I haven’t been able to bring myself to listen to this interview I did with Radio New Zealand Nine to Noon .
I probably should, seeing it’s the most in-depth interview I’ve done, but I hate listening to my own voice.
This was recorded while I was still working full time in between weekend urbex adventures. It was in between a job, and we had to find a quiet public space to have the phone interview.
We parked at the end of an industrial area, and I walked across a couple of parks to get to a football field where I waited for the call to come through from New Zealand.
I was actually starting to get a little bit nervous so I started walking laps while waiting to do the interview. When it was time to record, I hadn’t stopped walking laps!
Kathryn obviously picked up on something and during the interview and asked if I was moving around. My cover was blown! Can you tell in the audio that I’m walking?
In the end, it was a good chat, we got into urban exploration, histories, communities and photography of course, and I’m very thankful to Radio New Zealand for taking an interest in my work.
You can listen to the full interview here
The Mungo Scott Flour Mill in Summer Hill was one of the first places I photographed after moving back to Sydney from Melbourne.
It was an interesting way to get back into urban exploration. I’d had a short hiatus after the birth of my daughter so I was a bit rusty.
I was doing the rounds trying to see if I could find a way inside the Mungo Scott Flour Mill, in a bit of a panic to be honest. I guess it’s those out of practice nerves.
Then out of nowhere I saw an elderly gentleman just walked in through an opened gate. I watched him for a while, and it was clear he was lost and didn’t mean to end up in there. After a while, he left via the same gate and continued on his way so I did the same thing. I would plead that I’m lost, with my camera if anyone asks.
Then on entering the first building, I came face to face with a small group of copper thieves raiding a switchboard.
We got into a minor argument about who had/had no right to be on the premises. They then proceeded to tell me that they were sent by the insurance company to disconnect the power to a building that has been out of business since 2007. On a Sunday in singlet and thongs no less.
So we agreed to disagree. I told them they are full of shit and I will go over there to take photos, and they can stay here keep disconnecting the power.