RHAPSODY IN BLUE
It’s my favourite time of year. Spring. When the first adventurous bathers join the rusted-on Dupain-like sunbakers on the sand. The rocky promontories of Sydney’s unique coves and bays are calling and first-in-season swimmers stud the outcrops like barnacles, albeit shivering with warm coffee in hand. Extracting the swimsuit from a knot of long packed-away bikinis and maillots, we barely think about which to wear in the
