The exterior turns a cold shoulder to the neighbourhood. What on earth is behind the stark concrete walls in Albert Park, Melbourne? A warehouse? A commercial space? A bijou shabby chic home? Well yes, of course! We are pausing here on our stalking whistle stop tour to show that not everything is as it seems. Imagine what is hiding behind all those blank walls. No windows to peer through, no idea. Secretly though I popped this house up because I love old gramophone horns as lampshades and I spy four. Link here while it lasts.