A French-born artist’s twenty year devotion to his work has turned a patch of graffiti into a Sydney landmark.
The Sydney sold in tourism ads is one of golden beaches, blue skies and a sparkling harbour. In a series of noirish photographs Christian Ferreiro, a graphic designer, has captured an altogether different place.
A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
We speak to Lyndal Irons about her photographic exhibition documenting the final days of Petersham’s iconic Oxford Tavern.
A picture’s worth a thousand words. Enjoy a roughly-written 5000 word essay on 24-hours in Sydney.
Scruffy Murphy’s is more associated with glassings than gastronomy. As a serious foodie who eats at least three times a day, I’m a little nervous about what the chef will plate up.
Sydney Outsider’s Tom Collins gets on the sauce at the source.
A month out from Christmas Santa is at work on the streets of Alexandria trying to illicit a beep from drivers.
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.”
On a narrow street in Newtown a giant dog towers above the traffic. Passers-by double take at the massive sculpture. Cars slow down as they pass the trailer it sits on, and come to a stop as drivers stare.