Tales of Sydney beaches
Living as we do, a stone’s throw from the ocean - or more precisely its sandy, warm-watered, wave-rich shoreline - it’s no surprise that we’re mad for the beach.
Here’s a handful of bite-sized stories, told by a cross-section of deadset Sydney ‘beachniks’.
They were developed as part of the Museum of Sydney’s hands on summer (past) exhibition Sand in the City and remind us that while our love and affection for the coast is widely shared, the motivations for ‘hitting the beach’, along with the range of things we do there, are many and varied.
So grab your thongs, cossies and towel, slap on some factor 30 and get ready for a frothy line-up of sunny, salty and sandy tales.
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Gary Crockett
Former curator
It was the dog-eared world of Rouse Hill House, back in 1991, that inspired Gary Crockett to become a curator. Gary produced exhibitions on convict, immigration and legal history at the Hyde Park Barracks, studied spatial history at the Museum of Sydney, collaborated with artists and tenants at Susannah Place, architects and engineers at Elizabeth Farm, designers at Rose Seidler House, curated Surf City, an ode to Sydney surf culture, along with a string of video, audioguide and interactive museum projects.
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