At whistling distance west of the CBD and with a terrain unsuitable for the aerobically challenged, Paddington began life in the 1860’s as “The Back of the Goal”. A colourful history ensued. It’s leafy ridges and hollows are awash with iconic Queenslanders and worker’s cottages in varying states of renovation or decay. Once home to the working class, fringe dwellers and students, the last ten years has seen an influx of professionals promenading it’s terraces with takeaway coffee, dogs and prams in tow. Any weekend sees an army of day-trippers populating the 2km strip of cafes, op-shops, antique and retro stores that sit cheek by jowl with the inevitable galleries, salons and homeware retailers. I’ve lived here for 20 years and think of it as a silk-frock-with-a-torn-petticoat kind of place.
Pictures and words by Loulou McPhee. Website here www.louloumcphee.weebly.com