West End sits cheek to cheek with the city centre in my home town Brisbane. Once the home of the city's workers it was dotted with importers and exporters warehouses by the river. The Greeks raised their families after the war while the radicals and the hippies called it home in the 60s (and still do). Vietnamese opened restaurants in the 70s, students overcrowded rooms in the 80s and finally developers mass produced million dollar apartments with city views. But it has always been the artists' home, the most colourful part of town. The architect has designed his home and created a haven for his family. It has referenced its architectural past, considered the climate, used innovative materials and celebrated the colour that is West End. Now it's up for sale. Time for a new family to move in and thumb their noses at the rabbit warren of overpriced concrete boxes the developers so want them to buy.
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