At 21, music producer Harley Streten shot to global fame as Flume. Within a few years, he was alone, depressed and drinking too much. Then the pandemic happened – and ‘it was one of the best years of my life’
In a trio of overgrown garden beds, tomatoes and chillies climb towards the sky. There are bite-size capsicums, both green and orange, plus bushy shrubs of parsley and rosemary. Somewhere in here, I am told, is pumpkin and sweet potato.
“I had a bunch of kale, too, but it died when I was at Coachella,” Harley Streten says.
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