I live in St Kilda, and have for quite a bit of my life. I went to primary school there and high school as well. I’ve lived interstate, overseas, North-side, West-side, and still I return. Usually it’s unplanned but, nonetheless, I return.
A bay-side, south-eastern suburb of Melbourne, St. Kilda has long been known for it’s palm-tree skylines, European cake-shops, Sunday markets, rowdy backpackers, old rock’n rollers, seedy-pubs, eccentric locals, charity organisations, and Victorian fun-park vistas – a Venice Beach of Melbourne if you will.
While it’s certainly changing and is different to the 80s St Kilda of my youth, it retains many of its seasonal charms and more community than it’s given credit for.
Today was the annual St Kilda Festival. Often I choose to escape it at this time and leave the tourists to it… But today I grabbed my camera, and walked the streets – celebrating the energy and the creativity of the suburb and counting my blessings.