Horrible horoscopes
Through our powers of divination, here are your fortunes for the following month.
Home is where the emo is
“These bands kind of operate in these houses. They play live shows in basements, they don’t play at bars.”
Curating the doctor’s waiting room
What were the curatorial decisions that went behind the art in the doctor’s waiting room?
The animals have come to town!
Animals are living in the habitats of our streets, our roofs, our walls.
Something novel: A helpful guide to creating your own Sydney small bar
Sydney is chock-a-block full of small bars: rooftop bars, basement bars, dive bars and pubs.
The little pamphleteer that could
I wasn’t invisible — I was avoided. I was Moses, splitting the oncoming wave of students in two.
Mamma Mia and the feminist movements
Phyllia Lloyd’s Mamma Mia (2008) is a 108 minute slice of feminist paradise.
UnSteady: The story of the Great Australian Novel that never was
Christina Stead, novelist, Marxist, and Sydneysider, has been allowed to fade into partial canonical obscurity, in part due to failures to Americanise her unequivocally Australian work.
Gotta be, VeggieTales
There’s something so magnificently anarchic about vegetables issuing advice through musical scripture sequences.
I went to Dark Mofo and all I got was...
Dark Mofo felt tired, pretentiously pretentious, and oppressively Melbournian.
LEGO Pompeii's blocky delight
The Chau Chak Wing Museum’s four-square-metre diorama is testament to the value of keeping history accessible, and above all, fun.
