Box Hill still carves its way through Khandallah in the same way that it shaped my 1960s childhood – in one of the few State houses in Wellington’s most gentrified suburb.

Named after the sentry-box on the military road from Wellington to Porirua in 1846, Box Hill formed my world – the terrifyingly steep trolley rides; the cold mornings & long summer evenings as paperboy; counting nails in the hardware shop.

As a sentinel to reflect the maverick & non-conformist views of Cinematographer Waka Attewell’s op-ed back catalogue, Boxhill seems an appropriate moniker.