Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Up until this point in my life I wasn’t sure if the Sydney Opera House was real. Growing up watching terrestrial television, I’d see the occasional news story with the reporter standing in front of the Opera House talking directly into the camera about the latest beach, bank, or sunny day in Sydney. Pretty convincing evidence, until you watched the weather report in the last ten minutes of the broadcast. Looking closely, I noticed that the weather presenter wasn’t actually in low earth orbit pointing down to the cities and regions of New Zealand. They were standing in front of a screen with CGI being used project a graphic of the country onto the screen behind them.
Now we have the internet – a platform to democratise information by spreading truth around the globe. Knowing that the old institutions have rotted, I turned to the two new bastions of truth and wisdom: Tiktok and Instagram. One, a mobile app controlled by the CCP and filled with CIA psyops. The other, a mobile app controlled by the CIA and filled with CCP psyops. I searched these platforms for evidence that the Sydney Opera House existed, but the results were filled exclusively with advertisements for Squarespace, Audible, and Better Help. Use coupon code HOUSEANXIETY10 for ten percent off at checkout.
Pirates of the Tasman Sea.
Pirates of the Red Sea.
Pirates, for how much they charge for a pint.
Han Solo as a Pirate.
I’ve learned by now that sometimes I fall for conspiracy theories. A few years back I did independent research and established that the Giza Pyramids were actually gigantic origami figures made out of paper. Egypt is famous for barren landscapes of desert, with the small green belt established around the Nile. Obvious, when you think about it, because they had to cut down all the trees over the last millennia to keep making paper for the origami pyramids. This deep research led me to actually go to Giza and learn that they’d since raised gigantic stone blocks around the origami pyramids to protect them from the elements.
Under the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Under the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Under the impression that this thing wasn't real.
These photographs are from a few spring evenings walking around downtown Sydney. I was based out of Darling Harbour, the mid-range Hotel capital of the city, and must have walked the standard tourist beats along the coast and around the botanic garden. Aside from the tripod, I was travelling light with just my Sony camera and a 35mm Voigtlander f/2 lens.
On my last night there I finally got up close to the Opera House. I tapped on the outside a few times for good measure and confirm it’s real. Next up: Uluru.
Exhibit A.
Exhibit B.
Exhibit C. Objection. Sustained