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.
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.
A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
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.
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.
Joseph has the Wednesday evening commuters bouncing to a reggae beat.
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
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.
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.”