If there is one thing Melburnians love more than the actual tennis at the Australian Open, it’s the high-octane social scene that comes with it. But let’s be real: as much as we love the “courtside feeling,” most of us…
Melbourne has a long-standing, slightly obsessive relationship with theme bars. We’ve sipped cocktails in fake Narnia wardrobes and pretended to be in 1920s speakeasies more times than I can count, but usually, you have to choose between a “concept” and…
Melbourne in January is essentially a high-stakes, sweat-soaked endurance test where the city collectively forgets how to talk about anything except backhands and humidity. But if you know where to look, the Australian Open transforms from a grueling sporting event…
There is something inherently smug about sitting in the Royal Botanic Gardens with a glass of wine while the rest of the city hums away in the distance. Having Moonlight Cinema tucked into the Central Lawn feels like a secret…
On Tuesday night I found myself back where I secretly love to be: a media preview queue, people-watching, popcorn-smelling, wrist-banding my way into a blockbuster world premiere. The new Avatar has arrived, and Pandora has been polished to a shine….
Forget what your inner-north friends say about leaving Melbourne. Spilt Milk in Ballarat is proof that sometimes the only thing better than staying home on a miserable Saturday is committing to a two-hour trip to Ballarat for world-class music. You…
If you walked past the Sidney Myer Music Bowl on Sunday night and wondered why the ground was vibrating, don’t worry, it was just the collective heartbeat of 10,000 people falling in love with a German man. Marlon Hoffstadt, aka…
There is a specific kind of electricity that crackles through a crowd when you know you’re about to see royalty. I’m not talking about the kind with crowns and sashes, but the kind that wear leather jackets in Australian summer…
If you had told me five years ago that the same brand responsible for my polo shirts and smart winter jacket would also be behind one of the most exciting new dining destinations in town, I probably would have laughed…
Look, if you told me a few years ago that the South Australian gin heroes at Never Never, the ones who perfected the art of the Triple Juniper martini, were going to make a Panettone-flavoured Negroni, I would have questioned…