Humidity, bush, Chinese food. Chatswood is a built up city next to a giant park, a juxtaposition of industrialisation and nature; like the massive apartment blocks that look over a river. It’s the way humidity captures and intensifies the pollution and the exhaust; it ‘thickens’ them, it is almost tangible. There’s a certain time of the day in Newtown when everything comes to life — around 11 o’clock when the Thai restaurants start cooking rice and midday when people come to eat it.
Rice, trees and bushfire smoke as the undertone, acrid, sweetness of the humidity, it smells warm. The scent of walking through the city and being surrounded by the smells.