'I can't recall the exact moment I realised I'd fallen in love with Picnic At Hanging Rock but when I did, like most love affairs, I fell hard'- Noel Anderson
A Dream Within A Dream
Playing Cupid On The Addictive Webseries NEXT…
'A man came up to me called Rob Lobosco, he'd won his tickets in a competition to see the show I directed, thought my direction good, and asked if I'd like to direct a web series called NEXT...about the perils of internet dating'
Crab Claws by Noel Anderson
The shop was pretty ordinary, situated on Exhibition Street opposite the Comedy Theatre. If you blinked, you'd miss it. They sold crab claws, the best in Melbourne so the sign in the window outside stated. Mrs Cray stood facing the red and gold oriental door and wondered if she should try them, rain pelting her, clothes... Continue Reading →
The Cleveland Line
The carriage is quiet. I stare out the window beyond, at the endless service stations, mini supermarkets and used car dealers. Yes, I'm sitting on the Cleveland line...on the Cleveland Line everything is a sign I think.
Death Takes A Holiday
As a teenager I knew death intimately, circumstances left me trying to comprehend the end of life instead of living it, having experienced three deaths in my family before I turned twenty. The impact of each individual passing was unnerving...so as a kid I dreamt about death. It was hard not to dream those dreams... Continue Reading →
An Email To My 17 Year Old Self
Recently I took a two week holiday to contemplate what next in life. There was nothing wrong, I just felt stuck in a life less than what I saw for myself inside my head, and I found it aggravating. So, I thought it a good time to stop...and tram 5 stop 37 seemed like as good a place as any... Continue Reading →
I Wear The Same Size Shirt As William Holden from Sunset Boulevard
"Hello Noel it's June, I've got job for you, filming in the Blue Mountains, starring William Holden, you know from the Hollywood. Can you talk?"
CONFIDE IN ME – A Pop Podcast
‘Music is the great healer of broken hearts. I know, cause I've been there, I've been broken'
The Anderson Projects 2015 (Or I’m Creative Get Me Out Of Here!)
A year isn't a long time, but a lot can happen. My life so often is about things I dream up to do. I am not somebody who waits for things to happen, I actively seek out adventure. 2015 was a year of major triumphs and disappointments, sometimes hand in hand on the same project. This... Continue Reading →
Lunch by Noel Anderson
Have you heard much about AIDS lately? It's a month before Christmas late 1980's, I'm waiting in the cafe at the Australian Film, Television and Radio School in North Sydney for my friend to arrive. He is already late. We hadn't seen each other for sometime, catching up more often than not over the phone,... Continue Reading →
Harlequin ink 