How I spent my last night in Sydney.

Watching home videos- taken on 8mm film- while eating left over pavlova surrounded by my family.

It was glorious. Especially watching grainy, silent movies of my brother running around in a kilt age 3.

This is Mum operating the movie projector (sorry if it's a weird size). Im writing this from my phone.

 

My brother's girlfriend laughing at him in the kilt, or some other strange 80s get up.

 We also watched footage of my parents' wedding i'd never seen. Golden.