In a lonely street
A short story in which I speculate on the fate of a character I wrote about as a much younger man—and who continues to haunt me still.
A short story in which I speculate on the fate of a character I wrote about as a much younger man—and who continues to haunt me still.
‘From this epoch derive the arcades and intérieurs, the exhibition halls and panoramas. They are residues of a dream world.’
— Walter Benjamin, The Arcades Project (p. 13)
Sydney’s Queen Victoria Building is a bizarre Byzantine bazaar, a constantinopolean cathedral consecrated to commerce in the grand nineteenth century tradition. Through the great rounded arches of its windows at dusk, it gives the flâneur a fortuitous glimpse of a world of light and colour, like a movie painted in the monochromatic darkness of a cinema…
In this prose poem, Dean Kyte meditates on one of Melbourne’s most alluring paradoxes…
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In this brief essay, Dean Kyte meditates on the virtues of the Super 8 film format. Special thanks to nanolab for developing and digitizing the footage.
A sneak preview of my forthcoming Blu-ray Disc Cinescritos: Writings in Image & Sound, which will be released in early 2019 in the Dean Kyte Bookstore. The disc comes with a full-colour, illustrated essay booklet.

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Nearly five years in the making, the third instalment in a very irregular series of video essays examines Luis Buñuel’s controversial Spanish film Viridiana. Winner of the Palme d’Or at the 1961 Festival de Cannes, it would become a massive international hit—and a massive embarrassment to the Franco régime which commissioned it…
‘… [T]he writer-dandy and by extension the director-dandy are arguably in a privileged position as they can apply their ideals to the limitless realm of fiction. The latter even has the potential to fulfil the depressive’s ultimate dream, the creation of a hermetic, artificial and complete world in accordance with his own highly individual ideal of beauty, his specific tastes.’ — Philip Mann, The Dandy at Dusk: Taste and Melancholy in the Twentieth Century.