This photo series questions what will happen to the thing that makes up the very essence of the bar: the walls.

A secret war is being waged on campus. In, around, and upon the very buildings we use everyday.

Although Australia’s natural landscape has been decimated by concrete and industry since colonisation, if you know where to look, the city remains a rich supermarket of edible delights.

Headquarters, lodging, and museum all hide modestly on the Redfern Run. Dressed in camouflage, they escape the ocular frisk of students rushing to Abercrombie.

Make me continue my casual hospitality job after graduating from a four-year Arts degree with advanced studies and honours. But never, ever make me walk through The Tunnel.

What I didn’t expect was the special connection that was formed between the two of us that fateful evening.

how much labelling could make a building built for biscuits in 1908 seamlessly slip into the 2020s?

Carrie’s inner-city brownstone becomes a two-room inner west studio, and her rent increases so rapidly she must sell out to Newscorp to keep up

who needs bricks when you have books?