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.”
Sydney Outsider’s Tom Collins gets on the sauce at the source.
In the bain-maire at Four Seasons Chicken Spot in Kings Cross, the pickings are slim but fatty.
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?
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.
A statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.
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.
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.
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.