A showcase of the worst examples of architecture, design, culture and humanity in Perth Western Australia. Posts may contain adult concepts and occasional coarse language. Commenters and those submitting material should read the policy page first.
There’s someone in town who really doesn’t like 6PR Radio. I know that narrows it down to everyone less than 70 years of age, but this particular person often likes to vent their spray on this old corner shop on East Parade in East Perth. I sometimes suspect a The Worst of Perth reader. My suspicions fall variously on Cohen, Calabrese, Skink, Bedford Crackpot and Rolly, but perhaps it will turn out to be a Murder on The Orient Express affair with all of them holding the spray can. Out of Perthers, you could listen to 6PR online but don’t, unless you like to hear pensioners whining about immigration and eating dog food, and how they laid their down their wives for young people during the war…
I’ve made the mistake in the past of going back the next day, or even a few hours after spotting a new daub, only to find the pith painted over quick time. I’ve missed “Sattler 6PRacist” and something about Brad Hardie being a moronic loser, or bankrupt, or something. You can see where they have been painted out. This time however I swung across two lanes of commuters to get the Barra version. The thing is, Barra is one of the least offensive in the crew of this good ship Venus, just an amiable bumbler who played a bit of sport. Oh well, one man’s amiable bumbler is another man’s fat wog cunt I suppose.
The hunger for skanks is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
~Mother Teresa
Grovesy sent in this from John forrest National Park. I have a nagging feeling it was mentioned or sent in by someone else months ago, but I couldn’t find it in the 40 pages of emails. Sorry if Grovesy is getting your credit. Let me know and I’ll add you in. Now I love skanks as much as the next guy, but a simple burnout in her driveway would surely be enough? That someone should love skanks enough to carve it into solid timber concrete … Ah there is still romance in this cynical old world.
So much nostalgia and memories of 80’s nightclubs in comments lately. I wonder how much for Dirty Dick’s in Cambridge Street? We’ve had mention of Dirty’s before, but I found this LP at The record Finder in fremantle celebrating the worldwide sucess of Dirty Dick’s. For some reason it was hugely popular for decades. Ah the memories, Dick Swisher, frustrated Fanny…Almost worth wearing a paper bib to experience.
Finally got a chance to see the long awaited and much hyped Bon Scott sculpture yesterday. (Had to get away from Beaufort street for a while). Oddly it’s stuck in the corner of a glorified fish and chip shop. (Cicerellos?) I don’t know if this is Bon’s “final resting place” or not. Please no.
Well what can I say? It’s not bad enough to be interesting, but not good enough to be interesting either. Reminds me a lot of the earnest, bland work of the Smith pair who have infested Perth with a huge number of earnest, bland but terrible bronzes. Lifesize realistic bronzes never, ever work. They always end up as a sort of apologetic diminishing of the subject. Only a totally over the top or even surreal piece is ever going to make a remarkable work. 20ft high this might have had something. Small, it looks sad. You’ve got to feel for the artists commissioned for these pieces. They know that getting the essence of the character cannot be done with a lifelike sculpture, but they also know that imagination deprived city administrators will never have the “kahunas” for something good. The artwork should be all about the larger than life features of the subject, something that painters seem to achieve more easily, but this type of sculpture never can be better than the strictly physical likeness. Sad. A sort of half realistic image of a shortarse in the corner of a chip shop. Also saw the mannequins below representing gaoler and prisoner at The Roundhouse. Somehow they were more satisfying than the Bon.
Had a lot of submissions in the last couple of weeks, and some promised to go up have been delayed a bit. Sorry. Coming. The most extraordinary submission was from International correspondent Bento, jaunting the globe in the company of a good woman, still managing to snap a few international worsts (or wursts in this case). He’s hit The US, prague and about to go to Russia. Behold Prague Sausage Man. Awesome Bento. How cool to have an international correspondent. Can you get a shot of a murdered journalist in Moscow B? Would be much appreciated.
Also from Bento, Subway Prague.
Another submission from Paul who doesn’t like this house in Vic Park. Is it a different view of this house we’ve had already? Could be same architect. I quite like it actually. Looks like a marble riverboat gambler boat. Paul Says…
This eyesore has a great view of the private high school that borders Shepperton Rd and Duncan St and consistently mars my walk to the Broken Hill Hotel. I thought it might look a little better if compared to some of the other examples of terrible architecture already posted to your site.
One from Teh ‘Rage, Rottobloggo’s David Cohen of the Communications Centre door propped open at QEII. A nice simple worst to gladden the heart.
Maybe there should be a new worst category for naming police operations. The investigation into the boat sinking on Sydney harbour was named Strike Force Condor. A little over the top?
Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
Why is this obscenity rendered in blood on a footpath in Karawara? And whose blood was it? Has graffiti (not to mention dongers) become so passe that only blood soaked freehand will cut it? By the way Nietzche really comes to the party with the quote today doesn’t he?
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
They’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned Bob Dylan
Not to disparage Chappelli’s charity work, but does the man not look stoned as two Rastas in this shot? Let’s assume it was the photographer or graphic designer who was at fault, (I love to blame those guys), but he’s got to have a pizza in each fist right? What we can definitely blame the graphic designer for is the poster layout. Are we supposed to think Chappelli is actually in this scene? If so, why the studio lighting and the oddly proportioned young women obscuring the bucket bong? A better solution might have been a box to separate Chappell from charitees. Just ridiculous pasting him behind the kids. And what a cold and unemotional quote, supposedly from the great man. (I don’t think so). Especially when he looks like he’s more likely to say “Dave’s not here Man.”
It’s an emergency response team you plonkers. How about, “These kids are in danger. We’ve got to move fast and we need your help!” Looks like another case of free graphic design work and free copywriting to me.
Seen at Galleria Shopping Centre. I will drop a few Don Bradman 20c pieces their way if I see them again, despite everything.
I’ve been waiting for this place in Inglewood to be converted into a vanished worst for a very long time. I originally chose it for that stupid Chineser font that gets used every time something Asian is advertised. Dial a chopstix? Ai Ya! But I really liked the old rotary dial phone graphic. A concept now definitely vanished. The interior is rather modern chic too.
From the magazine for crackpots, Nova, comes this ad. Meditate as deeply (in fact more deeply) than a Zen monk? Despite some careful breathing and chanting, Zen monks were mightily pissed off at this ad, seeing that some of them had wasted up to 70 years honing their meditation skills. It’s a wonder the monks didn’t go all Shaolin on Nova’s arse.
Mind you the monks could have seen it coming if they had called this creature. Her accuracy as well as her head are equally unnerving. Have you ever read Nova? I’d rather read the West’s prostitute ads than these. Ugh.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love London Court, despite, or perhaps because of how ridiculous the premise was and how out of place it is. For overseas worsters, London Court is a shopping centre built in Olde Englande style, in 1937. From the website, London Court is, “The only walk in the world outside Britain that has captured a setting and atmosphere so similar to that of Tudor England…”
That the chiming of the clock is one of the city’s most popular tourist attractions perhaps says more about Perth than London Court. Small crowds would gather when I was a kid to watch St George sluggishly poke a dragon, on one side, and knights joust on the hay Street side. And they still gather to watch it even today!
Brett at Freebeer reported an idiotic statement from ABC Chief Kim Dalton, calling for enforced Australian quotas on Australian broadband content! Has the man never used the internet? Just to keep Kim a little bit happier and increase Australian online content a little more, here is a video I made for TWOP television showing the frenzy that surrounds the chiming of the clock at London Court in Hay street. You won’t want to miss it.
