Placement
The Allergic Frontier A case study in video game addiction
“The veneer of fun erodes over time. When you become sicker, you use more – to detach from reality.”
Lost in Space ‘9 Hours Underground’ at Wilson Parking, Sydney Opera House
In the event of apocalypse, what would this selection of art tell the future about who we were?
A Day with Mr Azzi Enmore Road’s happiest fruit seller
"Man, it's simple, you know. All you've got to do is treat the people right."
Cropping up Everywhere The real dirt on Sydney’s community gardens
The City of Sydney has 22 public garden plots in its jurisdiction, and will soon be adding a 23rd.
Jasmine and Asphalt A city scented with a season
Concrete in the sun has a particular smell, and it’s elemental to the scent of Sydney’s spring.
Day Trip fast fiction
Seminyak is a good place to be a dead man. I have a friend here who has died three times because he owed the bank money. You don’t believe me? Sit back and listen.
Masks of Freedom Birdfoxmonster at Carriageworks
“As soon as you tell someone that the person has an intellectual disability that’s all they hear and it becomes a one-dimensional understanding of who the person is and what the work is."
Marginalia Shaun Prescott’s ‘The Town’
“The people in the town lived as if they would never die, but they were not heroic or foolish like in books and music. They were only there.”
Finding Another Register Albert Namatjira’s copyright
The campaign to buy back the rights to an artist’s work.
Unmarked Tracks: August A monthly Australian music column
Unmarked Tracks is a monthly consideration of Australian music that pays particular interest to the sounds of the past that journey into the present, or remain undeservedly confined to the off-road paths.
Down by the Old Canal A walk by the most polluted canal in the Southern hemisphere
By the Alexandra Canal, people gather in groups of twos and threes, their reflections incandescent in the grey, putrescent water. It could be Kyiv or Tbilisi, but it’s Sydney.
Bookshop Exchanges poetry
On Saturdays, a man sits outside the chemist, his shaking cup of coins like the sound of crickets...