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?
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.
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.
Chris Ryan is enchanted by a creature of the not-so-deep in Clovelly.
Joseph has the Wednesday evening commuters bouncing to a reggae beat.
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 statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.
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.
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
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.”