The St. Kilda Triangle Development must be stopped.
I grew up on the Esplanade in the block Sur La Mer top left where this sign is.
We got off the boat [good ship Toscana] in 1958 and effortlessly slipped into an Australian- Mittle European neighbourhood that was a perfect joy to a young street urchin. My mother opened a strudel shop in the old St.Kilda market in Acland Street where the supermarket development now stands. She stretched her dough on wooden tables and cooked them in two Early Kooka ovens to the delight of many other immigrants and locals.
My father had a fruit shop in Acland Street opposite the old Excellent café so the hood holds precious memories to this old St. Kilda boy.
But that was then, now a new sensibility is called for.
How can a bunch of developers be so greedy?
The momentum for rethinking of this atrocity is growing and hopefully the council will see and be guided to understand that for the long term survival of St.Kilda as a place of character and a sustainable recreational precinct, this development has to be re-designed.
To add your support go to http://www.savestkilda.org.au/
Reflections of an old ‘St.Kilda Bocher’
Sitting at my father’s side while he played cards at the Flamingo.
Sneaking in to the Palais and watching Erwin Rado from the top of the dome and not getting caught.
The smell of the ice at St.Moritz while listening to a scratchy Elvis singing Mystery Train around the rink.
Kicking a footy on the Peanut Farm.
Walking home from Lorca at midnight at the junction with the rhythm of flamenco in my head.
Listening to Pete Seeger songs at the “Fallout Shelter’ under the church hall on Brighton Road
Listening to the Stones and the Easybeats from the stage door at the Palais.
Lemon and Chocolate Gelato at the old Leo’s
Shnitzel at the Sheherezade and much later understanding the history after reading Arnold Zable’s extraordinary book Café Sheherezade.
Eating felafel with mates at the Lebanese restaurant on the corner of Chapel Street and Dandenong Road on the eve of the Six Day War thinking that the world has changed.
Coffee at The Black Rose
Sneaking in to the mock submarine from the movie On The Beach near South Pacific and painting a peace sign on it.
Taking guitar lessons from dear Rio Lani in Blessington St on a vintage Martin
South Pacific on weekends when families would order food from Fitzroy St to be delivered by waiters from Sarti to the beach.
South Pacific during the week where you could swim in through the broken bars under the surface and enter the set of West Side Story with the Wogs on the left and the Sharks on the right guarding the diving board. Not needing a towel because you could simply walk home……..
Watching the old Palais de Danse burn down, and much later again learning that it had a Walter Burley Griffin interior.
Opening day at the Dog’s bar with Don…
Have to stop…. Too much nostalgia.
One third the size is plenty for this development.
Thankfully the Astor has been saved.