Settle down children and we’ll tell you a story. A tale of our very first foray into the world of MCM before we really understood the term or the subject. Back in mists of the 1990s, while researching an art project we went hunting for the all-Australian fibro, pastel-toned, mid-century beach house of our childhood mind’s eye. A tour of the ti-treed lots of sleepy, mid-winter Anglesea was target numero uno, as we knew those hills to hold a trove of such homes. Film photos were taken (digital was a couple of years away), developed and cataloged away but some of these homes never, ever left our thoughts. And in the coming years with the coastal real estate market venturing into absurd new territory of aspiration and ownership we’d sometimes recall those buildings and sigh that they probably had fallen by the wayside. This house was one of them. Last seen last century, painted pale lemon, hiding in a thicket of dark trees on a large hilly block, those octagonal windows, entry patio and dynamic skillion roof-line were never going to be forgotten. Suffice to say we nearly fell off our chair when we we spotted it today, sparkling anew with an architect designed extension. It has not only survived as intact as we could probably hope for but thrives as a celebrated design reference still as practical and breezy beautiful as the day it was originally constructed 60 years ago. An endless summer is a true reality for a lucky few…………
