Oooh i'm playing Siriusmo, so good in my earphones. This old warehouse-cum-gallery is adjacent to the above image. It's the Ray Hughes Gallery, a private collection of contemporary art set within the musky smell of fresh paint and hipster farts. It's beautiful even if you're not into art.
The next four images are a series of graffiti works on Violet and Whittell Sts that rocked my socks. I'd just been to Bourke St Bakery and, croissants in hand, snapped this hatted French man, beside which floated a turquoise skull. The black/white/khaki colour scheme works well with the surrounding environment. I'd say the skull was painted by a leecher-on.