Last month I flew across Australia to a conference in Perth, and after three days in conference rooms got down to Fremantle -- the furthest west I have ever been -- to see the Indian Ocean for the first time.
It looks like an ocean. Salt-air. Infinity. Gulls.
My camera batteries expired at the sight, but you've seen photos of the ocean. It looks just like that. Only the color of the rocks on the beach (creamy beige, not orange as in Sydney) announced that this was another shore. Later, batteries found, I took the parting shot above, more for the crustacean Western Australian Martime Museum on the left, a credible echo of the Sydney Opera House.
Perth is a recent city, mostly grown in the last few decades on the white-hot boom of natural resource extraction for hungry Asian tigers.
Tiny historic
cores attest to how little was here until very recently, while new growth takes the form of lowrise modernism lining wide boulevards, often evoking the less memorable parts of Los Angeles. Yet so much is just like any Australian capital:
- A CBD, located on a river or inlet a few km from the open sea, spiked with thin towers, each marked on top as the phallus of a particular resource extractor or bank.
- One or more dense beachfront communities, on the ocean nearby.
- Pedestrianized streets in the CBD.
- Many pedestrian-friendly business districts, even in some low-density areas.
- A train system, the oldest parts dating from the 19th century. (Despite its low density, Perth has excellent public transport.)
- A major park with meticulously labeled botanical garden.
- A generous range of citywide parks, often including continuous parklands along waterways.
- Many distinct communities, most with their own pedestrian-scale shopping area.
- A state art gallery
- A state historical museum
- A state library.
- The state parliament and ministries, mostly quite concentrated in the core.
Of all the capitals I’ve visited, Perth seems the most reducible to the formula. I looked in vain for anything that would distinguish it, something like the distinctive tropical Victorian architecture of old Brisbane, or the rectilinear town plan of Adelaide, or the maritime grittiness of Hobart. The cream-colored rocks on the beach were finally the best assurance that I was specifically in Perth, rather than in the Platonic Form called Australian Capital.
This is not to criticize Perth, of course; like Vancouver it suffers from the lack of history, but the comparison with Vancouver suggests how much a city needs neighbors in order to find itself. Vancouver is blessed with membership in two very intimate urban clubs. It's a Canadian city, which sets it alongside Toronto and Montréal in a country that values cities and sees them as important expressions of the national project. But it's also a west coast city, a natural peer of Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco, and these neighbors sharing a similar geography have been able to share more intimate secrets and develop more nuanced rivaries. Perth is so lonely that it must rely on its small, well-travelled elite to build its identity. The result is a less self-reflective city, but without doubt an intensely serene and happy one.
Interesting post, thank you. I'd never stopped to consider the Australian city "template" before but now see that it is just that. I've only been to Perth a couple of times but remember it chiefly for its vivid whiteness... whereas Sydney has that dirty sandstone colour, Melbourne is all blue-grey, and Brisbane is infused with a golden beeryness. Really enjoying this blog.
Posted by: Meredith | 2006.10.12 at 16:33
A coastal town built on natural resource extraction. Recent growth and lack of local "natural peer cities." Austraila builds Perth. We build Houston?
Posted by: Peter | 2006.10.18 at 18:29
I love this. Thank you. Perth is one of those places I used to stare at on maps and wonder about when I was eight years old -- so very far away from anywhere else!
Posted by: dale | 2006.10.24 at 15:36
Ha! I walked across that wharf on January 2nd 1956...
I hope the new museum has change the exhibition philosophy. When I was there a few years ago, it was housed on the very site where the liners tied up. It had plenty of submarines and tugs etc, but almost no mention of the migrants who came ashore. To get that, we have to go up to the old Fremantle Asylum to the Fremantle History Museum.
Posted by: david tiley | 2006.10.25 at 02:02
hey..did I meet you in the freo markets? If so How random!
Posted by: jo | 2006.11.18 at 01:38
No. I dont think so now...but great post!
Posted by: jo | 2006.11.18 at 01:40