A statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.
A French-born artist’s twenty year devotion to his work has turned a patch of graffiti into a Sydney landmark.
With three professional fights to his name Ben Wrotniak is far from a seasoned boxer. You can imagine people still describing the 26-year-old as “a good kid.”
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 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.
A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
Chris Ryan is enchanted by a creature of the not-so-deep in Clovelly.
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.
If you’ve wasted money visiting Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in LA, it will sting you to find out you could have had the same thrill closer to home.