I door knock. I door knock for the Labor party and I have all over Sydney. I love it.

I’ve door knocked in Penrith where the streets smell of a pungent floral smell ’cause the council had just completed urban regeneration. I think of Sydney and I think of doors.

A quintessential Sydney door for me was one I found in Hurstville. It was red lacquered. I knocked on the door and a Chinese woman answered. We spoke about education and she brought her Anglo husband over. Her daughter was there and she was dating a Muslim Indonesian. That’s a Sydney house for me because it was a blend of ideology.

SCENT

Chinese incense, Halal food, freshly cut grass form the lawn and the flowers that made in the path.

By

Katherine Hudson