Happy hour is a magical time in most places but when faced with 14 hectares of natural pristine beauty it's taken to a whole other level.

The world heritage gardens of Hobart are like secret lands within a fantasy novel, each with their own story. The wind blows differently in sections of this secluded space. We discover the kept track of the Japanese Gardens first, and slowly work through the conservatory, bleak Anatartic Garden and working food Garden. Autumnal foilage lingers off the trees, a clear reminder that the seasons are not as defined as they once were. Like most good things concerned with nature, the warm hues of twiglight bring with them a colour with which to frame each life, each trunk and each grassy knoll.

We find solace in the fluidity and the choreography of the grounds, each working seamlessly together to bring the earth as one.

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Sascha Callaghan

“I look at moral responsibility and brain, mind and law. Then there is always a bit of a feminist string to the bow, only because part of the fun in living now is thinking about, what does it mean to be a woman or a guy?”

Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens

Tasmanian native, the cork oak is the perfect balance between foliage and trunk. Like the harmony and balance conveyed of a renaissance painting, this is the key art piece of these immersive gardens.

Louise Acret

“Taking a user need and creating a tech solution which suits is really cool, but can both facilitate and hinder human connection.”