James Packer gets no credit from my acquaintances. Everything is symbolism with the new casino at Barangaroo.
Evil is always looming in the background with any work of genius. You can’t judge the book by its driver.
When the dust has settled after the age of greed has passed, the casino will emerge. It’s not the second coming after the twin towers demise but the new casino has risen like a ghost from the murky waters of Barangaroo, resplendent.
It has two heroic angles, one from Darling Harbour where it is dead sexy and one from the approach to the city from the bridge, where these photos were taken.
It’s kinda scary if you look at it with eyes wide open, like all good works are a bit scary. It makes its neighbours prosaic, ordinary, uninSPIREing.
Even as we go round the corner of the city into Balmain, we are not afforded the same curves, it puts up a challenge to the bridge and declares, I am The New Edge.