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Bruce Howard, Chloe, Christina Binning Wilson, Flickr, Hero of Waterloo Hotel, Joseph Lefebvre, National Hotel Brisbane, National Library of Australia, Paris Salon, Wrest Point Casino, Young and Jackson Hotel Melbourne
By Sandshoe
Chloe is the most famous painting in ‘Australian Pubs’, although there are more famous pubs like, perhaps for Queensland, the National Hotel in Brisbane
that featured with distinction in an enquiry into police corruption in Queensland, unless it’s The Hero of Waterloo in Sydney,
surely not the Wrest Point Casino in Hobart in Tasmania and so on.
The photos I have linked to were all taken by Bruce Howard, the book’s photographer and mate of the writer, Melbourne journo, John Larkins. A little research discovered the photos in the book are held by the National Library of Australia and available for viewing on the internet. You can link to other views by Bruce Howard if you are interested in following up on this photographer here – a page of links found by google search using the words ‘bruce howard image National Library of Australia’. National Library of Australia btw is the largest reference library in Australia and says you have to tell them if you want to publish anything they hold other than for study and research.
C’est la vie. This is a study.
Chloe hangs in Melbourne, Victoria in a pub called Young and Jackson that is opposite Flinders Street Station, as famous as you betcha. Here’s the Station in 2010.
I recall happy times in that locale for the first time in 1969, 19 years old and meeting a friend there (at the station) who gave me directions he would be standing under the clock reading a newspaper (look out for a trench coat). I couldn’t have been more enchanted and wonder where Max is to catch up for old times’ sake.
You can imagine travellers walking across the road to Young and Jackson that started in 1861 as the Princes Bridge Hotel –
– that was renamed in 1875 after the persons who took it on, Henry Young and Thomas Jackson. Max and I did (walk across the road) to put our heads in for an historic glimpse of Chloe.
The model for Chloe, whose real name was Marie, was said to be 19.
As recorded in ‘Australian Pubs’, Chloe was painted in Paris in 1875 by Jules Lefebvre and won the ‘Grand Medal at the Paris Salon‘. If you see on wikipedia a photo of a portrait of a woman with a revealing cleavage and caption claiming it caused a stir at the Salon in 1884, I cannot imagine what the showing of Chloe created.
The painting was purchased by one Melbourne Doctor, Thomas Fitzgerald and bought for the Hotel in 1908 for 800 pounds. Anybody interested to read more about the painting, can find a history here.
Here is a wikipedia link to the artist.
‘Australian Pubs’ was published in 1973. I picked it up for a dollar at a Friends of the Library book sale recently in Adelaide. The significance of the painting on the cover could only be in my thinking – apart from the excellent quality of the photograph – evidence of the Australia-wide resistance in the 1960s and 1970s by artists against a pernicious conservatism, but corruption that publicised gatherings of artists and philosophers in Australia as anti-social and dangerous although especially if grouped around the peace movement. Attempts using the least evidence of nudity or implication in art to bring ‘persons of interest’ into law courts on charges of moral offence allegedly caused by works of art was a standard ploy. Be that maybe motivation of editorial choice, the first sentence is ‘This has been thirsty work’. The flyleaf of the front cover describes the book as ‘the result of a 25,000-mile pub crawl’. The text is very well written and the photos excellent that illustrate 86 hotels in all – if my counting is right as the index is not numbered.
Beautifully edited. ’Australian Pubs’ – text by John Larkins – photographs by Bruce Howard – published by Rigby – First edition 1973 and reprinted each year to this edition 1976.
FOOTNOTE:
Published. orig. at Blipfoto by Kangaroo Friday 21 February, 2014
Sandshoe has been Kangaroo at the social media photography site, Blipfoto, since May of 2013 a.k.a. Kanga, Roo, Kay, K, and as Christina, sometimes by her full name. She says:-
I have a Blipland friend who is “Shoe”. I restrict my handle to Kangaroo as a social courtesy, but have made it known I am also Sandshoe a.k.a.”Shoe” at the Pigs Arms. I have written about Blipfoto before for the Pigs Arms when I was far less experienced a photographer and commenter.
The principle is upload a photo a day. 170 countries are represented to date on blipfoto and there have been 22 milion shared comments, those increasing as we think about it.
I have uploaded 280 images and comment on a round of photographers’ ‘blips’ most days. My own network extends across the countries of Scotland, England, Ireland, Portugal, South Africa, Sri Lanka, Singapore, Japan, Taiwan, Hong Kong, the United Arab Emirates, America, Canada, New Zealand; at least 6 blippers I know of since I joined Blipfoto have embarked on strenuous travel through Europe, Italy, France, Greece and Asia while some travel between countries every day in the course of their employment.
I am currently following a blipper’s journey through Russia. Australian blippers are all over, including who live on the same railway line and surrounding districts. I write some poetry as reply to poetry, especially sometimes write prose. Some blippers write very lengthy diaries based on their personal interests, sometimes their research and professional interests, some DJ and others only upload a photo. Some blippers meet socially, others team up for photographic projects. Professional photographers and amateurs alike meet at Blipfoto.





Ah Shoe thank you for this. The first thing I like is the book. My grandmother had this I and I loved the front picture with the old bloke in the hat toasting Chloe. Thought I had the book here somewhere, probably at my fathers place. I walk down into The Rocks most lunchtimes but never quite make “The hero”. Its a tiny pub, doesn’t serve Trotters though.
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Lovely book, isn’t it algy and that’s not a word of exaggeration. Beautiful production. Likely one of the best social histories. Thank you for your appreciation.
When you walk down into The Rocks you are walking in the footsteps of my children’s paternal forebears who I found only last year …there. The 2xg-grandparents and their daughter. The daughter, the great-grandmother, subsequently married a man who managed a boarding house at the address in George Street where the post office is. The indicator comes up on the map at the little square next door to the building. Awesome, eh. Made me cry.
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sandshoe, when i see a beautiful old building I say a little prayer: pretty please, do not pull it down, let it live and stand and delight me…
I noticed the other day that the old Post Office building in Mittagong was under wraps, they are renovating it. We were once taken to a funniest little old pub in Crookwell, it only fitted about ten people in it, a true village drinking hole…
Good pictures, nice story, shoe.
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I went a small pub a t a place called Majors Creek once. The front bar looked like it would hold about 5-6 people, got strange looks too. Wondered when the banjo playing would start.
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I think it was the pub at Lagan. It was so small only fitted midis.
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No, it was Laggan.
http://www.visitnsw.com/destinations/country-nsw/goulburn-area/crookwell/accommodation/laggan-hotel
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http://www.majorscreek.org.au/ThePub
It hasn’t changed this one at Majors Creek, Elrington Hotel.
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Thank you, kind helvi for your comment.
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Lovely piece, ‘Shoe. They sure don’t make them like that any more.
And the article is good too.
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Lovely story and great topic – Pubs. The foundation of many of village. Had a beer once in Young and Jacksons probably the same year Shoe was there would you believe. There was a very old pub in my local village and it was famous. New owners bulldozed it back in the 70s and new pub had no character. The old one had a dirt floor – it would have required a lot of work to keep going. The village had five pubs at one stage – travelling was thirsty work. A lot of very solid good country pubs still exist thank goodness. I think Echuca has the record for the most number of pubs in the town. The one still operating near the wharf is a gem to explore – historically still in one piece.
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I will be back later, Vivienne to try to do justice to your kind comment. I tried to load a comment yesterday with a link in it for you. It would not load for some reason.
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I pop in to the Young and Jackson’s for a pint or two whenever I head home. It still has plenty of character despite the tourists (like me) and the posers. My favourite Melbourne pub is still the Prince of Wales (Toorak) with The Esplanade (St. Kilda) a close second but that’s mostly because of all the great music those places introduced me too. Melbourne Pubs were all about music in the 80s when I frequented them.
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Looking it up online, I see the original Esplanade was built in 1878 and The Prince of Wales Hotel in 1920. The only one I know in Melbourne is The Grand because I was lodged there (once) for a conference or The Windsor as it was called. That is beautiful inside and anybody can walk in and see the interior and its treasures.
Next time I am in Melbourne I will go into the Prince of Wales and the Esplanade, Nev. To think I lived there for a year and never went to a pub. Tsk!
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Thank the Goddess, I was trying to avoid looking like a dick by NOT emailing the boss, re: me password.
Great story, ‘shoe, believe it or not, I bloody loves pubs!! The architecture, the strange little spaces (The Cellar), the nude pictures…Oh, I’ve said too much, but I have been into the Young ‘n’ Jackson, for a butchers…very nice, ‘igh brow stuff.
Been to Wrest Point, just the outside, giant bloody rissole club, sans the cheap eats for the oldies.
Keep up the terrific work.
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It seemed to me they built that Wrest Point Casino in Hobart near overnight, Big M. That was its relativity to my history. I knew the venue there we referred to as the Wrest Point Tavern when I was billeted in a nearby University college. Recalling …the student bloke came back in the middle of a night without knowing his room was let for the holidays hahaha …Rory or something, Roland, might remember his name.
The Tavern there was a warm and hospitable design and I recall the tavern was a huge space with windows outlooking onto a swathe of grass (?) … it was a place such as I had never been in, given anyway how very few pubs I had seen the inside of as quite a number of us were underage. As well women didn’t drink in public bars on the mainland. The parties we had at the Tavern were legends because it was packed to the rafters with musicians. I recall standing on the bar. I hadn’t remembered until now. Wonder what else I have in my head.
Thank you for your encouragement, Big M. My next contribution is a short story and I hope you enjoy that too,
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Thanks, ‘shoe, I didn’t realise that you had studied in Hobart, or that Wrest Point had a tavern, which was clearly wrecked to make way for the casino. The original tavern may have been the better option, although state governments have trouble giving income from gambling!
Look forward to the next story.
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OK password panickers. Kick back and relax. I just needed to show ‘Shoe how the post would look before we opened the doors to all. So… go forth, read and with your very considered views, comment away.
Off you go now, there’s a good patron 🙂
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Not much of a patron, still ‘ere after ‘Gentlemen please!!’
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