Finding Focus
















A few months ago I moved into the city—but Perth does not have an urban bone in its body. Most people that can afford to live in the cit
y are 20-something office workers paying for overpriced small apartments, or extreme yuppies paying six figures for penthouses. I live in a building dubbed the Central Flats, a 90-year-old apartment complex for which I pay an appropriate amount to inhabit. 

The Central Flats were built for the mistress of a wealthy European man who’d migrated to Australia in the 1920s. The flats essentially aimed to keep her occupied and, from what I’ve deduced, keep her silent.

Perth is relatively unassuming on its surface level, between its few skyscrapers, historical buildings, meager parks, and many street lights. But since becoming a Perth urbanite, I’ve looked closer; I've found color, texture, shape, design, and exquisiteness. All hidden in the cracks of its humble form and function. 


By Cole Baxter

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