bricks and linen cupboards that anchor them. Tangled in the sheets of inner-urban Melbourne, Arcadia is a fever dream of pastoral histories. Shafts of light lend weight to rustic walls; burnt-out chimneys dot the landscape, some still burning; distant views draw the eye; inside and out, the house is ablush with the perpetual hue of an early rise and an early rest. It’s enough to get the roosters crowing.
