CARLTON TENEMENT, 3AM

Late, late one night in 2006, I drove into the car park of a Carlton commission house slated for demolition and found myself intrigued by interplay of a nearby streetlight and the drizzly windshield. It looked for all the world like flames; eerie portent of the building's imminent demise. I took some shots, then drove to a mate's place to watch Australia beat Japan in a World Cup stage match.