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.
How the depressing daily journey into work was made just a little more depressing, so the people of Pine Street could get a good night’s sleep.
Joseph has the Wednesday evening commuters bouncing to a reggae beat.
A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
A month out from Christmas Santa is at work on the streets of Alexandria trying to illicit a beep from drivers.
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 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.
A picture’s worth a thousand words. Enjoy a roughly-written 5000 word essay on 24-hours in Sydney.
Chris Ryan is enchanted by a creature of the not-so-deep in Clovelly.