White CastlePosted: July 4, 2016 Filed under: Favourite Buildings, Shops, Southern Sydney | Tags: carlton, furniture showroom, keith lord, princes highway, white castle 13 Comments
The highway curves then is straight for a stretch. The road widens here and the speed limit increases to 70, so in the rush of traffic there’s almost not enough time to notice the roadside scenes. Rows of red brick houses; the last remaining city Sizzler restaurant, with its banner advertising its salad bar and cheese toast; the marble retailer with its ragged-edged slabs stacked up like huge books. Then there’s the White Castle, rising up serenely from its asphalt surroundings.
Upon seeing the sign for White Castle, the difference between my mental image of a white castle and the reality of this building immediately flashes to mind. I imagine that once it was a fairytale castle with multiple storeys and turrets. Then one day it was melted down and squashed flat into this long box of a building, with only the name remaining as a memory of its previous identity.
In truth the White Castle building was constructed in 1970 as a Keith Lord discount furniture showroom. At the time Keith Lord was something of an innovator in terms of display and merchandising, constructing a series of striking and capacious breezeblock and colonnaded stores across Sydney. In 1970 this building was described as “ultra modern and luxurious”, stocking everything you might need to furnish your suburban home comfortably, even including features included a “sound lounge”, where shoppers could test out “stereograms” before purchase. This was an era of furnishing and nesting, of stocking suburban homes with new appliances and items such as the “buffet and hutch”, a word combination that sends me, madeleine-like, back to listening to tv ads as a child in the 1980s.
The other Keith Lord showrooms have, by now, disappeared (Ashfield – burnt out then demolished for Westconnex) or been modified to the point of obscurity (Hornsby, Kennards self storage). At the White Castle, although the building is the same, the merchandise has shifted somewhat from the sofas and dining settings that used to be sold within. Outside are banners advertising oil paintings and mirrors, giftware and porcelein, but mostly the White Castle sells kitchenware. It is the place to go if you need a 98 litre cooking pot, or a croquembouche pan, or a set of Splayds (miraculously still available).
In the 1970s and 80s Keith Lord was a place where dreams came in the form of lounge suites and refrigerators, “space age” microwave ovens and extendable dining tables. As I wander through the aisles of saucepans in White Castle, I can imagine how it would have been in here back then, testing out the brown velour couches. These couches would eventually end their life sagging in 1990s sharehouse loungerooms, but back then they were plump, their synthetic pile fresh. Shoppers moved from sofa setting to dining room package deal, from scene to scene, trialling out potential futures.
Now inside White Castle it is like a city, where the roads are the narrow rows in between high shelves of kitchen equipment. The baking pan precinct adjoins whisk row, beside the zone of bulk paper napkins. There is a serious atmosphere, no music playing in the background, just the rustle of stock being unpacked and murmurs of deliberation about paring knives or baguette pans. I go in search of the oil paintings, which are arranged into narrow corridors at one end of the store. Here I am enclosed between snow and forest scenes, with a few Napoleons en garde.
Staring at Napoleon, I can imagine a whole room around this one item in its carved wood frame. I’m having a Keith Lord moment, imagining Napoleon above the tan leather sofa, as I cue up an eight track and consider a glass of brandy…
I leave White Castle clutching my newly-purchased baking tray, walking out along under the colonnade, past the carpark palm trees and the corner window display of a Buddha head, telescope, and an advertisement for Chasseur cooking pots.
Then I’m back in the real city, or at least a suburban stretch of it, with construction cranes decorating the horizon, and across the road real estate signs offering the whole block for sale, a “unique” development opportunity, the likes of which there seems to be more and more.
I love your blogs! I haven’t heard the name Keith Lord in years and I especially enjoyed taking
this trip down memory lane from the comfort of my brown velour lounge originally bought by my parents in the 1980’s quite possibly from Keith Lord!
Thank Naomi! Yes just the name Keith Lord is so evocative of that era of home furnishings – and 80s life in general.
This brings back many memories!
Good to hear, thank Jules – yes as I was writing it I felt like I was spiralling into a bit of a time warp!
Every time I drive past this surreal shop, I fantasise that one day I’ll go inside. Thanks for taking me there. Rose
Thanks Rose – it’s worth a visit, I’d never seen so many different kinds of baking pan!
We use our Splayds regularly. Surprisingly useful.
I’ll have to give them a go – I once saw a box of gold plated Splayds in an op shop and have regretted not buying them ever since.
Yes – we also use our Splayds weekly – surprisingly useful implements. But gold-plated would be heaven!
Fascinating! I’ve always wondered about this place whenever I’ve driven past. I’ll have to check it out properly one day.
Remember modular lounges? They were the ones made from cubes, which could be shifted around and combined. Very fashionable in 1978.
My big treat was to go to Walton’s in Bankstown and look at the electrical appliances. I distinctly remember pleading with my Mother to buy a Whirlpool washing machine. But she bought a Simpson because it was what her sister had. She did eventually buy a Whirlpool. Persistence pays off!
So well written. I enjoyed this. Thanks. 🙂🙏