A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
Chris Ryan was driving to Wollongong, expecting to see smog rising from steelworks, when instead he was struck by a tall, Oriental-style building rising above the landscape.
Perth artist Mike Rigoll finds, “Every truly big city has its own energy: a heady, pulse-quickening verve that can overwhelm or inspire in equal measure.”
Scruffy Murphy’s is not just home to cheap schnitzel and discount jugs of beer. On Wednesday nights it adds a touch of glamour as it hosts Drag Queen Karaoke.
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
“What is that thing?… And what’s that smell?” Anyone who’s spent enough time in North Bondi for the wind to change direction will have heard a visitor ask such questions.
The RSPCA’s fundraising day was full of good intentions. But Jeremy Chunn found that with thousands of well-fed dogs, the scene soon turned ugly.
A French-born artist’s twenty year devotion to his work has turned a patch of graffiti into a Sydney landmark.
We speak to Lyndal Irons about her photographic exhibition documenting the final days of Petersham’s iconic Oxford Tavern.
A statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.