Sydney Modern has a complexity of form that can be hard to understand and is evidently also hard to photograph. The only way to capture it as a whole is from the air, from where it looks a bit like a rectilinear dog’s breakfast. The landscaped roof terraces will eventually grow, soften and unify the whole, but the point is: this is a building that doesn’t privilege being looked at, like most contemporary museums. Rather it is itself a machine for looking: certainly at art and at other people but also, more unusually, for looking outward to the world. | 
