When I started out as journalist during the punk rock era the writers who were my friends and colleagues were publishing fanzines and independent books. There was a three tiered media system. With these fanzines being a direct part of the artistic community, the middle strata was made up of independent magazines that were able to pay a reasonable rate for stories and had adventurous editors, and the top level was the mainstream media, newspapers in the major cities and national magazines.
I quickly moved onto writing about architecture, design and technology but my approach to music stories was closer to urban studies than music criticism anyway. I was fascinated by the way that the punk rock musicians moved into abandoned and run down parts of the inner city in Melbourne and Sydney and created their own economy. Musicians made their own records and sold them to independent record stores, they were written about in the fanzines sold in these stores. The records were played on public radio. The bands set up run down and abandoned hotels as their own venues to perform in. It was a wide artistic community. Artists had studios in the inner city and set up temporary gallery spaces. Designers made clothes in back rooms of their stores or in workrooms in unfashionable inner city buildings. Film makers made videos for the bands and showed their short films at music venues. I liked the texture of city life, of manufacturing and residential and retail spaces and all mixed in together.
When I moved to New York in the late 1980’s I was writing principally for the British architecture magazine, Blueprint and I encountered a similar community. I was fascinated by the artists books sold at Printed Matter and the brochures and small publications I saw at the Storefront for Art and Architecture. The Storefront was still being run by its founder, Kyong Park, and he threw wild and lively parties. He had a knack for bringing together people who had everything or nothing in common and sparking debate. He made architecture seem like the most important and vital activity anyone could be involved with.
It was time when architects were rock stars and thanks to the goofy products of Philippe Starck industrial designers were nearly as famous. But Blueprint’s editor, Deyan Sudjic set the work of individual architects and designers within the fabric of the whole city, even the whole planet. I covered big stories: the opening of Royalton Hotel designed by Philippe Starck and the Guggenheim Museum’s plans to create international museums. But Deyan encouraged the smaller stories too and I wrote several features about the design exhibits at the Fashion Institute of Technology gallery on Seventh Avenue. I spent a lot of time with the late director, Richard Martin (who would go on to be the head of the Costume Department at the Metropolitan Museum) who showed me a lot of the clothing stored in the vaults and talked about the manufacturers and vendors in the neighbourhood. Manufacturing was winding down on Seventh Avenue and beginning to move out of the neighbourhood and even the city.
Last weekend at the library at Customs House I found a book called Endless Cities, which has a chapter by Deyan that talks about what Manhattan lost when the manufacturing moved out of the city. “Gentrification has always been a mixed blessing. In the crudest terms, it has never been popular among those who take a class-based view on development, and even for those who do not, there have been enough analytical studies to suggest that gentrification can be an employment killer. If Lower Manhattan’s warehouses had not been re-zoned for residential use – in the process allowing owners to capitalize on the increased value of their properties by driving out the small businesses specializing in tailoring, jewellery, printing and meat packing – there would be more jobs available in the city than there are today. It was such studies that provided the theoretical underpinning the Southwark’s stance. Explorations of the impact of gentrification in Manhattan have suggested that, although some streets may have been beautified and fashionable tourist attractions, coupled with zero-tolerance policy on crime, have helped to build a service economy, it has been at the expense of traditional industrial employers. High-income newcomers bring life of a certain kind into the city. It can be argued that successful cities are the ones attractive enough to persuade the market makers, the money brokers and the corporate rainmakers to move them. It can also be argued that their arrival serves to drive up property prices and to exclude those who grew up in them.”
When I was at the open day at the Australian Museum last Sunday I spent a little time looking through a couple of shelves of human artifacts, ancient tools and early artworks. It made me think of how much art there is in science museums. Scientists study bones and geology and project what an animal might have looked like, what kind of skin it might have had. Soft tissue doesn’t fossilize, so these are projections. There was a story in the New York Times science section last week about an palaeoartist, 






When I was standing in front of Melvin Vaniman’s panorama of the section of Sydney on George Street around the Sydney Town Hall and Queen Victoria Building at first it didn’t seem like much at all. I’ve been immersing myself in episodes of Spooks I’ve been borrowing from Video EZY and aerial sweeps of London, at the roof level of Vaniman’s photographs or overhead, are standard. And I can do something similar with Google Map Street View on my iPhone. But Vaniman’s photograph was taken in 1904. The Wright Brothers had only taken to the air the year before, and it would be another 64 years before we saw the whole Earth, photographed from the Moon’s orbit by the Apollo 8 crew. The defining view of our age is the tracking shot over the “Hades” cityscape at the beginning of Blade Runner that’s a 2019 equivalent to a Vaniman panorama. That’s when the Vaniman panorama suddenly became wondrous. I could look back in time with the perspective of my own time.
It genuinely feels like entering another time to stand in front of the panorama of wheat harvesting at Narramine Station in 1903. One hundred years might be a thousand years: the changes from that time until now are extraordinary.
Reg Mombassa’s remarkable new exhibition at Watters Gallery could be a relic from the future. If we go forward 200 years these artworks will be a chronicle of the flora and fauna of our time and how we viewed and valued them. In 1836 in Australia Charles Darwin was intrigued by a platypus and it sowed the seeds of what would become his theory of evolution. In an exhibition at the State Library of New South Wales there’s a report of him seeing a platypus and although it reminded him of a European water rat it was clearly a different species. “Would the Creator, mused Darwin, create an entirely different species in the antipodes with similar adaptions? Why not just place the water-rat in Australia? A similar thought occurred about the potoroo, which acted very much like a rabbit.” This was the genesis of Darwin’s theory that “species are not created once and for all but adapt to their environment.”
Early European visitors to Australia were generally astonished by the flora and fauna and didn’t know what to make of it. Artworks from the nineteenth century show that the artists were bewildered: this “monkey or bear of New South Wales” drawn by William Govett in the 1830’s must surely be a koala. Reg’s animal portraits show what happened next. European settlers brought in sheep and cattle and chickens to tame and re-shape the wilderness in the form of the world they’d left. The consequence was a confused hybrid world. There are portraits of animals that are part kangaroo, kiwi and sheep. Native Australian animals have been absorbed into the national identity. A kangaroo and kiwi in World War I uniforms smoke cigarettes together. But mostly Reg’s portraits restore dignity to the native animals by presenting them in all of their wonderful oddness.
While travelling through the countryside Reg draws the scenery in the way that other people take photographs. There are many drawings as small as holiday snapshots of trees seen from highways and power pylons and ordinary houses. But at this moment in time nature is not idyllic and the landscapes are punctuated with nightmare scenes of monsters cavorting in toxic waste. Catastrophe seems imminent. Australian Jesus is pictured taking an inventory as sheep, platypuses, ringtail possums, cattle, koalas and chickens are loaded onto an ark whose cabin is a suburban house. The most beautiful drawings are requiems, sketches taken from newspaper photographs of the landscape destroyed in the Victorian bushfires.