The beach culture runs strong here, even in the city, and it's amazing how much you forget when you've been away from it long enough. Culture shock doesn't happen every day or at least it's not something you'd expect to experience from your own culture. An overload on the senses, familiar yet unfamiliar, it's no different than the last visit but then there's nothing that's unchanged. The smell of jasmine and the sight of mangoes growing on the street, frangipanis and palm trees line the weatherboard houses- spiders webs spun between most things- the lorikeets screech and there's a hum of crickets, cicadas and a clicking of geckos. The sun beats down on the concrete with a radiating heat that lasts long after the sun goes down. There are new buildings, roads and stores, faster internet and the promise of cafés around the corner, but the sky is still Queensland blue and the gums are still dusty red. It's got it's own charm.
Freja Beha Erichsen by Cass Bird, Shore Leave, UK Vogue
Decade Diary by Bernadette Pascua