A French-born artist’s twenty year devotion to his work has turned a patch of graffiti into a Sydney landmark.
A statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.
Mitch Marinic, 17, has chased down garbage trucks all over Sydney to film and photograph them, and now he’s working as a garbo. He gives his insights into the city’s dirty secrets.
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.
Three of our islands exist only in name because they have been sold by mysterious debtors. We demand to know: Where are our islands? And who got the money?
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
Joseph has the Wednesday evening commuters bouncing to a reggae beat.
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.
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.
We speak to Lyndal Irons about her photographic exhibition documenting the final days of Petersham’s iconic Oxford Tavern.