I always felt CP was Melbourne's mini World trade Center (NYC). Hence from the distance profile, these twins stood out. Really made Melbourne look like a big city in the 1980s. There much in Eastern side of CBD. Times have changed.

i thought exactly the same its interesting how the windows change on the higher floors

Just a thought....? I know every commercial project has no rights to its views over surrounding property. But if you think of the cost of putting a restaurant 35 stories up that has just about the best view in Melbourne...........over the river, parkland then to the Bay.Asthetics better than Crown or even the Rialto, and then a new building stands in front just high enough to block that view. It may as well be at ground level like every other restaurant.Hopefully some views will stay but the panoramic view was incredible.

As time goes by the East end has more towers which is great but the problem I have with rules etc. is that all the towers end up roughly the same height. From a distance Collins place, Nauru House, 101 and 120 Collins St. are a block of similar height, the spires etc on 101 and 120 save the bandness of their heights. Just that they are all close by each other. The cluster of towers at either end of the City look terrific but pinnacles reaching higher would give it a more dramatic look. I know it is gone now as well but the Lower Manhatten look of Pre - Chase Bank was magic. Not that I'm against modern Architecture or buildings but can't they think of the area as a whole and not just the site.............too contoversial I guess if next door can build bigger on a similar site ?

yadda, yadda, yadda that will offset the ugly (well, IMO anyway) brown of the twins - even more yadda, yadda, yadda

Im fond of C.P. but I don't like the "baby shit" brown either.You have been warned, the both of you. The Collins Place polizia ie me are acutely watching your posts on your derogatory posts in regard to C.P..

Well gee, that's great you are fond of C.P. Icanseeformiles...however that isn't enough to "cut it" esp. the comment of of "but I don't like the "baby shit" brown either.

I willl not, I repeat, will not hear a bad word about the fabulous Collins Place. It is theee best 70s designed scraper complex in Australia.

These "Brown pieces of shit" used to own the Melbourne skyline.

They sucked it upwards in an incredible fashion.

You youngun's just do not remember Melbourne before them.

Here are some photos I took - you can date them. Can you?

http://www.users.bigpond.com/stclair2/collinsplace1.jpg

http://www.users.bigpond.com/stclair2/collinsplace2.jpg

http://www.users.bigpond.com/stclair2/collinsplace3.jpg

Won't hear a word against them. Grrr

Cheers,

Adam

corrrr, he's back! after....1 year??? Happy 102nd birthday btw ;)

re: date, I'd put it around 1983/1984/1985 - pre-Rialto days? :)

"Corrrrr?" You sound like a Carry On film...

Last post was in October last year.

Photos are from 1983.

For the more observant viewers at home, you may have noticed that the last photo was taken during the construction of Telecom and Casseldon. To use the current vernacular Eureka owns this piece of the skyline now and the prospect of its increasing its erection further is quite startling. I have seen videos where much the same thing occurred..

Cheers,

Adam

Thanks Adam from Oz for the photo

You can see CP look like the WTC (nyc) in 1983
from Adam from Oz third photo.

They look very tall in those days, and stood out no matter how saw Melbourne skyline. Soon as you saw them,you know your back at home.

I like CP, as they pioneer the new generation of tall buildings in Melbourne in 1980s. As much National Bank and BHP house in 1970s.

Eureka will soon take over this mantle.

Ghostly tales from the core of No. 44 (http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2004/09/24/1095961861449.html?oneclick=true)
The Age (www.theage.com.au)
25 September 2004

http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/09/24/ghostly_wideweb__430x295.jpg

A former Herald reporter, Garry Barker, remembers boisterous, boozy, wonderful days in the great, grey news factory in Flinders Street.

Alf Brown was the high priest of Victorian football, and the great grey building standing on the corner of Flinders and Exhibition streets was his temple.

When Brown wrote in The Herald, Melbourne hung on every word and the VFL trembled. These were days when Melbourne was all about its suburbs, its battlers and its rising stars. Television had not arrived, and footy was a club game that lived on the passions of the fans, not pop-star hype.

Brown was great, but just one of many extraordinary journalists who from their spiritual home on the third floor of 44 Flinders Street helped shape the city, and were themselves shaped.

Today, the old building's facade is being preserved, including the landmark Eiffel-style radio towers and the name signs, as builders turn it into 61 apartments with a 40-storey office tower behind.

Nothing remains of the glass doors, elegantly labelled in gold, "Literary Staff". The bronze door to the office of Sir Keith Murdoch, legendary father of Rupert, has gone.

Only the ghosts are left, lifting their glasses and saying that they always knew the beancounters would inherit the earth.

Five decades ago this was a place of huge vitality and influence. You felt its urgent energy pulse in your body - the rumble of the presses in the basement, the cicada-sound of the linotype machines on the fourth floor, the rattle of typewriters and the ringing phones.

More than 1 million newspapers daily poured out of it into a city then little more than 2 million souls. To be a Herald reporter was to be among the angels, even if some of them drank too much and cheated on their wives. But it was their life, and they were reporters first and always.

I grew up on The Herald, but the cast of characters on our sister paper, The Sun News-Pictorial, was as great and as talented - larger-than-life Tom Prior, Jim Davies at the Trades Hall, John Hill at State Parliament and consummate cricket writer Kevin Hogan.

The two papers were great rivals, as were their racing writers Bert Wolfe, "Cardigan" on The Herald and Bill Hughes, "Sunstar" on The Sun - and not to mention Jack Elliott, who succeeded Wolfe.

The dapper Stuart Legge was a figure of fun when he talked of friends at Buckingham Palace, but it was true.

Keith Murdoch shaped the Herald and Weekly Times, but its real builder was Sir John Williams, a shy man who was vastly more generous than most realised.

His editor-in-chief, Jack Waters, was called Promising Jack because of his jovial promises of pay rises that seldom materialised. Waters had an unerring eye for a story that would have the readers shedding a tear and flocking to buy.

News was paramount, but footy vital. I remember senior football writer John Craven the morning after a grand final. "Do you know what they want?" he cried. "It's only just over, and they want the prospects for next year." But the city lapped it up.

Jack Eddy was the finance editor, an alcoholic genius who started his day in Lou Richards' bar drinking "hotties". Cold beer hurt his fillings, so the barmaid tempered his glass with boiling water before filling it. He could be legless, but still dictate a masterly piece.

Isabel Carter, was one of many fine journalists on both papers who suffered from the fashion of keeping female reporters tied to, well, fashion. Some escaped the net, not least Claudia Wright.

Bob Clark, the railways roundsman, bought suits at Sammy Bear, in Russell Street, and, so we cadets alleged, perused the death notices for people his size.

Bea Warren, an amazing woman, held the place together like a regimental sergeant-major of the newsroom, managing a succession of chiefs-of-staff ranging from Reg Leonard to Ron Hobbs, Adrian Deamer and John Fitzgerald. Hobbs started early and fortified himself for the day with what he called cold tea.

The names go on, almost forever - Bill Tipping, Keith Dunstan, Bill Noble, Graeme Edwards, John Monks - Alwyn Lee who once rivetted Melbourne with stories about a phantom motor bike rider "terrorising" the suburbs.

Thus encouraged, he invented a pack of hungry dogs prowling the outer suburbs and did well until Sir Keith's wife, Elisabeth, a patron of the RSPCA, insisted "something be done" to help those dogs. Next day Lee's story was headlined: "Dog Pack Moves North".

I think the E&Y core box is being removed :(

If so, its a lot shorter then what I had expected!

huh? How can it go from this to topped out in a week????

Diagram by Cul on 22 September:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v158/culwulla/eandycmpare.jpg

A core reconfig maybe?

Grollo, I too am very very confused, but the western portion of the core box was gone this morning! Arrrgghhh

it has not topped out. Its only about 90m up on the way to 165m. So take it easy boys.

It could be a re-configuration.

Cheers

Dean - Melbourne

Yeah , the core is just being reconfigured to a smaller core now that it is about 1/2 way up. The higher you go , the less elevator shafts you need i suppose !

cheers

Lozza :bowtie:

apparently its been reduced to just 90m high due to funding costs.
JUST KIDDING! i reckon just a core reconfig too!
we need a recent pic to show everyone.

Cul , with all your contacts, u might be able to angle omni cam on top of 101 Collins down to get a shot of E & Y Plaza's Core ! hehe !

Cheers

Lozza :bowtie:

:lol:

pay particular attention to the core Aussie Steve ;)

http://www.thehoddlegrid.net/dump/142135.jpg

^ Adam From Oz.