Red Shoes

Jan. 21st, 2011 10:27 am
"There's someone wearing red shoes.

Take precise notes. Take the next left onto a public thoroughfare," the card from the Drift Deck told me.

The shoes were not completely red though, they had white bits on them also. They were trainers. The person was wearing a grey coat, with a hood that may have been up, or perhaps they were wearing a hat. I think they were wearing jeans. My memory of this person has already faded and my notes are not really very precise.

They were standing at a bus-stop though, presumably waiting for a bus. That's the important part. Where was the bus going to take them? I tried to imagine places they might be going.

Would the person with the red shoes get on that bus and take more and more different varieties of transport until they ended up at Shoemaker Road, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, in the USA? Perhaps the person with the red shoes was going there simply to buy an apple cherry walnut bagel from LeBus Bakery. Or maybe the person with the red shoes was going to Jodi Place in Guelph, Ontario, Canada to sit on the bench underneath a tree.

I stopped imagining and took the next left and it took me past the Headington Shark, and then after that, I went to work.

At the bottom of the card from the Drift Deck was a quote from Ivan Chtcheglov from Formulary for a New Urbanism.
Flip flop
That Tuesday evening was one of the hottest I could remember. Mugley and I wandered the streets of Melbourne, hiding in the shade of the laneways, behind our cameras.

The first laneway that I remember, was perhaps Manton Lane. A laneway with chalk signs indicating that God was close by, which after following the arrow, revealed the Incredible Hulk painted onto a van. A laneway with a door within a door. There was also a Laneway commission, Agony/Ecstasy: a neon sign, flashing, of a person on the verge of agony/ecstasy. The "adult zone" sign was apparently not part of the exhibit.

Zevenboom Lane was strangely appealing. Amongst the used condoms, bright pink suitcases, and cobwebs, was a bag of shoes. Shiny pink sandals, a single green jelly, fluffy pig slippers, black boots, flip-flops, and others, buried amongst the trash. We positioned them around the laneway and photographed them.

In other laneways there was much colourful graffiti, figures made out of tape measures, and oh, a plethora of bins and crates.

Leaving the laneways behind, we checked out a few memorials: the slightly odd JFK memorial, but also a memorial that strangely had the date engraved on it as one thousands of years in the future, placed there by time-travellers.

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